The Things We Do For Love

Within seconds of Phoebe's birth, I noticed her distinctive chin. My little girl has an adorable cleft. The nurses asked whose chin that was. (Hers, duh.)

Seriously, the real reason they were asking is Monkey-Girl doesn't have a cleft and I wear a beard as often as I can. I said that Phoebe's chin was distinctive not unique. We share that in common.

Monkey-Girl asked that I shave in order to uncover the resemblance. For my girls, I took blade to chin and the results are in. (Check the button.)

Unfortunately, clefts are very difficult to capture on film. The forward flash hides them. We'll have to experiment with different lighting angles.

In the meantime, my chin is chilly.

New Decepticon Digs

Megatron looks quite jaunty on his new Tower of Evil, doesn't he?

He has my in-laws to thank for it. I pointed out its evil color-scheme to Monkey-Girl. She scoffed. After placing Megatron in his rightful place, she saw the error of her ways. She then suggested that I blog about it so that humanity mat know its days are numbered. (I made the last part up.)

What exactly is Megatron's Tower of Evil? Perhaps this will clarify things.

Shake with fear at the awesome sight of the Dyson DC07.

And thank you again, Harriet and Dexter.

Slagathor Lives!

Monkey-Girl and I are big fans of the television show Scrubs. A favorite character is Dr. Bob Kelso, Sacred Heart Hospital's Chief of Medicine. Kelso is cold, heartless and cruel, driven primarily by the hospital's bottom line rather than the well-being of patients. A recent episode shows Kelso introducing himself to the new interns. He states that, for expediency's sake, he will be referring to all the males as Dave and the females as Debbie. A woman happily says that her name IS Debbie. Kelso replys that, in fairness to the others, she will be called Slagathor.

For some reason, we fell in love with the name. It's so awful and inhuman! Now, why would I associate this hideous name with my lovely daughter? Well just look at her!

Everybody's entitled to a few bad pictures now and then. To demonstrate this, I've added a button to the side of this blog. It will lead you to Phoebe's album on Photobucket. All of her pictures - good and bad - will be added as they are taken. Keep an eye on the updates to stay in the know on the Phoebster!

God Bless Late Night Television

In the later days of Monkey-Girl's pregnancy, she found she was unable to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. Consequently, so did I. Phoebe has helped us keep up this new-found tradition.

When no sane persons are awake, there is little available for broadcast entertainment. The basic cable channels offer very little worth watching at 2 am. I can't count how many times I've seen Die Hard and Die Hard: With a Vengeance. I can't believe they've never heard of Die Hard 2! My lowest point may just have been watching most of Sylvester Stallone's Cliffhanger.

Tonight's prospects are a little better. We're watching The Fifth Element. It's nice because I remember seeing this in the theater with Monkey-Girl when we first started dating. Now Phoebe can be indoctrinated. Nice.

Then again it's still early. I'm sure Sly is waiting for me somewhere on the other side of midnight.

Phoebe Photo Phantasy

At long last, the World Wide Web debut of Phoebe Rebekah Schnaare.

Sorry, Phoebe was a bit of a challenge her first 24 hours back at the homestead. My in-laws arrived just as Monkey-Girl's milk came in. It's like a switch was flipped. She is an awesome baby.

See for yourself.