Hello Again!
The Dog Went Hungry
Best Dinner I’ve Cooked In, Maybe, Ever
Well Wishes
Cookin’ the Baby
I drove the green on a par four in a golf tournament on Friday. And then we promptly three putted for par.
Here She Comes
So we’ve got about seven weeks to go before Emerson is here with us, and it’s definitely starting to sink in with both Allison and I. We’ve begun to really make headway in getting her room ready, and we’ve attended some classes to try and make sure that we’re as informed as possible. Last Sunday, we did a tour of the hospital that Allison will deliver at, and you should have seen her face when this man rolled his pregnant wife in to the delivery wing in a wheelchair, obviously in the beginning stages of active labor. Eyes as big as saucers, she looked at me with an expression that said , “that’s not gonna be us, is it?” Oh, but it is.
Newest Nursery Decoration
Grovin’
And now if I could have anything back, it would be that - the feeling that came around every August when everything was new and anything could happen because the season was about to start.
—John Bradley, in ‘It Never Rains in Tiger Stadium’
