by Benjamin J. Kirby
Finnegan -- five months old on Tuesday -- is a big boy. At his four month check-up, he weighed 18.5 pounds and was 27 inches long, which is basically off the charts. That was a couple of weeks ago.
He's always been big. And so sometimes he gets called "Biggie". Either that or "Toughie," mostly because the kid has already taken his share of lumps, and smiled through most of them -- these, apparently, are the dangers of life with an older sibling.
I was informed that we should not call him Biggie.
"Because of the rapper."
Yes, the very fact that the Notorious B.I.G. ever even existed precludes us from this natural nickname. Though I must confess I often think of the Wendy's obesity-maker-sized fries and Coke when I call him that, too.
Anyway, for the West East Coast hater advising us away from hip-hop nicknames, this one is for you:
# # # #
As we move into the week where we'll see the first presidential debate, the Obama Team strikes again on the 47% deal:
And by the way, I totally agree with Steve M. at No More Mister Nice Blog that the latest Romney ad looks like a hostage video. Please 1%! Give them whatever they ask for! JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS CAMPAIGN!
I thought the take from Mustang Bobby -- a guy with extensive experience as a produced playwrite, "theatre person," and damn good blogger -- on the "performance" aspect was most interesting.
# # # #
Speaking of ads, the new one from Congressman Allen West is just nasty.
# # # #
Here in Florida, this is definitely going to be a thing:
A vendor fired by the Republican Party of Florida for submitting questionable voter registrations forms in Palm Beach County is also responsible for filing flawed applications in other counties and states, election officials confirmed Friday.
On the heels of the despicable voter purge, it's like we haven't learned a goddam thing.
# # # #
Steve Schale posted this one on Facebook, via Pew Research:
Paints quite the picture, doesn't it?
# # # #
I write a lot about the kids here, mostly because they provide good material. Looking back, this blog has evolved, in a number of ways, into more of a politics-as-viewed-through-the-lens-of-parenting kind of deal. That's okay.
But the truth is, the kids and I would be nowhere without their extraordinary mother.
You know, it's been a pretty big year for Duncan. She gave birth to Finn back in May, and she went back to work in a job where she seems to be excelling and enjoying herself. For as busy as both of us get, she seems pretty happy, and that makes the rest of us happy. When you see Duncan smile, you can't help but smile yourself.
As for me, I'm not sure she knows this, but there is not a single day that has gone by in the last ten years I've known her that I am not genuinely grateful that she's around.
It's finally Friday.
Comments