All right, so she’s 36, but she’s still my little sister.
Last weekend Santina and the boys and flew back east for my sister Maria’s wedding. We had a great time and the boys we very good during the ceremony (and even during the reception once the dancing started). I wrote a toast for Maria and her husband, Wayne. Yes, you read that right, my sister married a man named Wayne. So now my boys have a daddy Wayne, a papa (grandpa) Wayne and an uncle Wayne. At any rate, here is my toast, in poem form.
A Toast to M and her Wayne
There’s nothing like writing with a deadline to clarify the mind,
just like there’s nothing like a little sister to push my buttons and get to my goats.
I would say that it’s not worth fretting over,
today is your day, and every day from here on out.
I could tell stories about you and me, I could repeat all our inside jokes, but I won’t.
Instead I’ll just ask you to remember how,
when I went on more than some, more than most, you listened,
and when it was dark I built a light for you.
Well, you have your own light now,
someone you didn’t need to go to the train station and ask for
two to Duluth to find,
someone who will peel your grapes.
I used to think that everyone should have a Nantucket,
only now it seems that everyone has a Wayne.
Congratulations to my little sister and her Wayne!
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Santina, Jonah, and I have a new addition to our family. Dyaln Andrew Pitcher was born via c-section on March 23, 2009 at 7:20 PM (Pacific Time). He weighed 6 lbs. and was 18.5 inches long at birth. Baby and mommy are doing great. Dylan spent some time in the NICU working on his breathing and being fed through an I.V., but he never needed additional oxygen and is now eating regularly. Santina will be coming home tomorrow (Firday, 3/27) and we hope Dylan will be coming home then too.
Thank you to everyone who has sent us congratualtions. I have posted some pictures below:
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My wife is now active in the blogoshpere. You can find her blog here. We’ll see which one of us blogs more often! 🙂
By the way, what’s a squibble?
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A couple of stories about my son, Jonah:
About six weeks ago I had the transmission replaced in my car (so much for German engineering–the reliability of BMW’s is a topic of a future post) and borrowed my parents’ 1989 Toyota Cressida. Some of you may remember that car–quite nice in its day (sort of a proto-Lexus), but it’s almost 20 years old now and getting a little long in the tooth. At any rate, the driver’s-side sun visor tends to squeak loudly when moved. One day, when I was taking Jonah to preschool, I went to move the visor and warned him that it might squeak. It didn’t and I made some comment like, “That’s interesting, it didn’t squeak.” Jonah said. “That’s because the sun was shining on it.” I told him I didn’t think the sun would make it not squeak, and then he said, “When you move it fast it squeaks and when you move it slow it doesn’t.” So I tried it. Indeed, moving the visor fast made the loud squeak and moving it slow didn’t!
Holy crap! My 4-year-old son is a budding scientist! I gave him a high-five and a fist-bump for making such an astute observation.
Just last weekend Jonah, Santina, Rory, Papa, and I walked to downtown San Mateo. Like most parents with young kids, Santina and I will spell words that we don’t want Jonah to understand. On our walk Jonah said something about being hungry and Santina told me we didn’t have and S-N-A-C-K-S. Jonah asked “What did you spell, Mommy?” And Santina said, “What do you think I spelled?” To which Jonah replied, “Snacks!”
Holy crap! My son is spelling! We’re in trouble now…
Through all of this I could not be more proud of my little guy.
More Jonah stories later.
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