Six pounds and one ounce

At least that’s what I think my sister said. That would be the weight of Paige – my new neice. My sister Christine went into labor early this morning, and out pops a little girl only a few hours later. Quite a miracle, isn’t it? She’s my second neice – I also have 4 nephews. I guess it’s time for the girls to start making a comeback since this generation was hinting at male domination. We’ll see where it goes from here.

I will hopefully swing by and visit the new bundle of joy sometime this weekend. Unfortunately it’s right in the middle of our attempted evacuation of Hoboken. However, I have made it a habit to see the firstborns early on (although it took me something like a month before I got to meet Lucas). I’ll have to do some more paking tonight and try to get things ready for Sunday early. Which reminds me, if any of you are free on Sunday, there are rumors of a U-Haul truck showing up at my apartment and trying to load itself up with mine and Lisa’s possessions. If you are so inclined, we could certainly use some help in this endeavor. I’m more than willing to provide all participants with beer, and for those who don’t drink I’ll pour one out in your honor.

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  1. Fuck. I assumed you were going to do it next weekend. I’m not going to be around Sunday, unfortunately. I feel bad because you helped me. Is Brian doing stuff Sunday as well?

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