Not Bad for a Monday
It's already Monday and I've only taken my kids to the doctor once this week, so already things are looking better.
To be honest, I've kind of forgotten how to write for this blog. For months now I've used it as nothing more than a news site, throwing out headlines of our disasters, then filling in the gaps for the curious. I can't remember what I used to do beforehand. A few nights ago, I found myself at a party for blog writers, and for those few inconsiderate people who had not heard of me (read: all of them), I found myself reluctant to share my url, cajoling these new readers to make sure they go a few pages in to the archives before they write me off as an unfunny mess. I'm sure Eddie Murphy felt the same way when he went finally to the Oscars and the only thing of his in the theaters was Norbit.
That said, much is happening, and while Lila and Victoria sleep off their morning trip to the pediatrician, I'll let you know a bit about it.
Alpha+Mom, a site that discriminates against me with its very name, has fired up its Guide to Everything in Five Easy Steps, and was kind enough to feature one of my entries.
The New Jersey Star-Ledger contacted me for an interview, and I was flattered until I realized it was only to elicit a quote about my down-the-street neighbor, Alice. Then I became surly and unresponsive, refusing to answer questions until reporter promised to call me "the most popular daddy blogger to answer her calls."
The Month of Mastheads is winding down and thanks again for all the pics that you sent in. So far I've only missed posting new banners on two days, which considering everything, is a miracle of New Testament proportions.
And last, but hardly least, the x-rays we took of Kathryn's arm on Friday showed the bone to be, in the words of our orthopedist, "straight enough," the two sweetest words I've heard from a medical professional since my urologist called my vasectomy a "rousing success." (He spoiled my bliss almost immediately by following that with, "Get it? A rousing success? Ah ha ha!" Stupid urologist.)
Oh, and that trip to the doctor this morning? Turned out to be nothing. Nothing that a few thousand ice packs won't fix.





COME ON. Are you kidding? Poor baby...did this have something to do with the quest for bird poop?
Posted by: melissa | September 22, 2008 at 03:54 PM
YAY Kathryn's arm! Oh, poor little radiator. I mean kid.
Posted by: Carrie | September 22, 2008 at 04:27 PM
hola - i was one of those people at the blog thingy on friday - the one with the luxury travel blog and the my-kids-are-driving-me-crazy-and-i-need-to-vent-about-it blog. (which is really what all these parenting blogs are, right?) anyhow, have no fear - you convinced me of your superb wit onsite, and thus far the blog does not disappoint. i have a lot of catching up to do...
Posted by: leian | September 22, 2008 at 04:27 PM
Ouch! So what happened to the little one?
Posted by: meghan | September 22, 2008 at 04:34 PM
What happened to the little one? She was left in the care of her mother while I went grocery shopping. After that, I can only guess.
Posted by: Brian | September 22, 2008 at 04:41 PM
OMG! Just wow. Poor kid!
Posted by: Burgh Baby | September 22, 2008 at 04:41 PM
OUCH! Poor little one. Yay for Kathryn's arm. You guys really need to catch some luck.
Posted by: Risa | September 22, 2008 at 05:07 PM
Holy hell..her face!!?! I want to wrap her in fine wool and hold her on my lap indefinitely. Surely that's good for something, right?
Posted by: Lora | September 22, 2008 at 05:30 PM
Glad Kathryn's arm is finally on the mend. It stands to reason that, in a family of three kids, someone else would come up with an injury when things start to calm down.
Posted by: Irma | September 22, 2008 at 05:32 PM
Holy Cow The Dad! You can't leave us hanging like that. How did she manage that one?!
Posted by: Christy | September 22, 2008 at 05:48 PM
Oh ouch! Poor baby...did a fridge fall on her or something? Kathryn take a swing at her with her cast? Other twin bash her with a toy horse?
Posted by: Sarah R | September 22, 2008 at 06:40 PM
Whoa! One of those "lucky charms" didn't go so well it appears. First, congrats on the blog props! Second, you crack me the hell up. It is TRULY appreciated by somebody else whose faced some wicked curve balls but keeps swinging for the fence.
Posted by: Bennie | September 22, 2008 at 07:19 PM
ouch. and yea! on the arm thingy. for the record, i just found you last week and have continued to read. i, too, have twins (6 year old girls along with a couple more kids) and think you're witty and clever. i'll continue to read until i don't.
Posted by: mommymae | September 22, 2008 at 07:33 PM
Umm, I think that what mom is going to do to Brian will possibly need more than a few ice packs to fix. lol
And don't worry, LD - we know you're witty and funny and all that jazz. We all have our days/weeks/months/etc.
But we've given you enough of a pass, I think. Now sac up, ho!
Posted by: Astrogirl426 | September 22, 2008 at 08:17 PM
My son is going to be 12 years old next month and I have never seen bruising like that on him. Are your girls training to be stunt women? Poor baby's face!!
Posted by: Sam | September 22, 2008 at 08:41 PM
You're going to go broke buying all those Webkins!
Posted by: ethan, zach and emma's mom | September 22, 2008 at 08:44 PM
Yes, yes, but think of the character that the girls are building!!
So! Much! Character!
Rousing. HA!
Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' | September 22, 2008 at 08:57 PM
What on God's green earth happened to that child's face?! Does your car drive itself to the doctor's office by now?
It's got to be over soon. Right?
Posted by: Jordan | September 22, 2008 at 09:20 PM
Goodness
You have
THE. WORST. LUCK. EVER.
Give those Buckeyes a try -
Posted by: Jamie | September 22, 2008 at 09:25 PM
You went and got a pony, didn't you?
Posted by: renata | September 22, 2008 at 11:39 PM
Jordan apparently read my mind, as I was just about to say, "What on God's green Earth happened to that poor baby's face?!?!?!"
Golly LD, I just don't know what to say. Hooray for Kathryn's arm, what a relief! And hooray that ice and some ibuprofin are all that are needed to heal the face. Gracious though, I'll be hanging on tight to hear the story behind the picture for sure. <3
Posted by: ChristieNY | September 22, 2008 at 11:49 PM
I really think you and The Mom need to go on a vacation soon. Glad to her that Kathryn's arm in on the mend.
Posted by: Tammy from Little Rock | September 23, 2008 at 12:20 AM
Far from being "surly and unresponsive,'' New Jersey's Top Dad Blogger was very helpful--although he did claim to be the father of a "future love child'' with Alice Bradley. Ask him about that. Brian is not mentioned on the Ledger parenting blog today. But he is in the story that I linked to and I hope to get him in the paper again soon.
http://blog.nj.com/parentalguidance/2008/09/pg23cov_finslippy.html
Posted by: Carrie | September 23, 2008 at 06:11 AM
Carrie, I believe the quote I wanted you to include was "and someday our lovechild will unite the nations of the world in peace."
I can't believe you didn't use it.
Posted by: Brian | September 23, 2008 at 07:34 AM
I finally got it!
The Mom was with Lila when she dropped the brick on her toe. You convinced Kathryn to try the heelies without holding on. And I dont know which twin this is but I suspect it's Victoria since all she's had recently is a Festive Toilet.
But I get it!!!!
You and the Mom are taking turns breaking the kids. And you're trying to outdo each other.
Okay now that I've figured it out, what do I win????
Posted by: Laura | September 23, 2008 at 07:54 AM