Bear

We have a lot of video of Bear, the dog we loved to dogsit while his real family was away. Bear often seemed to be with us during family events and he is even included in some informal family photos. It wasn't just us who admired Bear, either. He had fans all over Michigan.

When editing some other video I realized this was recorded during one of Bear's first visits, so I gave Bear a rare video of his own.

Jon + Kate + 8 - important parts of Jon

Walking around with twins tends to break the ice a little in public places and we get asked questions a lot. One of the most common (after "Are they identical?" and "Do they keep you busy?") is "Have you seen Jon and Kate Plus 8?". And the answer to that is "yes." I think Sarah started watching it before we even knew we were having twins. We haven't been keeping up with it recently (we're a little busy) but we have noticed some similarities in our family situations even though theirs is much more intense. Some have even compared me to Jon, and yes we both are fathers of multiples, work in IT, and spend a lot of time at home. But there are important differences, too. Jon is in his thirties, has eight kids, and is married to a controlling woman who much of the time treats him like an employee with a performance problem and doesn't appreciate him. I, on the other hand, am in my forties and have four kids.

Still this report shocked me deeply. I absolutely cannot understand why a man like Jon would be interested in going to parties with college girls or staying out late at clubs with women. It's SO much more fun for a guy to stay home for the 45 minutes between the kids' bedtime and his bedtime, read email, and feed the cats. What was Jon thinking?

One thing is for sure, though. Even if someone could somehow convince me that I wanted to party with college girls' volleyball teams and go out to clubs, I would never do it. Because Jon and I have one thing completely in common: our wives would kill us.

Goodbye, Jon. I'll be thinking of you while I feed the cats.

Iris Luella Kelley!

Iris was born today at 5:53 PM. She was 8 pounds, 10 ounces in weight, 22 inches long, and no, she is not giving you the finger. Look carefully and you'll see it's the wrong finger.

Iris was born by C-section because she was breech. Speaking as a breech baby myself (who was born the old fashioned way back before C-sections were invented) a C-section is definitely the way to go for a baby who is pointed north. Vaginal birth is humiliating when you're breech. It's not just the bad first impression you make by backing into the world and introducing your butt to everyone before they've even seen your face. It's also the whole idea that you've basically screwed up your first task ever. Everything is provided for you in there, all you have to do is face down. It's just not a good start, and a C-section is a graceful way to get around all of it and get a clean start.

Anyway, word is that Megan and Iris are well. I can only guess that while Megan is the one who had the tougher day, Iris is doing most of the complaining. And this is just the beginning.

Congratulations to mother, father, aunts, and grandparents of various rank (Clara was just promoted to 'Great-Grandma'!).

Amy Lures Firemen To Her Bedroom

The good news is that Amy appears to be fine. The bad news is we're not convinced the emergency room doctors really knew what the problem was. The good news is Amy is getting better rapdily. The bad news is there wasn't much room to go anywhere but up. The good news is that Amy now has quite a story to tell. The bad news is that Amy now has quite a story to tell.

Anyone who has experienced an Amy story knows that they tend to go on a bit, and well into the story, well after your head has started to spin from all the seemingly unrelated details and side-stories she includes, she casually drops in a detail that would have been the starting point (or the only point) of most people's stories. So she might say "My coworkers and I like to watch movies at lunch" blah blah blah "I brought in The Shawshank Redemption because" blah blah blah "I made some popcorn but I forgot about it being in the microwave because the movie was at that part where" blah blah blah "and then the smoke alarms went off" blah blah blah "and they evacuated the building."

The story from today will begin with Amy telling all about a recent bout of the (apparent) flu, and after a while get to the part where she wakes up in the middle of the night hardly able to move from weakness and soreness. If you don't know the story of me having Guillain-Barre Syndrome in 1995 then you're likely to hear that whole story before returning to the present day to the part about the fully outfited firemen in Amy's bedroom and a ride in the back of what little Amy used to call a "hospital truck".

At the moment it appears the ending of this story is anticlimactic. Let's hope it stays that way. Right now it appears that Amy "just" had a virus, and as of late this evening she was up, eating, and even sent Mom home.

In case you haven't experienced an Amy story, and in case you haven't seen this video already, here is a video from this Christmas giving a mild simulation of the Amy story experience:

A Fairey Tale

I display this image not for political reasons. This isn't that kind of blog. 

There is something significant about this now famous poster, though. It was created (independently) by an artist named Shepard Fairey of South Carolina. While his last name must have made middle school a little rough (especially for an aspiring artist), he nailed the first name. He even spelled it right. 

The poster - which elicits either retro-coolness or totalitarian leader-worship, depending on your perspective - was eventually adopted by the Obama campaign with the word "Progress" replaced by "Change." 

So I post this poster not to rub it in for those who aren't celebrating today, but just to make the case that we weren't entirely off-target when we chose the name "Shepard." The Obama-voting artistic Fairies of South Carolina apparently liked the name, too.

The timing is just a coincidence.

An Anxious Moment

Grace: Dad, will you open the washing machine?
Dad: [suspiciously] Why Grace?
Grace: Because it's stuck.
Dad: [more suspiciously] Why do you need it open?
Grace: To wash some clothes.
Dad: [sternly] What happened to the clothes, Grace?
Grace: They got dirty.
Dad: [more sternly] Grace, how did the clothes get dirty?
Grace: [pause] Barbie got them dirty.
Dad: [exasperated] Oh, so Barbie did it. Grace, what is on the clothes?
Grace: I don't know.
Dad: [sigh] [pause] [On the way to the laundry room] Okay, I'm coming.
Grace: [from the living room] No, not that one, Daddy. The one in Barbie's Dream House.
Dad: [relieved] Oh! Yeah, I'll open that one right now!

The Twins relax after a meal

Sarah snapped a quick video of the twins relaxing after a meal: