Saturday, December 22, 2007
But I couldn’t be more in love.
Of course, I said that when I got married. I thought I’d maxed out then. And then I corrected myself and said it again after Maeve was born, having discovered some new and final chamber of my heart for that much more love. But now I’m for serious. Could not be. more. enamored.
But forget how I feel, here are some pictures!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I’m tired. Not as tired as some perfect wives I know, but I’m tired, so this is just going to be a quick update.
My second daughter, Adelaide, is perfect and happy and healthy and can poo with the best of them. She showed me.
She was born at 5:54pm, she weighed 6 pounds, 5.3 ounces, she was 19 inches from the tip of her hairy skull to the longest of her ten toes. Except for a missing middle name, she’s perfect.
Lisa is good too, by the way. I miss her so much it hurts.
Some pictures! I’d have more, but hotmail is down. And like I said, I’m tired, so come back some other time for more (or go see Mary, Cecilia or KT's blog):
PS - thanks to Aunt Esther for guest blogging!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
And I was at work. And mom was with my kids.
Then Lisa was 5 centimeters.
And I left work. And mom took coffee to Mike.
Then Lisa slept.
And I paced and debated and eventually went to Wegmans. Mary told me to get Lisa a beer (blue light) at her request.
Then Lisa was 7 centimeters.
And I left Wegmans and went to pick Julia up from school.
I had to call my boss to discuss some contract amendments, which I did while feeding Miles a bottle and driving my stick shift mom mobile through rush hour traffic.
Then Lisa was 8 centimeters.
Then I picked up Julia and debated again and decided not to drag my snot factories to the hospital to wait an unknown amount of time for this news:
That's all I know. I don't know her name, or her weight, or her time of birth.
But I know she's perfect!
Any bets on time? Weight? Gender? I'm saying 12:48pm, 6lbs 2oz, boy. You heard it here first. Fictitious baby stats.
I got a text message from Mike at 8:24am:
We're settled and comfortable. Pitocin started, so just waiting on the BABY!
Hmm, comfortable? Really? I'm sure Lisa would have a different opinion. We'll just have to take Mike's word for it.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
My birthday is this weekend.
Lisa and Maeve and I are going to have a baby in a matter of days.
I feel like being corny sappy cheesy weepy happy.
UPDATE: Not sure why video was removed, but you can find it here.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Of course, he doesn’t put a lot of effort into it or anything, I mean, he’s not going to put chocolate covered pretzels into baggies, hells no. No, if you get a coffee and a beer, that means you must have been especially good because let’s face it, Exam Season Mike’s a slackass.
By the way, today is LISA’S LAST DAY OF WORK. Go take a look at my son/daughter (who, in that picture, kind of looks like the sandstorm in The Mummy) and leave Lisa a congratulatory comment.
Monday, December 10, 2007
I apologize for the crappy quality of the pictures, but I guess that's what you get with these new fangled mobular telephones these days.
By the way, that's yogurt, not blue cheese dressing.
Okay, screw the spoon.
"See how much faster I can eat it that way?" And yes, that's a Superman bowl.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Today and tomorrow are my last two study days.
Tuesday is exam number 1, Intellectual Property. Yes, I will be listening to music I downloaded illegally while I study for it.
Wednesday is Debtors & Creditors. An upbeat little class with a message of hope and goodwill. A perfect compliment to the Christmas season.
Thursday I take the toughie: Federal Income Tax. That’s right, the tax exam follows the debtor/creditor exam. Joy to the world.
On Friday I’ll be taking a (literally) 7 hour exam on the history of American law. The conundrum being, of course, that by the time I finish said exam, more history will have been made during the time it took me to complete it. 7 hours! The others suckass too, but at least they’re only 4 hours each.
Allow me to add one more log to the bitch-fest fire – I turn 30 on the following Sunday. That means I have one more week in my 20’s. 168 hours from now. 19 of the last 168 hours of my 20’s will be spent taking exams.
But of course, as I’ve said in my last seven hundred posts, the silver lining is still there. Yeah, I’m turning 30, but it’s still my birthday. Beers, chicken wings and cake anyone?
Oh, and what’s that? An even brighter silver lining that far outshines the first you say? That’s right: 9 DAYS UNTIL BABYTIME!
Friday, December 07, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
I mean, how dare I, right? I have a birthday each year. You need to know about it. How else will you be in the know unless I keep up my incredibly annoying part of the bargain?
Buuuuut, in the short, breathless seconds that exist in-between the parts of my day dedicated to stressing over exams, jobs, classes, and the kingdom of loathing, I guess I just haven’t gotten into the festivus spirit yet. Not to mention I’ll be getting Awooka for my birthday this year!
Or it could be because this is the big three oh. That’s right, lades and gens, I only have 10 more days in my twenties. Weird, huh? Bryan pointed out how cool it will be that I’m having a baby so close to a milestone birthday. “…when you hit 40, 50, 60, you'll also party for 10, 20, 30.... and that's pretty sweet.”
Yeah. That is pretty sweet.
Speaking of sweet, in both a confectionary and sentimental way, my friend Carrie brought me cupcakes today! It’s my last day here at work before exams, and then I go right into babytime, so she was kind enough to ignore her studies long enough to make me some birthday goodies:
And yes, my phone camera sucks – it actually says “HAPPY B-DAY MIKE”, not happy boat mike”. Although I wouldn’t mind a happy boat. Hint hint.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
3) PLACE I WANT TO VISIT:
5) FAVORITE PLACES:
6) A FEW THINGS I LIKE:
Monday, November 26, 2007
"Yeah, that’s right. I’m wearing cute overalls and I’m on a couch. Want to fight about it? You don’t know me."
"And now I’m upside-down. But Bear is upside-up. The important bases have been covered."
By the way, that girl will be a big sister in 20ish days...
The worst was when we were (accidental alliteration!) forced into the gym’s pool. Half pee, half chlorine, half Band-aids. Billions of years ago, a primordial stew with this exact same chemical make-up was struck by lightening and subsequently bore life.
Occasionally, when I forgot a towel, I’d just pull something from the lost and found and use that to dry off. Because, well, I’d rather spend the rest of the day dry and disgusting than wet and disgusting. A forgotten, rank tee shirt will only do so much, though, and never was this more apparent than when I tried to pull on my socks.
Imagine it: A wet, sweaty sock, yanked over a wet, wrinkly foot, the smell of someone else’s discarded tee shirt still sweet in the air. It was the most physically uncomfortable I’d ever been.
Before today, that is. Today is the day that starts the week that starts the three week period from scholastic hell, and comparing it to putting on a dirty sock is generous. This week I have two final projects due (one of which puts me in front of a real, honest-to-goodness judge), and then two weeks of exams.
Of course, just as lunch followed gym, good follows bad here, too. Unless Awooka comes early, we’ll have a brand new crying/pooping Christmas present four days after my last exam. (22 days and counting! *gasp!*)
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Maeve and I are still in our pajamas. She's on my lap, helping me check my email, read through a winter weather advisory, and watch cartoons. I can't imagine being more thankful than I am right now, but ask me again in 26 days and we'll see where we stand then.
In the meantime, I'll let Maeve express to you our fondest Thanksgiving wishes. We all know she's a much better typist than I am anyway:
bjvmgjhgrttt js5 fddhbccccccccctttt6777ts s ssssssssssssssssssssssswerftdfdfddddcdc xxxxxxxxaDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDXSSSSSSSSSSS
-Da, Mom, Maeve, and Awooka
PS - After posting this, I smiled and hugged my baby close, thinking about how lucky and blessed I am. Then Oportunistic Maeve decided I was being far too mushy, so she broke the moment by grabbing a handful of my nearby oatmeal and running it through her hair. And now I'm thankful Lisa is in the shower and didn't see that.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Blog, Pink and be Mary
By the way, I’m pretty sure mom had five kids so there’d be more than one blog to read each day. (Coming soon, Louis’ blog. “BuffaLouis”? “You’ve Been IllLouminated”? “Blouis’s Blog”?)
Anyway, welcome to the neighborhood, Mooey.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
And to that I say: geez, ma, get off my back! you're always smothering me with chores! none of the other moms make their kids blog all the time, why should I have to!? God, I can't WAIT until I'm old enough to have my own server.
But she’s right, I haven’t even been much of a weh-blogger lately.
My time is hardly my own these days. If I’m not in class, I’m working. If I’m not in class or working, I’m studying. If I’m none of those, I’m looking for a job. And if I’m none of those, I’m deep in the labyrinth of my own psyche, hunting furiously for that elusive reason I decided to go to law school in the first place.
Of course, it’s not as bad as all that. Certainly, I feel cheated that this semester, which has traditionally been given the subtitle of “The Era of Graduate Level Senioritis”, is actually the most hectic of my life. But with five fewer credit hours per week, next semester will be better. Yes, more bottles and less sleep, but also less reading and more time to watch Chuck.
Speaking of which, you’ll notice I haven’t been counting down to my birthday (which is 31 days away). Here, though, is a more important countdown: 33 DAYS UNTIL BABYTIME.
That’s right. In less than five weeks, there’ll be four Garveys on our street. Lisa has been furiously preparing – doing all those magical things that mothers do to get ready for a new baby. I, of course, have no idea what those things are, except that they involve enormous push-up-pop-sized tubes of what appears to be lip balm, and blaming things on something called “pregnancy brain”.
One task was especially confusing to this dad. The other day, I watched Lisa packaging up the leftovers after a fine homemade meal. I watched her seal that container, then get out a box of cereal for a quick dessert. I watched her get out the milk and a spoon. Then I watched in utter amazement as she sleepily poured her wegman’s brand cocoa crispies onto a sealed Tupperware container of leftover spaghetti. I, of course, was dumbtruck by this display of nesting, so by the time I finally regained the motor skillz necessary to pull out my cell phone camera, she’d wiped away the evidence.
Wow, this post is disjointed. Tune in tomorrow when I talk about jelly beans, Samual Gompers, Kermit’s nephew Robin, my feet, and Xaxon, all in the course of a few paragraphs. See, mom? This is what happens when you rush me.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I took a test yesterday called the MPRE which stands for “Multistate Responsibility I Was Too Busy Studying To Find Out What The Test Stands For. Suffice it to say a) it’s required of all law students seeking admittance to the bar, b) it tests students’ knowledge of ethics and professional responsibility and c) it blew big donkey balls.
But everyone says that’s the intended reaction. “Here at the MPRE Testing Center, if you don’t leave thinking you failed and we blow big donkey balls... then we’re not doing our job right.” I’ll let you know in four weeks and six days if the big donkey ball blowers think I’m ethicalish enough to be a lawyer.
For two reasons, I took the test at Canisius. One, it’s closer to where I live, and two, I wanted to see if you could still smell my dorm room from across campus. You cannot! Also different from when I went to college there: they have a waffle bar now. Fresh waffles AND no Mike Garvey smell? You kids have it good.
Part the Second
Lisa took me to see Batboy at Studio Arena last night. I have to say, I wasn’t really looking forward to seeing one of these. It seems like musicals these days are more a parody of themselves than any honest attempt at story telling. Like the creators sat down and got high and said “wouldn’t it be ridiculous if someone made a musical about _____” and then they went and made a musical about exactly that.
But of course, every time Lisa takes me to see one of these, well goddamn I’m entertained regardless. No matter how much I want to hate a play about an alter-boy boy-band, or a town where no one can pee, or about a tabloid-esque half boy/half bat, the people who put them on are just too good. Also, the crowd was huge and alert and not entirely made up of geriatrics, which made my heart warm for the Buffalo arts community.
I'm pretty sure this show is sold out for the rest of the run. If not, go see it.
Part the Miscellaneous
I got my new car! It’s an Escape. It’s red and beautiful. It’s my phat red escape. Hey, maybe that’s what it stands for...
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Watching Diego is tiring. Luckily, Dad makes for a comfy armchair.
We made it to the Bidwell Farmers’ Market a few times this past summer. Maeve and Julia got to walk around more and more as they became ballsier and their parents became less parenty.
Julia: Dude, what are you doing?
Maeve: Eating a flower. Or putting it up my nose. Haven’t decided yet.
Maeve is a player of games. Nothing on earth is unavailable to her when the mood to play peek-a-boo strikes. Napkins, teddy bears, plates, uncles, and yes, product placements.
This pic was taken during the floor show at Miles' Christening. Man, life is GOOD:
Okay, on to the main event. Lisa and I were limited in our Halloween choices. I have a beard and she has a baby in her belly. Pimp and unlucky prostitute? Nope, it’s been done. Neighbors Joe and Bonnie from Family Guy? Didn’t have the wheelchair.
We landed on middle ground and went as Earl and Joy from My Name is Earl. Yes, I had a list of sins in my pocket. Yes, one was shaving everything but the porn star ‘stash.
Aunt Mary dressed up as Dora the Inebriated.