
Since we last spoke, the Bookish Girl survived being hooked up to jumper cables (twice). We haven’t gotten the results back yet, but my suspicion is that doctors are going to find a heart in there. A really big one.
The musical gods have been smiling on us of late. Last Thursday night (as momma and baby slept) I was able to get baby’s very first autograph. Bobby Bare, Jr. and Centro-Matic played at the Middle East and Bobby Bare, Jr. was kind enough to sign his new CD “The Longest Meow” with a special note to baby. “How the hell do you spell Whitina?” Just kidding. I’ll get a photo up as soon as we announce baby’s REAL name.
AND… as luck would have it, Cheap Trick arrived in Boston last Friday evening… perfect timing for baby’s first concert. And just like baby’s… my view was pretty lousy. But the tunes were right on the money. Aside from seeing live-action baby on the ultra-sound monitor, the most surreal moment as a dad so far: feeling baby kick with one hand and waving my imaginary cigarette lighter with the other while Robin Zander belted out THE FLAME. That’s right… they busted out THE FLAME!!! You know… “I will be the FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!!!”
Gotta go. I’m getting all weepy up in here.