Our son recently contracted Streptococcus within his person. We’re all familiar with such things, but the signs of this particular infection alluded us. We knew he had a stomach ache, but little else. The stomach ache became chronic and Balthazar the harbinger used is poo oracle to let us know something was truly wrong. We… Continue reading Scientist Poop and the Epic Fail
Last night I overheard Balthazar and Amy talking in the bathroom. Amy: Oh! That’s a good looking poop. Balthazar: Thanks! Balthazar: That’s the daddy one, that’s the baby one, and that’s the mommy one. Amy: Go tell daddy. Me: (passing the bathroom) I hope the daddy one is huge.
Why would anybody engineer a toilet that works like this? It has been done – I’ve seen pictures! But why?!? I believe this is a good candidate for Darren’s Hall of Technical Documentation Weirdness. I do like the apparent pleasure a segregated movement brings the man in the first picture. I think more than anything,… Continue reading Improving a Working Process
Well, we leave tomorrow and Balthazar finally broke through his shell yesterday evening. We ate dinner yesterday at Hemmingway’s, one of the better (and few open) restaurants on the Gulf. He did very well there with all of the family – though Stacey had already left – and even played with one of Orin and… Continue reading Don’t Drink the Water
Anger is like poop; you hold it in for a time until you’re ready to burst, then you let it out for relief. I wonder how our friend, Dan Tobin, is doing.