The Rest of the Story... and Other News

This is Brady, First, I need to clarify a few things from Brooke's last blog, lest any of you doubt my taste in fine pastries or intuition as to exactly what my wife wants. I'll cut right to the chase. When I came back to the car and Brooke asked me what I got, I didn't actually reply "donut holes" as she so brazenly libeled me. What I really said was "Timbits." For those sophisticates such as myself who have spent any amount of time in the north country (Canada), you will know that Timbits are the very symbol of a refined palate, and are a great Canadian tradition like unto curling, the Cadbury Wunderbar and the classic film "Strange Brew." They come from none other than Tim Horton's, the Rolls Royce of donut chain stores and we just happen to have on here in Ithaca. So as you can see, this was no mistake at all, but a grossly unappreciated gesture of the deepest kind of love. I should also point out that these little morsels of perfection were, in fact, assorted, for those of you who have the audacity to question this.

I'm sure this whole situation is much clearer now for all of you and hope you aren't too hard on Brooke. I would also hope that in the future women everywhere might try a little harder to look beyond their husband's apparent foolishness at times, and try to understand the wisdom and the love that guides our every action.

All of this leads me to the other, and arguably more important news. Yesterday (February 24) Brooke finally had our new baby, a 9 lb 2 oz boy. We're calling him Abram and both he and Mom are doing very well. Without sounding too proud, I'd also like to point out a certain carrot prophecy that was made some months ago and say that those fancy schmancy ultrasound machines are overrated.