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| Photo from June News Reveal |
I have been operating under very strict
orders, punishable by inconceivable pain and torture, to keep some huge news under
heavy wrap for the past few months. I finally received clearance from my Favorite
Son and the ABFA to reveal the fabulous news. It is with no small amount of
excitement that I announce the February arrival of the BRS – Blog Reader the
Sequel. For those of you who do not speak fluent Frail Deeds jargon – yes that means
I’m going to be a grandparent again!
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| The Initial Baby Bump from a Few Weeks Ago |
Back during a June wedding we all attended
I noticed that the ABFA wasn’t drinking anything alcoholic and simply noted it
as a data point although I certainly had my suspicions. Despite that, a few
days later we were all seated around the kitchen table when my son came up with
what I thought was a gift for the FBR since she was running around at the time. I was later summarily informed the PJs were much too small for the FBR. He then told me to look closely at what was written on the baby PJs and it was
obvious they were trying to tell me they were expecting their first child. I
was immediately overcome with emotion and for some reason it was very hard to
see clearly; being misty eyed as I am wont to do.
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| The June Wedding - Who Knew there Were Five Family Members in this Photo? |
My wife on the other hand had no hesitation
whatsoever and immediately understood what they were trying to tell us and
launched into one of her patented happy dances with accompanying squeals of
delight. It was at this point that both my son and the ABFA read me the riot
act about revealing the news outside of selected individuals. They understand my
somewhat less than understated joy at the news and subsequent almost pathological
need to shout that joy to the heavens – or at least to Frail Deeds readers.
This was much tougher to keep under wraps than some of the highly classified
material I was exposed to in my later Army career but against all odds, I
succeeded.
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| Riggins is Getting a Sibling |
We’ve followed the development of the
BRS through periodic updates from the ABFA. She reported the growth from the
size of a grape, to an orange, to whatever comes next (never been good with the
fruit analogies). During our recent weekend visit to their house my son showed
us the latest ultrasound pictures which were extremely high def. The kid
already has a very pronounced proboscis – so definitely breeding true for our
side of the family. The obvious question is whether the BRS is male or female.
The ABFA does not want to know ahead of time while my son, engineer that he is,
does. The doctor gave them an envelope with the sex revealed which the ABFA took
control of and subsequently hid, very successfully, somewhere in the house. I
advised my son that in this situation, much like the wedding, the guy gets 49%
of the vote and its more fun waiting for the surprise reveal.
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| The FBR with her Other Grandpa This Week Love this Photo |
So the FBR is going to have some serious
competition for blog space in a few months. I have to commend both of my
children for scheduling the arrival of their own children conveniently close to
their grandparents’ own birthdays. The FBR arrived a few days before mine and
the BRS is scheduled to premiere a day before my wife’s. February is going to
be an exciting time for years to come. I’m thinking an annual tropical birthday
party at the condo could be in order. I can state unequivocally the weather
will be better there than in New Hampshire in February.
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| They Seem to Enjoy Each Other's Company |
The FBR completed her indoctrination
course for her other grandfather this week and they both seemed to have enjoyed
the process immensely. Wingman admitted he found the procedure exhausting. Today
is actually a big day for the FBR as it marks her first day in day care. They’re
testing it out so Wingman can seek employment. Another benefit of the close
knit neighborhood was the in home day care center recommended by neighbors with
children of similar age.
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| My Back Yard Companion Last Night |
My wife happily reported in from her mother’s
house in Panama where she and her immense cache of luggage had safely, if
tardily, arrived. She was very excited because the rental car I arranged for
her had been upgraded at the airport to a full sized SUV. She loves sitting up
high but having driven a lot in Panama I’m worried about the size compared to
the other vehicles sharing the road with her. A full sized SUV on the crowded
and narrow roads of her hometown is akin to having an Abrams main battle tank.
This could get interesting.
I’m feeling the absence of my wife a little
more keenly this time because this is the first time
I, of course, ended up at the movie
theater last night combating the incipient solitariness. I saw Flatliners which
is a remake of a bad Julia Roberts – Kiefer Sutherland flick. They didn’t get
it right this time either. You’d think Sutherland, who returns as a senior doc
this time out, would have clued them in. The whole premise of interns choosing
to die on the off chance their medical student buddies can revive them is such
a hard premise to accept. Of course, drama demands that something evil follows
them back from their brief stay in the next life. Ellen Page struggles to carry
the story as the lead and isn’t ably assisted by any of the other main cast members
except for Diego Luna who is fantastic. While this isn’t a very good movie it
did scare the hell out of me repeatedly so if you’re looking for some jolts
this might work for you. On that level it did for me but I think the director tried
to do too much in having so many different stories crammed in and it absolutely
limps to the finish line after all the scary bits of the middle third.
The Bad Cinema project count rises to #29
out of 100, with White
Pongo – the very worst of all the bad movies I’ve seen so far in this effort.
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