get some, baby. get some.

Listen, I signed up for dirty diapers and college costs, not baby surgery. REFUND!
Henry was born to eat and sleep and not be a crybaby as he takes after his dad. (insert lame “I’m his Dad!” joke here)
He’s been a champion on all counts until last Friday. That’s when he started to barf up about half of whatever he ate.
So we had a few days of that and Mrs Rosetta smartly went to the pediatrician and, with what I thought was a SERIOUS amount of EXTREME precaution, the Doc said you should take him to the ER at Children’s Hospital. So that’s what we did.
Henry ended having a textbook case of pyloric stenosis which means that the muscle that moves food from his stomach through his duodenum (fun word) into his intestines wasn’t functioning properly.
Good morning and welcome to another Hunky Hump Day.
Someone mentioned Sam Worthington this week. While I couldn’t find a good one of him shirtless, I did find this one, which should warm Carin’s heart.
Rock dots rule.
Today, we encountered what is considered to be deep thinking on the economy by two leading lefty thinkers. First, paid Soros shill Matt Yglesias begged for shoplifting to help the economy like Hemlock helped Socrates’ retirement plan. Then, Nobel Prize winner and former Enron adviser Paul Krugman pined for a mega natural disaster to help us out of our doldrums in the same vein as Mothra fighting Godzilla stimulated Japan’s economy.
Well, as I stand in awe of the genius on display in front of me, all I can say is:
The punchline here is totally worth it.
Well, good morning sleepy heads. Time to flop down in front of the TV in your jammies with a bowl of sugar frosted something or other.