new home

So I've been moved into our new home for about a week and a half now, and I'm seemingly supposed to have a grip on all things boxed. I'd have to be hallucinating if I thought this house was becoming any more box-free. I'm guessing I'll work through these as I've worked through all my life's compartmental issues - I'll either put em in the attic or toss em in the basement for later review!

Here I am, all grown up. The owner of a newly renovated home and a father-to-be. Reese is definitely pregnant! We went to our first doctor's visit last week and got grilled by the doctor about our family history. I didn't need to answer much, but I considered myself the "Mike Tomlin" of the meeting:

"We'll take it one day at a time. We're gonna continue to do what we do... Mitch Berger..."

New baby, or "Shrimp" as Reese calls it, will tell us whether it's a male or female sometime in March. (And quite honestly, it does not matter to me what the sex is - I just want what's best for the shrimp: to be healthy, happy and RICH BEYOND THEIR WILDEST DREAMS)

We've decided on names. Actually, we've been set on those for a while. If it's a girl, her name will be Gladys Alice Cat Stevens Crockett. A boy - Ron Burgundy Balthazar "The Duke" Crockett.