Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Gingervitis?

As the days have passed and Jude's features start to resemble less of a lizard and more of a human baby I have noticed something that could be frightening to most people...he may be a Ginger.




Those of you unfamiliar with Gingers and their condition, Gingervitis; please follow this link http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ginger_Kids (the most important things in life have been covered in a South Park episode at some point).

The biggest fear of have a Ginger Kid is that he will turn into a soulless Ginger not unlike the ones we are most familiar with.

Exhibit A:  Carrottop.



We are all familiar with this hack, prop comedian who in recent years appeared to be addicted to steriods.  As the late Greg Giraldo said to Carrottop during the Flava Flav Roast "How did you find a plastic surgeon that will add a chromosome?'  Let's hope this isn't Jude's path.

Exhibit B:  Danny Bonaduce



This is a Ginger child star gone crazy.  And once again, one with a steroid problem.  Steer clear Jude.

Exhibit C:  Mike McQueary



You may remember Mike McQueary as the Penn State Tattle-Tale who ratted out that self proclaimed 'Tickle Monster.'  I'd hate to have Jude walk a mile in his shower shoes.

My best hope is for Jude to be a Daywalker.  A redhead, yes.  But one with less fair skin and hopefully more of a soul.  Any of these fellow Daywalkers would do:
                                                                        Ron Howard

                                                               Super Chef Bobby Flay
                                                                        Conan O'Brien

I feel pretty comfortable in assuming I don't have to worry about this Ginger in particular....
                                                                        Rocky Dennis
While I admire his enthusiasm for cartography, Jude would have a rocky road indeed.




Wednesday, November 7, 2012

HEY JUDE, YOU'LL DO

Halloween came and went.  Hurricane Sandy/Superstorm Sandy/Frankenstorm came and went without a baby.  We decided to enjoy ourselves anyway





 If the little man doesn't enjoy this when he grows up, he's an asshole (I know you are, but what am I?).

He thought he was the boss and tried to flex his muscle by staying in as long as he wished but little did he know that labor could be induced with drugs.  So, after just over 12 hours of hanging out, joking, making up fake names, making countless Seinfeld references (a lot of hospital scenes in that show) and staging fake pictures such as me pulling the plug on my wife lying in the hospital bed, me pretending to finish a cervical exam, etc.  the heir to the throne was born and presented to the world.




Jude Hudson Raftery was born at 6:58pm.  We were told that we were having a baby boy but got thrown a curveball at delivery.  Instead of a boy, my wife birthed a man.  A 9lbs 21inch man.  After being cleaned up a bit he was ready to be Christened into the family.




His first lesson is that there is a costume for every occasion and even one for no occasion.  We even fancied him up for the chicks he'd meet in the nursery...





We have succeeded in keeping a person alive for one day.  Tomorrow, we'll try to do it again...