Something Something Airplane Food

I'm a dad again! Another beautiful little girl. Everyone says she's beautiful (and I agree), but in the same breath they say she looks just like me. So which is it? Cuz you can't have both. I've told that joke so many times it's lost all its funny. It had some, honest.

I've agreed to go for child number 3, but if that one is a girl too then I'm done. I'm not willing to risk having 4 daughters. I don't think I could handle it. I'm fairly certain I'll struggle with 2. The fact of the matter is if they turn out looking at all like their mother, I won't have adequate ammunition to fend off the suitors of 4 young women.

What's funny about all this is that I was told that having daughters was God's way of punishing you for any inappropriate things you did during your dating years. I used to believe it too because I knew some real scoundrels in the military who fully deserved the gaggle of girls they were blessed with. The only problem is how it applies to my situation. I barely dated. I didn't even have the opportunity for inappropriateness. So I'm no longer sure how accurate that is.

We are lucky in one regard. We went to the doctor on Valentine's day to find out the missus was at a 2-3, and his offer to induce was quickly accepted. Fortunately he couldn't do it until the next day, when my daughter was ultimately born. This is lucky because in 25 years when she does have a boyfriend, he won't be able to give her one gift and claim it for both Valentine's day and her birthday.

This is the stand-up routine my sleep deprived mind came up with over the last week. Beside all that, I'm back in school. I finished up the ol' Associate's Degree (is there an apostrophe there? Associates Degree doesn't seem right.) and have moved on to the big time university. I decided to go with the night classes because ultimately I want a Master MBA and every MBA program in the area said they didn't care where I got my undergrad stuff done as long as I had the GPA. So I took the easy way.

And now the bad news: The diet got away from me. I blame meals brought to my house. Thanks to the kindness of ward members, I have almost gained as much as my wife lost giving birth. Not quite the accomplishment I was going for. Well, I guess I will have to get back on it. Just as soon as we finish all the leftovers.