Time Flies
Sunday night the misses and I marked the anniversary of our first full year in Portland with a BBQ in the backyard. Unfortunately the celebration was cut short with the arrival of teaming swarms of bees that had a hunger for sweet corn and a thirst for Asian lager.

It’s been a fast year with many a great highlight. Presently, the pregnancy is in full swing here. The wife’s bump is expanding with increasing power. With multiple members of our family on both sides coming in at over six and a half feet there is fearful look in the eyes of the mother-to-be and she contemplates the algebra of baby giants. We’ll probably just skip buying the zero to six months baby clothes and move right to triple XL. I’m already in talks with recruiting agents for the Portland Trailblazers.

By all accounts the wife is rail-thin skinny so it’s something to see the belly expand with possibility. Better yet are all the fab new clothes she gets wear. I have to admit I’m a bit jealous of elastic-paneled jeans. They look pretty damn comfortable.

Now, lets address a serious matter; you people with your insane name suggestions. It’s pretty evident that if I left the naming of Baby Skelton up to the readers of this blog then the kid would grow up to be, a) a Metal Rawk God or, b) a semi-professional wrestler. Seriously, I’ll be damned if I’m going to name my kid Thor, Lemmy, Bruiser, or Üdo. It’s just not happening folks.

In other family news, the cats have taken well to embracing their new outdoor freedoms. They don’t play in the street and they’ve held their ground against neighboring enemy cats. Sure Layla got stuck up in a tree last week but even before I was able to fetch a ladder she was able devise a strategy for decent. Even the cats understand the importance of having a good exit strategy.

Tomorrow. Gorilla Biscuits in Seattle. You can bet there’ll be a smile on my face. How about yours!?