Young Old and I had a bit of a rocky start yesterday, what with all the poorly folded diapers, too cold milk, improper swaddling, and general frustrations.
So we decided to have a drink of a nice Merlot to calm our nerves and restart the day. We both drank heavily until collapsing into a satiated slumber.
Just kidding, Mom. For the real story on the pseudo-wino stainage, tune in tomorrow.
Old -That'd be me. The name originates from close high school friends, and has something to do with broken ankles, illegal beer, and the wisdom of the Ancients. You'll have to ask them.
Young -The little guy who made his appearance into our world late August of 2008. He's been granted the title of Young Old, and we're deeply and madly infatuated with him. Hopefully the title of the blog makes sense now for what is essentially a lengthy love letter to our son.
Mama K -My lovely wifey, the one actually doing all the work, bless her heart. My heroine for going through the incubation process; I don't think I'd have lasted a day.
Frisco the Cat -Our jealous attack cat, whom I'm betting will be paw-deep in some droll anecdotes very soon. RIP, baby, RIP. We miss you.
Youngest- Born into our lives mid-2011, Youngest Old's tale can be found at Mama K's journal: thegiftofjune.blogspot.com. I love you equally, son, but I'm all blogged out.
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