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Wordpress just released an app for the iPhone.

Posting to the ol’ blog just got that much easier!

So far, posting photos directly from iPhone does not work.  Probably part of a more generalised problem with my installation of Wordpress at the moment.

So months go by and I don’t write anything.  I rarely feel motivation, if any, to write anything on here.  I think part of that is because part of our family income is support-based, I feel the need to be sensitive to those who give donations so that we can free up part of our time for more altruistic work.  I want to give an account of what we do, how we are getting on with TribUrbana and generally show that I’m being responsible with my time so that they see their money is well spent.  Totally justified.  But I’m starting to think that is exclusively what our newsletter is for.  So if that is what you are looking for, subscribe.

I think I need blogging to be more about me being me.  Spending time talking about what I’m learning, things that I enjoy and lifes experiences are things that motivate me.  I might still sprinkle in news here and there, but I will probably do so from an extremely subjective (and hopefully interesting to more people than just myself!) slant as I did with Robert’s birth.  Blogging, for me, is more about self-expression than it is about giving news updates.

And if my friend Juanan doesn’t get off my back, I might also start posting in Spanish occasionally.  So watch out.

Hopefully, I’ll start posting here a bit more and on a regular basis.  No promises though.

I remember when staying up all night used to be the coolest thing I could do. It was a challenge to prove myself. Only the coolest people had the quasi-cosmic ability to maintain consciousness for 24 hours straight. If I could make it until the morning light, I was one of the cool crowd. YMCA lockin’s are structured around this assumption. Teeny bopper movies without end center around this ideal. Even when we were in Ibiza a few years ago, clubbing all night seemed such a worthy challenge.

Little did I know that when Heather went into labor at 8 o’clock in the evening on May 29th, reality would get its sweet revenge for all the time I had spent idolatrizing nocturnal rebellion.

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We went to the airport, we got Grandma Dixie.

So, we go over the checklist:
Grandma? Check.
Hospital Selected? Check.
Bags packed? Check.

Just need a baby now.

Dear God: Hear us, one prayer at a time.

We aren’t sure exactly when, but it should be soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a week. Soon, but not soon enough for Heather!