Tomfoolery and such

• This is Jamie posting this. We get little digital internet stones thrown about our faces for the crime of slackheartedness in relation to the blog, and I make no apologies for that. It only makes me laugh. Nobody “tagged” me though! Luckily for you I relish the opportunity to embarrass myself and others. Following is a random list of things you didn’t know…. for a reason. I’m only hoping that after you read this you hang your heads in shame at having shared such trivial and meaningless insights into your adorable little lives. (for anyone over the age of 40 reading this blog please consult your most trusted family member under the age of 36, who also reads our blog, to confirm that I am indeed joking, and generally not to be trusted or taken seriously).
  
  1) Sometimes when I have wicked gas I like to cuddle up next to the wife and solicit affection of the hugging variety. After some tender embracing I ask her to squeeze harder….. and then I fart.
  2) Every night me and the wife sing to Naomi. We sing 3 songs. I do not have a pleasant singing voice, and the wife is borderline tone deaf. I’ve determined there must be some sort of divine auto correct added to our voices before it hits her ears, cause she insists upon it still, but trust me friends…. it’s an ugly scene.
  3) The wife and I have designated ourselves poo pals due to our propensity to hash out some of the logistical details of our lives while one or the other of us is occupying the pot.
  4) Carly has a deep and abiding hatred for children without noticeable arm hair.
  5) Carly has a tendency to blurt out truths that are better kept to one’s self such as: “he’s actually 5 ft 4 and three quarters, I measured.”
  
  
  Are you not entertained? I’m a ninja blogging pirate! I got a tattoo commemorating my internet blogging superiority.

Dad Throwin down for dinner:

Carly and I both work part time now at a superior Gymnastics facility called Deltchev Gymnastics. The guy who owns it is a Bulgarian Olympic medallist. Carly already fits in perfectly while I’m still trying to decipher the broken English of the Russian who teaches the boys. The up up side is that we get access to a full gym. I’ve gone immediately over board and ripped both hands. This picture is after a week or so of healing. It was much uglier to begin with. Carly had me fix the rips with super glue. My goal is to re-learn a double back so I can freak out kids. Naomi takes like 6 classes a week now and she’s turning into a little gym rat. It’s cool. Carly is posting a more substantive and meaningful post in the very very near future.