family

I suppose I might as well make this public now, as well. We’re having another baby. The child (gender still unknown) is due to arrive in early February. My wife is holding up admirably, and my son is taking it all in stride, though he varies on whether he wants a brother or sister. We just heard the heartbeat Friday, so it’s as official as it can get for now. So there are plenty of changes going on in our lives right now, but it’s nice that right now, most or all of the changes are positive ones. Good times.

Today the event on the agenda was mini golf.  I took the family over to Trafalga for a round, and I have to say . . . I wasn’t impressed with the place.  I’d never been there before, and I don’t think I’ll go again.  My son had a great time, so that was good, my wife and I were pretty disappointed with how run down it all seemed.  Cascade Golf was much nicer, so it gets my vote for the Orem Mini Golf award. Other than that, it’s late, so I don’t have much time to write.  Just finished

No–it’s not poetry that I wrote three years ago.  It’s a book/poem that my three year old son just came up with.  He took out our Goodnight Moon book and brought it over to one of his stuffed animals (named Cheetah), and told him that he was going to read him the book, which he said was called “Who Burped in Your Ears?”  I typed down what he read as he said it, and I think it makes for great poetry.  Ready? Who burped in your ears? Find me who burped in your ears, cheetah. Here’s who burped in your