our thug son

yes, annie and i are joining the world of couples who allow others to follow their pregnancy on a blog mostly b/c it is a great way to disperse information quickly and to lots of people, which we have severely lacked thus far. my friend jared told me the other day that he found out about our pregnancy on myspace. what is this world coming to?

i suppose the first blog should explain the web address of the blog, and why it is not babymonty.blogspot.com or something cute like that. first of all, everybody does "baby(insert their last name here)" and even though i want to be just like everybody else, i also want to be different. secondly, the best thing annie has called our kid so far is a thug, and i want to capitalize on it as much as possible. right about now she is regretting asking me to set this blog up....

anyway, a couple weeks ago we went to the doctor and found out our baby has "boy parts" as the sonogram tech so elegantly put it, and it was during that sonogram that annie started to feel him kick. we watched in clear detail as he used his legs to jump about in his aqueous environment (i am pretty sure i spelled aqueous wrong but i am no speller) and all of a sudden, annie realized she could not only see it, but also feel it on her insides. she got all weepy, as women are prone to do during these times, and we celebrated the fact our son had use of his lower limbs.

about a week later, however, annie was wishing he would have been made with legs of pudding, b/c the kicking he was doing was starting to hurt. in an effort to describe the sensation, she said it was like he was thugging around inside of her, instead of thumping around inside of her as she had intended. now annie never mixes her metaphors (those of you who know her well will pick up on my blatant use of sarcasm here) and i thought this one was pretty great, so i have been telling people ever since that she called our son a thug, and now it is on the internet for the whole world to know, read, and enjoy.

it is no surprise really, since his dad (that would be me) is a straight up thug, whose passtimes include keeping it real, capping fools, and hitting switches on my drop 64. let's all hope he also gets my stunning good looks and my knack for hitting the lottery.

so this first entry, sorry post for you blog dorks, is so long that nobody is going to read it ever again, but if you have time to kill while sitting at panera on free wifi, feel free to check back occassionally as we hope to update it somewhat often when we are not shopping for the kid or opening gifts for the kid. he already has nikes. i havent had nikes since bo jackson wore them. the illusion that life is about me is officially dead.

ok, i will stop now. it was a bad idea to give me a blog. the next posts will probably be at least slightly more serious. there is so much that has happened in and to our lives already, i almost wish marty mcfly and doc brown were here so i could go back in time and start this thing from the beginning, but alas the flux capacitor is nothing but a pipe dream.

word,
stew