Okay, enough with the holiday posts already, right? I'm a few days late and a dollar short, as they say, but I couldn't help sharing a few of these. That last one is what happens with a scraggly long-haired fellow when he smooches a baby's forehead. I don't think he'd combed his hair yet, but he notoriously doesn't care about such silly things, so I'm free to post him not looking his best! I wrote a column recently about people's reactions to him in public with Freddie vs without her. It's called From Bad to Dad: Perceptions of my Husband in the Wild, over here.
So, 2015 huh? We're starting it off with a whirlwind trip to Philly soon since one of Patrick's bands has a show there. People without babies plan these things. My grandparents live there so we'll be squeezing in a quick trip to see them, and possibly some other friends too. We'll see. It'll be the longest trip with the baby we've attempted so far. Nobody's forcing me to go (I'm not even going to his show because I have paid my metal band show dues over the past almost-9-years together and it is so not my thing! And that's okay! It's okay to have things we support for each other even if the other person has to cover her ears!) so I have nobody to blame but myself if things devolve into madness!