Mr.’s voice drifts down the hall from the nursery:

Old Steve Jobs he had a farm

Ee Ay Ee Ay Oh!

And on his farm he had iPhones

For all the hired hands!

We teach ‘em early in this house.

Very much in contradiction to how I was raised, I’ll admit that once not so forever ago, I drove my sporty little 5-speed up the Oregon coast barefoot, one handed, at 95 miles per hour, in four lanes of heavy traffic covered in a torrential downpour only the Northwest could provide, all the while taking a picture of said conditions out the window of the car all at the same time.

Yesterday, on a quiet partly cloudy Colorado afternoon, carrying Easy-E out of the hospital for his very first car ride, I thought to myself, “I wonder if Birkenstocks are safe driving attire for my feet?”

Turns out that a set of Birks can drive 35 miles an hour in the right lane, with the flashers on, telepathically cursing anyone within 14 car lengths of the airbag laden station wagon, as well as the best of them.

Thanks for all the calls and text messages. We (the three of us took a Gallup Poll) decided this would be the best way to keep everyone up to speed on the goings-on. We’ll talk to you all soon, and in the mean time, check out da’man himself, born 9:33 PM July 7th, 2008, 6 lbs, 7 ounces, 18 ¾” long, and what we suspect to be brown hair and blue eyes.