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You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bo staff. "Napoleon Dynamite"
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Saturday, April 29, 2006
The Home Town Nine Were Playing
Tomarrow is my oldest son's birthday, Dominic is going to be eight years old. I look at him now and can still see the little boy in him with splashes of the teenager he is going to be and finally the adult he will become. I remember the day he was born because there were a few things that stood out other than just the birth.
First, I remember how long Jen was in labor...I am pretty sure that sticks out in her mind too.
Second, I was hungry by the time the whole ordeal was done. I mean I hadn't eaten in almost 24 straight hours. Jen got breakfast deliverd to her but as a husband we are not nearly important enough to get crappy eggs and cold sausage.
Third, it was a glorious day. April 30th, 1998 in Minneapolis Minnesota was 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I can still remember looking out the window of Hennipin County Medical Center and seeing people arrive to watch the home town 9 Twins play. I thought "now that would be cool, deliver your first born son and then go and grab a beer and hot dog, watch some baseball and savor the moment forever. Even buying a program to put in the scrap books"....Jen said that she would have cut my nuts off if I had done that...but it still would have been cool.
Lastly, I remember the only person to show up and see us in the hospital was my Sister who I am pretty sure skipped some classes to make the trip. I know she has pictures of that day, thought she sent them to me once but didn't find them in the vast archives of Gmail....if I find them or she sends them to me again I will update this post.
So to my oldest son Dominic, I am so very proud to be your father. Have a wonderful birthday
Love Dad
Isn't it interesting that Dominic and Paul were born on clear, sunny days. Unforturnately my choice when Paul was born was to stay home or go in to work. I went into work and handed out cigars. Now if I had the choice of going to a Minnesota Twins game with beer and hot dogs, I'm pretty sure I would have capped the day by going to the game. Baseball, hot dogs, beer and the birth of my first son. My dad would have been looking down and saying "good choice Chuckie". No decision problem here. Ha. Happy Birthday to Dominic.