Our Girls

Recycling with Ruby K

Wednesday night at about 1:00 a.m. I heard /felt some sweet-techno-bass-lines rumbling through the floors of our apartment building. I was about to get dressed to head down stairs to get my groove on, but then I felt tired, grumpy, and old -- so, I called the San Diego Police Department instead.

About 30 minutes later the cops came and the music and the screams abruptly ended. As the party-kids dispersed, walking and mincing as they went, two young sorority sisters tossed a couple of their tinkling ornaments on the hood of my 2002 mazda millenia.

The next morning I found the the gifts and brought them upstairs to show Ruby. We soaked them for 12 hours in a mixture of bleach and soap to burn off some Phi Gamma Delta Gonorrhea. Ruby told me to turn on our favorite song. And then we danced.

Because Kindsay is spends so much of her time being Sunday's Milk Machine, Ruby and I have been having some good friendship time. Here's some photos of us on our balcony hammock:

-Cob

Sunday's First Week at Home

Sunday Sophia Norton is Here!

Born Sunday- November 7 - 2010

at 11:34pm

8 lbs 1 ounce

We love our new little beautiful girl!

On November 27, 2008 we learned that child-birthing is a LENGTHY process. The day Ruby was born, the contractions started squeezing my lady at about midnight. We called the hospital who told us to hold off for a few hours before making the the 45 minute journey down to the hospital. Five hours later we strolled into the hospital and plugged my sweet little bride into the pain-killing machine. Ten hours later we turned on some Beatles and Bob Dylan while Kindsay, slowly but surely (for about an hour and a half), pushed out our first born as the Hawaiian sun set behind the Koolau Mountains.

Praising science and modern medicine, Mama-Norton swore that in future gestations she would never go cave-woman-style and abandon the warm companionship of uncle-epidural.

Learning from experience, when the contractions started on Sunday night after a moonlight family stroll, we took our precious time. Kindsay was feeling the pain of motherhood, but we figured "hey, we got 12-18 hours to go."

As the contractions intensified, Kindsay called her Mom, told her of her condition, and asked if it might be a good idea to come down to baby sit the sleeping Ruby so we could head over to the hospital. Mrs. Mathis said we needed to get the heck to the hospital. Mother knows best.

Kindsay's parents rushed down to take over Ruby-duty and Kindsay and I headed to the hospital.

But things were different this time.

By the time we got there a little after 11pm, my she-bear was feeling some major feelings.

As the nurses and staff calmly and casually checked her in and asked her routine form questions, my wife informed them of the seriousness of her situation and begged and pleaded for that sweet loving needle that had saved her soul in the autumn of '08.

But after checking her lowers, the nurse broke the news that it was too late for the epidural, predicting "this baby is coming in less than an hour!"

Then my blonde roared a wicked roar. Oh, she ROARED a WICKED ROAR!

And, three minutes later A CHILD WAS BORN.

And, we called her Sunday.

I love you so much Kindsay! You did such a GREAT job!

We are now 4!

Love,

Papa

happy halloween to you

Ruby Singing