Well, well, well, I survived Las Vegas with my 2 1/2-year-old boy and my 8 1/2-month pregnant wife. Las Vegas is definitely not a great place to take a 2-year-old but we still had a good time. Now we are back home waiting on Kyle's brother or sister to arrive. Mrs. Shife is due November 6 so that is where we are at. Just circling over the Shifley International Airport looking forward to traffic control to give us the go ahead and bring that baby home. So my goal is to write every day until that happens. Hopefully it will be fun and hopefully I will not bore you to death.
The burning question for today is how the heck am I going to survive with 2 kids and a crazy basset hound? I know people do it every day, and these same people have told me that it is easy and then others tell me it is hard so I have no idea what to expect. All I know is that drinking heavily is not an option. I gave 1-800-THE-LAMA1 a call for spiritual advice, and I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any advice, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice. Hope you like that one, BP.=)
And here is a picture of Kyle doing the no pants dance. He lost them playing the slots, but he got to see Elvis.