The newest member of the family

My cousin went into labor and, via c-section, delivered a 7lb, 13oz redhead named Joseph Walker. Today's one day shy of the scheduled c-section. He's a big strong boy, which will serve him well as he progresses through the upcoming days and weeks. He has heart surgery scheduled for Friday—one of at least three surgeries he'll undergo before age 2—to repair his damaged ticker. He has what is known in the medical community as Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS).

So now Jackson has a baby brother; his parents and Joseph have a long road ahead. They need all the help they can get, with prayers, positive thoughts and energy, or whatever sort of meditation you do to whatever higher power and faith you embrace. They'll keep us all updated on Baby Joseph's web site.

We love you Kerry. You're such a strong woman and wonderful mom. You're all in our thoughts and hearts—and we'd all beat ours for him if we could. Welcome to the family and to the world Joseph Walker. Stay tough little man. We're so happy you're here!

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Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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