Professionally speaking, I'm having a banner year. I just completed a project that could be the pinnacle of my design career. Which some may think is sad that at age 32, I've reached the top. Not me. I couldn't be happier about the work that I have done and I feel confident that it will be well received by most and age beautifully.
I've been as busy as a beaver taking care of projects that landed in my lap when nearly half of my office was laid off. It keeps me running. But I think I'm handling it well.
The lovely wife seems to be doing well. At least, she hasn't gone postal. Yet. Staying at home, taking care of the kids. The only thing she's missing when I come home are high heels and pearls. But she's living the 50's TV mom dream, I tell ya!
El Presidente is doing great. While we have friends with a 16 month old that has surpassed our 41 month old's weight, we aren't worrying. He's still (barely) on the growth chart. And he's consuming most of his calories by mouth.
Let me say that for added dramatic emphasis: he's consuming most of his calories by mouth. And we've recently got him taking his medicines (both solid and liquid) orally. His feeding tube has received very little use over the past couple of months. Knock on wood, I'm thinking by his 4th birthday his feeding tube will be gone. Fingers crossed!
I should make note that I mentioned previously that the lovely wife is staying home. She's not eating bon-bons and watching her stories. Well, maybe sometimes. But the whole eating by mouth thing? That's all her. That was her project. She worked it and worked it hard. All the credit goes to her.
El Presidente has been doing well at preschool. He's talking up a storm. He's very active. Very imaginative. And very ready for Santa Claus to visit. He is really, really fun.
The Princess Royal is a lovely little girl that smiles whenever she first sees me. Heart melting stuff. On the flip side, she is also a ball of mood swings and, to be quite frank, I don't really do things right. In her mind anyway. She's all female. She lets me know when I piss her off. And honestly, that's like every other minute.
She has taken to looking at her hands as if there is something missing. "Why aren't their jewels on these fingers? What stupid bastard is responsible for this oversight? OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"
She has taken to royalty well.
The dogs, Lucy and Ethel, are still alive and kicking. Ethel's arthritis is doing better. They both have been adjusting to having two kids. But only because they have no other choice.
The Unlucky Unitas is still alive and kicking. Knock on wood.
Four Square No. 266 is still standing. Knock on wood.
There is so much going on and just not enough time to document it. I've got a Don Quixote thing I've been wanting to write. Plus my Bohemian friend married over the weekend, which is wonderful. Luminaria in the 'hood was beautiful. And my Colts...well, you know how they are doing...
But that is all stuff for another day, I suppose. But I'm hoping that this blog post finds you well this winter holiday season. So whatever it is you celebrate, celebrate it well with friends and family, good food and booze, music and stories, and maybe a gift or two hundred.
Sending you all the best for this yuletide,
Jason

