14 days and counting as of today. So it is officially any time now. And we are pretty darn ready. We are officially EBK (everything but kid). That doesn't mean we are ready, jut that we have done all of the things we wanted to do. We managed to get the pool open and ready. We have mounted the video baby monitor. And we stocked up on adult and baby H&BAs (my Dad's term for health and beauty aids, you know toilet paper, tooth paste and the like). We now have enough paper towels to clean the entire body of a very dirty Amphicoelias, the largest known dinosaur ever.

BTW here is what T minus means.

Bianca and I have been working through some epic movies in the evening, after beating back the pool a.k.a. Swamp Thing. Most recently it has been The Godfather, broken up into 30-60 minute chunks to prevent the Mommy from falling asleep. Though it is a BIT violent, I can't wait to share the movie with Peanut.

Unbeknownst to many it is the aphorisms that, among other things, makes The Godfather a great movie. Here is an example of a few instances in which The Godfather's wise sayings will help Peanut.

"Dad, I only have one free hand what do I take?"

Leave the gun, take the cannoli.

"Mom, what are you doing?" [To Bianca while she is making her tomato gravy]

Come over here, Peanut, I will teach you how to make sauce, in case you have to cook for a bunch of guys.

[After he gets off the phone with his first girlfriend]

Peanut, why don't you tell that nice girl you love her? I love you with all-a my heart, if I don't see-a you again soon, I'm-a gonna die.

"Dad, my Little League coach won't let me pitch."

Don't worry. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.

And this from him, turning the tables:

Sorry, Mom for the pain of labor. It's business, not personal.

Ah, the wisdom of the Godfather.

Defibrilator #1

So a few days ago I awake to a funny Nana email. Apparently in the hazy predawn the phone went off. My Mom, thinking it was the moment jumped out of bed probably with the force of a Kinetic Energy Weapon (check out that speed, Mach 11!). The collateral damage was my Dad's deep REM sleep as he was thrown from the bed, all to screams of "Get the phone, Peanut is here!" It turned out that it was actually a school delay call for heavy fog.

Defibrilator #2

Last night Bianca woke up to go to the bathroom, as a pregnant ladies are wont to do, and when she came back she clicked off the ceiling fan. I have entered into a new kind of sleep that allows me to be awakened by things as slight as the fan click. I also was laying next to the pregnancy pillow and had mistaken it for Bianca's belly, so I totally thought she was still next to me. The combination of these things caused me to shoot out of the bed, again thinking that it was the BIG ONE. In the end, it wasn't, but I scared Bianca and myself just about out of our wits.

We are waitin' for you buddy.