Anatomy 101

Well, as is typical in the Higgins household, Late Jan/Early Feb is more about hunkering down and riding out the winter than anything else. The days of snowmen, snow forts, and snowball fights has given way to indoor activities like Wii's Enchanted Princesses.

But, one thing of note happened during yesterday's bath time. My wife wondered why Jack's balls were so saggy. So I got to invoke the "Do your balls hang low, do they wobble to and fro" nursery rhyme. So that was nice.

Yes, my son has old man balls.

Round and Round

I've found that parenting is cyclical. One day, your boy's struggle to put on his mittens is hilarious and beautiful. The next day, you just want him to PUT HIS F'IN GLOVES ON ALREADY. WTF?

When your daughter tells you about her day in school, it usually takes longer than the school day itself. But that's ok because most of the time, it's just a joy to hear your cherubic child taking a real interest in her daily activities, and it's wonderful to hear her try to verbalize her day. Other days you just want her to EAT YOUR GDAMN PEAS, YOU NEED TO GET TO BED AND YOU STILL NEED A BATH!!

The real key to parenting, I'm finding out, is to keep a straight face. Good and bad days come and go, so you can't sweat the small stuff. They're just kids after all, and sometimes they do childish things.

Goddamn it's cold

Wow. Really cold out there. I kinda like it though. It makes me enjoy summer. And let be honest, with my extra layer of blubber, I'm uniquely qualified to spend my time in sub zero weather. I'm like a harp seal without all the clubbing.

Xmas is upon us. We had a family party on Saturday. Jack got a bunch of trucks, Grace got a Barbie Cruise Boat. Talk about re-enforcing stereotypes. It's a fun time at the old Higgins household, so I can't complain.

My basement is finally completed. Sump pump, DryWall, painted and carpeted(EMPIRE!!). Looks great, and I reclaim some of my living space. Good times all around.

10 Days til Breckenridge. No Kids!


*not actually me.

Happy Tuesday

So, the holiday went well, as always.

Thanksgiving is easily my favorite holiday. All the food and family you can handle, but no gifts or roasting chestnuts.


It also helps that my Wife's family is completely out of town, so we only have 1 responsibility on Thanksgiving. We are only responsible to our lower GI.

Actually played football on thursday, so I tested the Achilles, it responded well, so I'm on the road to playing a dominant third base like I've been doing for the past 15 years.

It's Grace's birthday on Thursday. 4 years old. So I built this last night:

Twitter Nation

Ok...I signed up for Twitter so that I could get text message updates about Da Bears. Which is great. I get updates right from Halas Hall about who's practicing, who's not. Who looks good, who doesn't.

Then after a while, I get a note saying so-and-so is following me on Twitter, no big deal.

But, I don't actually send anything out. But maybe I want to. I assume I can text from my phone, right? Or do I have to do it online from my computer? That would hurt, because most of my inspiration comes while looking at mullets on the train.

Action packed weekend

So...I ran for 8min last thursday. The ankle felt fine, the fat ass did not. But, I'm back. The pain in my heart, lungs, back and legs is a good pain. The ankle gives me no problem.

Jack is also beginning to develop the superior sense of humor that was genetically transferred to him from his extremely hilarious parents.

His newest thing is pointing to someone and calling them by an obviously wrong name, laughing and saying: "Nooooo"

Example: Pointing at me, saying "Mama, heeheehee, NOOOOO!!"

He also thinks one of the most hilarious things in the world is when I throw a beach ball at him and it bounces off his giant head. He'll actually fall on the floor from laughing when that happens. AFV here we come.

So, the recap of my weekend:

Me chucking things at my son's head.

The End of an ERA

Yesterday, exactly 149 days since that fateful spring evening in Mayfair Park, I was finally cleared to resume all activities.

In short, I can run again. The doc says to expect it to be another year before I feel 100% but as of now, I'm not at risk to re-rupture the Achilles.

Outside of some genuinely beautiful moments, this was the worst summer of my life. But now it's over. I recommend that if anyone gets injured in the future, consider tearing an ACL or breaking some ribs rather than going for the Achilles.

Now I can keep up with this dude...