There were actually a lot of things to talk about today, including being right about a soccer ball and the Mayan calendar, the fucking nanny state, incredible anger about the bullying of the Steubenville rape victim, the cancellation of a small debt, and the start of the appeal in the Medically-Assisted Death case in BC--so much that could count as today's moment, but none of that wins the post.
No, today, it's the Birfday of my Mr. B.T.
My oldest baby boy was born under duress. His mother was grieving the loss of her beloved grandfather, and there was a complication when B.T. decided to make his debut--his mother was sick. An emergency c-section later, this tiny little baby boy was out and about, with his absolute shock of black hair and sweet little face. He spent his first days in an incubator, being monitored for signs of infection, but he was soon cleared.
That seems like a lifetime ago, as today he's on the verge of adulthood.
Happy Birfday Baby Boy!
...Wish you were here.
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