Hello again my friends. I hope this summer has treated you well. Yes. Well, that’s good to hear… stay cool my friends.
The world has been a scary place of late and one cannot help but feel a bit anxious and uneasy.
Well… you all can now calm yourselves. The miracle that we have all prayed and waited for has happened. On Wednesday morning, September 3 (at 3:09 A.M.) my first grandchild… a new Stash Child… came into this world. Weighing in at a robust 8 pounds/2 ounces and at a length of 20 1/2 magnificent inches, young Owen Mitchell was born.
Yes, I know, it seems impossible that the Stash, who we all know and love, has reached this weathered grandparent milestone of life but… true enough… it has happened. David Byrne, creative genius of The Talking Heads, said it best when he once asked, “How did I get here?” I find myself asking the same question.
Regardless, the baton has been passed, the air is again sweet and our foggy future now seems clear and secure. Rejoice.
Stash
A Baby’s Yin and Yang
Pink and stubby little nose…
Ten ticklish, cute, wiggly toes.
Curious, bright sky-blue eyes…
Chubby, soft marshmallow thighs.
It took nine months for his debut.
Finally we get our eager view.
Oh, he’s such a perfect baby boy…
An absolute bundle of parental joy.
A wondrous miracle no doubt… but…
How does that round Buddha belly
Produce loaded diapers, oh so smelly?
Icky, sticky and usually wet…
A unique experience that’s hard to forget.
Shoulder spit-up. midnight colic,…
It’s a party… a new kind of frolic.
Yeah, he’s as cute as Peanut’s Snoopy…
But oh dear Lord… another poopy!
Yes, having a baby can be a chore
But in a blink he’ll be out the door.
There’ll be times,
When you feel you’re at your limit
But take a deep breath…
And enjoy every stinkin’ minute.
Stash