Thursday, February 17, 2005

Life was so much simpler when I was single and chronically depressed.

So, I've been pretty busy lately, trying to rub my two pennies together and get them to multiply into enough cash to pay the exorbitant rent on my apartment that everyone I know thinks I got at a bargain price. Feh, I say. In my Beloved Hometown, my mother pays less than half my monthly rent payment as her mortgage payment on a three bedroom house. And she doesn't live in a backwards hellhole, either. It's a nice neighborhood.

Lessee, so much to say while I have the energy to type. My newborn daughter is now two weeks old, and she's a beauty, just like her sister. The resemblance between them (and to me) is quite remarkable.

Businesswise, I have a store I'm putting up as a side business that is just about ready to roll. My consultancy is startign to pick up (I hope). I've done a couple of jobs with my friend, the Chainik Hocker, this week, and I'm glad to have the pictures of Andrew Jackson to line my pocket. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling.

That's about it. I'm a daddy again, and I'm tired, again.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Ownership, Shmownership

I have three RSS feeds as "Live Bookmarks" along the bookmark toolbar in Firefox: OSNews, Slashdot, and the Mises Economics Blog. Via the Mises Blog, I found this little gem on CBS Marketwatch:

The surprising thing about the private investment accounts proposed as a Social Security reform and considered a hallmark of an ownership society is that they'll likely leave account owners with little direct control.






Ahem. Who in their right minds thought that Bush was doing anything productive with Social Security? Do you really think the Emperor is going to fix the problems when the government is the problem?

Wake up, people!

Life, death, and secrets

This morning, I got my aliyah and named our newborn daughter, who, in the fine tradition of Lois Lane, Lana Lang, and Lori Lemaris (most of you plebians don't know who Lori Lemaris is -- google it) now qualifies to be a candidate to marry Superman, based on her initials.

We named the baby after my late stepmother, who was niftar this past Lag B'Omer. Of course, I didn't tell my mother's side of the family this, and I'm hoping to keep it a secret as long as possible. I figured it would make my father very happy, and I did love my stepmother. We discovered shortly after I returned to New York, following the funeral, that my wife was pregnant, and she and I agreed that we should name the child after my stepmother if it was a girl.

The thing of it is, we gave the first name simply because we liked it, and the middle name is for my stepmother. My mother and I were discussing the first name, and she asked if the name was after anyone, and, thinking she was referring only to the first name, I said no. Slight fib, but I'm hoping that didn't count as a lie.

On the instructions of a rav, I haven't told my wife that I received a call on Wednesday from Sammy the Kid's father, who told me that they lost their first born son, Sammy's older brother, in a car crash. I have been so tied up with family matters at home, I've not been able to visit their family yet, and I hope to make the shiva call tomorrow afternoon. Lord knows what I'll say to them, as I haven't a clue what to do.

I'm keeping this all a secret from my wife, as it's not good to tell a woman who just gave birth of such a traumatic event, but I'll have to tell her eventually.

We should all only know simchas like what my wife and I have known this week.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

What's in a name, anyway?

My newborn daughter was a little yellow, so they're keeping her in the hospital until tomorrow, circumventing our plans to bring her home one day early. Since I am alone with my older daughter (how weird to call her that!) I can't get to shul in the morning for lack of babysitting, and thus I can't name the baby, and it will have to wait until Shabbos.

So, the baby was born on Tuesday, and no one knows what her name is until Saturday. Yeah, that doesn't drive the grandparents nuts at all. Nah....

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

I'm so tired, and rest doesn't seem to be in the near future

My morning started today at 3 am.

My beautiful, wonderful wife, whispered into my ears, "Honey, I think I'm in labor."

I sprung to my feet with a lucidity I rarely achieve that early in the morning.

We weren't sure of these things, despite already having one child, because last time, my wife was two weeks overdue, was induced, and it was a beautiful, almost completely painless experience. However, since my wife hadn't gone into labor naturally last time, this was the first time it was occurring for us. We called the OB, who said to wait it out a little. The wife and I decided to try to go back to bed, and the next hour was filled with nocturnal halucinations mired in my mind mixed with my wife's agony as the pains began to increase. By 4 am, it was clear that the time had come. Then came the complicated part.

We called my sister in law to ask her to come to the hospital with us. Then we called my mother in law to drive all of us to the hospital. My sister in law ended up watching my daugher in the waiting room while child number 2 made ready to enter this world.

Baruch Hashem, the epidural worked. We've heard horror stories from my wife's friends of women who had the epidural but received no pain relief whatsoever from them, so you can bet we were davening hard that it would work. It did, and then things started coming together very quickly.

Within an hour and a half of the epidural being put it, my wife's water broke in the labor and delivery room. Half an hour later, she started transition. Ten minutes later, our second child, another girl, was born.

My older daughter (I'm still trying to get used to referring to her like that) was wound up like a top and barely slept all day today, keeping us chasing after her all throughout the maternity ward at Maimonides Hospital, and in the ride home, she fell asleep, and I expect her to wake up some time just before the start of 2006. :)

I'm home with daughter #1, and my wife plans to come home tomorrow from the hospital with daughter #2, and now we'll see how well the wife and I can juggle two kids, my shaky employment status, and a whole slew of other interesting things in the months ahead.

I'm so tired. Happy, but tired.