Well, unlike Ben Gibbard while writing a song for Transatlanticism… I do feel different. If you have no idea what that last sentence even means, go to your local record store (these days, amazon.ca) and pick up Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie. It’s the first song.
As I was saying, now that the New Year is here, there is one major thing that is different. There are now two babies in our basement suite. You heard me. Now don’t go getting all excited thinking that the Roberts tribe is expanding. It’s not. No, I, Chelsey the mother of one 8-month-old has started babysitting for a 9-month-old. So basically… I have twins.
Two days down and so far so good. At only one point in the day was I pacing around the kitchen island praying to God while they both cried in their cribs. I have the feeling that this experience is going to strengthen my character.
Anyway, as some of you may know, elk hunting season is approaching. And in this household we’ve only been prepping for it since last elk-hunting season. However, things are getting more intense around here. Camping gear is all over the house. Hunting DVDs are often played. Loud screeching bugles echo through the house. And it almost becomes impossible to write blogs as Peter sits beside me telling me all about his Primos hunting gear.
So I’m signing off. Because someone is anxiously awaiting the computer so he can play “Deer Hunter”.