Turkey Day '07

Hey Bud!

First of all, I found out how to spell "Poppie". I guess it has an 'ie' instead of a 'y'. Anyway, I've got the turkey farts this morning, as I ate about half a bird yesterday. It may be the dressing, not sure, but they smell like celery and onions...sort of. I probably should have written to you earlier, just after you were born, but we just got our computer hooked up. I cannot imagine what kind of techno stuff you will have by the time you read this, but I'm sure it will be pretty cool. Well, back to you. The good part of your birth was that I was in a business meeting, when your Mom called and said you were here. I stopped the entire meeting to hear all of the details and then everyone there erupted with congratulations. That was the cool part, since we hadn't slept for about 2 or 3 days. The rest of your arrival was really not that fun for the the rest of us. I mean it was great that you made it, but it was "how" you got here that made it interesting. For some reason, your Mom and Dad decided to have a flashback to the 1960's, which is what was referred to as "hippie" times. People back then tried to get back to nature and the "old" ways. They sort of rejected progress, tried to live off the land, and do things naturally, instead of using modern technology. For some unknown reason, your folks decided to try and apply those principals to your birth. They can probably explain it better than I, but here's what actually happened. They rented a big bath tub and hired a couple of women (probably ex-hippies) to come over to your house. The plan was to have these women put your Mom in the tub of water and let you swim out, I guess. They actually have hospitals where most people go to have babies, but nooooo...not your Mom and Dad. Anyway, after a day or two of trying this plan to no avail, I guess you figured it out yourself and were not really too keen on the idea. You just stayed in there waiting them out. You finally decided to make your Mom so miserable that she had to go to the hospital. Go idea, Bud. So instead of being born like a dolphin or a beaver or something, you got to be born like most of the rest of us...in a hospital. They have clean sheets and nurses and doctors and stuff like that who are there to help take care of you. While I am sure those old hippie women would have tried their best to squirt you out in a bath tub, I am glad you held out for some better "digs". You will probably have to continue working with them to make sure they don't have any more crazy ideas like that, but I am sure between you and your sister, you can keep them lined out. Anyway, you had a hell of a start to your life, so you must be special. You do have some pretty big shoes to fill with your big sis though, as she can already recite the Constitution of United States by memory at the age of 2, when most other kids are still trying to say "moma" and "dada". We look forward to seeing you in person and welcome to the world! Poppie.