Jagger’s first time sitting in a high chair, courtesy of Banana. No surprise that the safety belt is sized properly for Jagger considering they’re only 5-6lbs apart. Poor Banana, I hope she’s eating well out in GA with her daddy.

I thought we had a BBQ for the Chu last weekend? Well, good food doesn’t hurt anybody.

Mary wrote Mikey a check, but isn’t that against the whole priest mantra? Can I consider it this Sunday’s tithings to God?

Just out of bed and a bit foggy, I walk into our living room to find Jagger motionless and Mary balling her eyes out…WHAT’S GOING ON?! No need for concern. Jagger’s belly is moving up and down in rhythmic fashion as he takes one of his signature 20 minute naps. As for Mary, she’s watching her stupid soap opera that is supposedly so emotional. Why does she, and women in general, want to watch something that’s going to make her cry? Silly wife.

Well Parenting, according to the 8 page thread and the 3 page followup, I’d say you’ve angered a couple fathers out there.
More after the jump…
My cousin John has been raving about this movie “The Story of Us”, starring Bruce Willis and Michelle Pfeiffer. He even went so far to text me that it was showing on the Women’s Entertainment channel a few weeks ago. Just last week he left his DVD copy with me as an attempt to force it down my throat.
So now I’m looking at the box art and it says, “The most wonderful and romantic movie of the year!” I’m sorry, but I don’t watch chick flicks unless Mary already has it playing. I enjoy Bruce Willis movies, but I like the the badass-Yippee-ki-yay-they-call-me-mister-goodkat-I-am-Korben-Dallas Bruce Willis, not the apron-wearing-10-yards-Ben-Affleck-take-care-of-my-daughter Bruce Willis.
I’ll pass on this and just continue watching replays of the Lakers’ game 1 victory over the Magic on ESPN.
Dear Liz,
How dare you slap love in the face! I have been practicing my ring bearer duties and now you pull this crap. You think you have it hard!? I have to carry your stupid rings down the aisle…I haven’t figured out how to walk yet! But when I do, I’ve got a bat with your name on it. Protect your shins. It’s on!