It's been a while since the family heard anything from the Pincocks, and since I'm sitting here at CSI with no one to tutor I thought I'd drop a note by. I'm sure all of you have got pictures of little Chad on your phones (ahh...the wonder that is the cell phone; you can send txt's to twitter now, how did we live before mass interconnectivity?) but here's a couple more for you guys to enjoy.
And what's baby pictures without a funny story or two? Little Buckwheat (my nickname for my son; seeing as for the entirety of my life I have been Buckwheat to my twin sister, I found it an apt name for him, although I tend to alternate between Lit' Buck, Whit, Chad 2, Chad the sequel, and bud (the last being a name I call all little boys, not sure why)), this last week, was not able to dispose of his waste properly, and after having gone 4 whole days without release Becca took him to the doctor to get a laxative. "It's normal" Dr. Graham said, "His colon just works too good." Comforting words for my wife, who, rightly so, worries about pretty much everything lit' C'Dub does. Dr. Graham forgot to mention, however, that this laxative (and I know first hand that all laxative's, including the great tasting, fast moving, Prune juice, do this, but thats for another post, one I'm sure Becca...if she ever reads this...would love to post for you guys and nominate me for a Kay Family Award) creates a raging torrent of crap, the like of which I'm sure will be involved with the battle of Gog and Magog, entering the stage somewhere around the time the Jew's realize they killed the Right guy. 5 diapers later, (to be read: 30 minutes of loud squishing noises and nasty hugs for our noses) my little bud was feeling much better and laughing like a monkey who just stole a banana from a rather bewilderedly hungry ape. Mommy and Daddy on the other hand, for those of you who have seen the Robin Williams movie 'RV", had just relived the "Shower of Sorrow" scene. For those of you who haven't...there's nothing like baby poop to get you up and running in the morning.
I've gotta get a picture of him in his overalls to post. Goodnight he's a cutie.
Love, your parenthetically-crazy relative,
Lance W. Pincock
