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Tub tales

Jenny was giving Tate his bath the other night and the following exchange took place.

Tate: Mommy, close your eyes.*

Jenny: Um, okay.

Long pause.

T: Okay, open your eyes.

Tate appears to be sitting in the tub, exactly as before.

J: What's up?

T: Okay, when you closed your eyes, you did NOT see me pee in the tub.

J: (exasperated) Tate, did you pee in the tub?!

T: Did you see me pee in the tub?

*Tate is always doing the "Close your eyes" trick. Usually you do it and he makes a car or a dinosaur "appear." Not always. But there is nothing unusual about the "Close your eyes" request in and of itself.

Oh yeah, I have a daughter now

That's her. Miss Lillian Jane Robertson.
Practically born with a smile on her face. Or with gas.


Probably gas.

Snow Day 2011

Jenny took this great picture of Tate and I horsing around in our back yard yesterday, Feb. 4. I just wanted to post it because -- besides just being a terrific photo -- I know these kinds of days are limited. But this proves that at one time things really were just this awesome.

I'm a reporter again

For posterity, I'd like to just update this and let my loyal fanbase of perhaps two people know that I am now a reporter for the Fort Worth Business Press. I cover banking and finance mostly, but will also dabble in the legal, accounting, economic and city business beats, too.

Fort Worth is a great old city, full of depth and history and not without a little dirt under its nails -- very much like my old hometown of Memphis, minus the hilarious ineptitude and middling corruption of the city government and the generally poor service at fast food restaurants.

It's good to be back in the journalism saddle again.




Anyway, gotta go. Hopefully, I'll update this a little more going forward.