Welcome Babies

I've been terribly remiss.

Back on September 7th my cousin Christine ushered into the world the newest member of our family - Christopher Blaze Carberry.

What a name. Christopher Blaze. I love it. I certainly love my cousin and I certainly love the little guy and even love the fact that the first time I held him he pooped for all he was worth. For the life of me I can't figure out why I have not thought to mention his arrival here. So - a belated welcome to Christopher and a public Congrats to you, Christine. It was great to see you in September and I got some good pictures of Clarisa holding Christopher. Sure I had my SVA photography class in the back of my mind, but more than that I was thinking that someday he'll be 37 years old and looking back and see this black and white photo of himself before he even knew who he was. Moreover - how great was it for so many of us to get together in Brooklyn on a non-holiday and just indulge in the simple pleasure of an extended walk around the block with a stop for ice-cream. That was really great. On top of that I got to see my cousin Kerry and two of her little ones - Devon and Dylan and even my cousin Will made a rare appearance. And yes, Will, the picture I took of you on your long board came out and you'll get a copy to post on your blog. I just need to do that whole printing thing first. Then the scanning thing. Seeing as how I have no scanner and even no computer - this might take longer than otherwise expected. If you would like the process speeded up - please feel free to meditate on the speedy arrival of the insurance check from Travelers. All of you.

Speaking of babies - Sfumato had his triplets, Dominic, Xavier and Luisa. Just like that he went from zero to three after nine years of marriage. Three over nine. One is a prime, one a square root of the other and there are three periods in hockey and 9 innings in baseball. Does that mean anything? Well, he loves baseball and he loves hockey. Plus Babe Ruth was number 3 and Gordie Howe was number 9. Nine times three gives us a 27 for Kovalev and 2+7 brings us back to 9. Nine plus three yields us a Broadway Joe as well. Fortuitous indeed. And CLUTCH.

Poof! You are a Dad! Congrats!