Christmas Vacation: Recap

• I'm growing a beard. Every year, over Christmas break, the MBA program has a mustache-growing contest, and since I don't want to spend three weeks looking like either Burt Reynolds or a child molester, I've decided to grow a beard instead. On the final day of the competition I'll shave everything but the mustache. If you're very lucky, I'll post a picture.



• I read the third book in my brother's upcoming series. It's quite good, and I think he's going to make a million dollars. If you'd like to read his book, it will be first released in the United Kingdom, sometime around March. Here's a link.
(It will be released in the U.S. in August, I think.) (Those British are so impatient!)


• For Christmas, my son received a toy fire engine and a Buzz Lightyear figure. He's terrified of both of them. Sure, he'll play with them during the day, but at night they have to be in another room, under a blanket, with the door closed. I can't imagine what could make him so scared except for, I guess, a movie about Buzz Lightyear where we comes alive when you're not watching him.



• Holly shut her thumb in the car door yesterday. Last night, as she was going to bed, she complained sadly to Erin about it. "It hurts when I bend it," Holly said. Then her face brightened: "I can still give a thumbs up, though!"



• Erin is great with child. About as great with child as it's possible to be before you explode with child. She's scheduled to be induced this Saturday. I'll be sure to post pictures.

I am officially a bad father

Yesterday was the last day of class, and next week is finals. Consequently, I've been a little busy. Yesterday I was on campus from 7:00am to 11:00pm, and I got back here at 6:00am today. It'll likely get worse before it gets better, but at least there's only one week left.

However, Erin just called to tell me the saddest thing I've ever heard in my entire life: during breakfast, Sammy turned to Erin and said "Guess who's coming over to our house today? Daddy!"

I'm such a lousy father.