Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Once a week I’m going to try to do a State of the Family address. Now that I typed that I think in the future I’ll break that up into “kids” and Liza and or me. That’s not really fair either because this entire thing is basically about me anyway so my lovely wife will get her own segment. On with the kids: Katie is the unfortunate recipient of all things emotional from her mother and her father. She also wears all of that on her sleeve for the whole world to see. She wants to love and be loved by all. Her troubled introduction to this world makes her one of the strongest people I know. I am also slightly disturbed by her looks. Peeking through this little girl, my first born, are all the signs of a beautiful young woman. I am not now nor will I ever be prepared to share this child with anyone. Pray for the first few that dare to date my baby. Maggie on the other hand is my girlie girl. As much as Katie loves sports Maggie loves cloths. From the age of 1, my princess has never met a mirror she didn’t like. She wants attention above all else and she gets it. This one has a mean streak that was taken directly from my own. She is shy and aloof around strangers but things affect her more deeply than anyone expects. The basis for this theory comes from all of the wonderful time that “Uncle Tim” spent in the hospital. While Katie was visibly upset by the conversations that Liza and I were having, Maggie would leave the room. Same thing if Katie would ask how he was doing, Maggie would disappear. While Katie only wanted good news her sister would rather not know. I catch Maggie drawing Tim every once and a while and its always a picture of him “better”. She has yet to speak to him since he has been home from the hospital. I have a feeling that this child will cost me the rest of my hair. Now, Max. My son is the charmer of the group. He has already picked up on who and how much to use his weapons on. Targets are carefully chosen and artfully won over. I’ve told Liza that I hope he uglies up a little, for all of our sakes. I am afraid of how much these little people mean to me. 12:00:00 AM    says you