Best Week Ever ...

Holy cow, what a baker's week! For some it was the best week ever. Others, the worst week ever. And for at least one, it was the only week ever.

Side note: Do I really have to expalin that a baker's week is 7+1 days? Sheesh! I know you all eat doughnuts, or at least those frilly bagels, so you obviously know what a baker's dozen is ... also, you should probably have guessed that I wanted to pretend that I am witty.

So why was it such a week? Well...

Eight days ago, my first son (and child) was born! Thomas Jeremiah came out at 6 lbs. 1 oz. at 6:53 A.M. on Thursday 09 November 2006. Marisa, my wife, did a terrific job of pushing him out, entirely without medication. I'm sure some of you ladies are saying 'She did what?!?!' Yep, med free. She's pretty much super awesome. Anyhow, now that we've had him for more than a week, we're pretty sure he's a keeper.

Today was Tommy's, um, 'snip-snip' surgery. EEK! He wasn't to happy during the ordeal, but is doing great now. In a weird and sad coincidence, at almost exactly the time Tommy was under the knife, Bo Schembechler, Michigan's winningest football coach, collapsed and died of heart failure. All this with the 'Game of the Millenium' tomorrow, No. 2 Michigan at No. 1 Ohio State! Crazy! Tragic. So, if you're doing anything but watching this game tomorrow, you're pretty much spitting on Bo Schembechler's grave. That'd be pretty rude.

So for us, pretty much the best week ever. Not a whole lot of sleep, but awesome nonetheless.

For Bo's family, pretty much the worst week ever. At least he'll have the best seat at the game tomorrow.

And for Tommy ... his best week ever, his worst week ever, his only week ever!