He's Not Buyin It

Evan will have none of your shenanigans.

Baby in a bar

Evan's looking thirsty. Someone get that little fella a drink.

ILL

Spent the weekend in Chicago, visiting the Midwestern Martins and their child prodigy (aka Evan), who is probably posting daily on Facebook.

It was a great all-inclusive trip...met up with DC friends and saw the Reds play the Cubs at Wrigley (and lose in dramatic fashion...nice work, Cordero, you fat bastard), celebrated annieB's birthday (29), visited family and ate like a champ.

The only downers were some crap weather the one day we had outdoor plans and these really weird, super-mega-short ties the wait staff wore at Carnivale, a Brazilian-Spanish fusion place (ednote: I'm repeating the waiter verbatim) that had some kickass plantains and meatstuffs. I ignored their poor choices in neckwear and plowed through a bigass steak.

While we were there, Evan had his first documented crawl and updated his status on Facebook (ILL, which works on so many levels). His weekend was easily 2x as productive as mine, but mine had more steak. I win.

Brand New Martin

No, he's not mine. Seriously.

Big congrats as a +1 has been added to the Chicago Martin's family unit. Little Evan stormed into the world on Aug. 23, weighing in at a healthy 7+ lbs. He's got all his fingers and toes, and like any good kid already has taken a few years off of Mom and Dad's lives.

Both Mom and Baby are resting and doing well, and the rest of the Martins/Moseleys can't wait to meet the little fella.

As a Martin, I'm sure that my younger/bigger brother has already told Evan that being born in Chicago does NOT excuse him from the lifelong misery of following the Reds and Bengals.

For updates on first-time parent adventures, as well as Evan's pooping, sleeping and pooping+sleeping, check out The Blog. Then come on back here for your dick jokes and fart humor.

On a side note, I got a new phone (not an iPhone) and tried to blog from it. Complete. Fail. I'll blame it on solar flares.