Baby Gilbert

Out of the clear blue sky Megan named Erin's pumpkin Baby Gilbert. Becoming a Granpa has been like climbing a mountain. Baby Gilbert is in his part of the house, while the rest of the house is in turmoil. We are about six months into the pregnancy and just completed the second emergency run to the hospital. When Baby Gilbert comes of age I am sure he or she ( Fran is insisting on surprise, Snoocher desperately wants to know) will be told of the travails of their incubation.

Now we are up in the mountains waiting to blast off for AZ. Presumably the Snoocher Bear is at least temporarily cured. The Commander will insist on being on hot standby in case Erin burps, so we will always have to camp with a phone signal. Hazen just got hit by another winter blast. The prospect of springs floods increases every day. In North Dakota the worst scenario is melting snow on top of frozen ground. Add some rain and you have a disaster. Our house may sit about two feet above the flood plain, so being away is a bit dicy.