Happy Birthday, Little Jogger!

This is actually the second time I've gotten up early on April 28th because of one of the Little Joggers. Nine years ago today, the medium Little Jogger came into the world in the wee hours. (We were talking last night, and none of us could remember the exact time.)

The medium Little Jogger represents clear evidence that we have lost our minds. Anybody might have one child, not knowing what they were getting into. But having a second marks a couple forever as having more sentiment than sense.

We celebrated last night (knowing the first Little Jogger wasn't going to be here today) and the medium Little Jogger opened his presents in about 60 seconds. They were all exactly what he's always wanted, although he's a little bored with them by now, of course.