6 Months

I know I haven't posted in a while and I skipped right over Father's Day.   Downton Abbey is just that good. 

• Charlie had his 6-month check up and is doing great.  He's in the 50th percentile for length and weight, but of course, his head size is still above average.  
• Charlie is a big hit at the playground.  And he loves the sprinklers. He also sweats a lot. Charlie hates the heat and especially hates the hot subway.  Just like Mommy!
• The most unexpected part of being a father is the auditory hallucinations.  I hear this kid crying even when he's not making a sound.
• Nilda and I went out for dinner and a movie without Charlie and it was amazing.  Although we were in bed by 10:30, which proves we're still lame.
• Prometheus started out great but got really weird.  Here's a long article on the background of the Alien franchise.  Yes, I realize that only Andrew will read it.  Here's another article describing the business of the Mexican drug cartels, comparing them to Netflix and Facebook.  
• I love season finale season.  Girls was a surprisingly good show that got better as the season went on.
• The Pizza Tour went to Keste and I had a life-changing pizza moment, second only to the first time I had the square at Difara's.  The pistachio-pesto sausage pie is actually better than it sounds.   
• The interns at work are getting stupider by the day.  They are all amazed that I know the keyboard shortcuts for Wordperfect, like it's some magical secret they're not allowed to know.  This is what happens when you have a generation of kids that never played video games using the z an x keys to move.  It's like they never played Track and Field.   
• One kid's jaw dropped when I told him that when I played Where In the World Is Carmen Sandiego, I had to flip the 5" floppy disk to load the whole game on my Apple II.
• Phish is on tour, which means I'm on twitter again.  But I don't actually write anything because there's too much pressure to put something clever after the hashtag.  #uuuuhhhhh

Charlie turned 6 months old last Friday and I took a shit load of pictures.  Nilda posted a mere seven of them on facebook, but I'll only put three here.  

 Charlie's 6-month shirts no longer fit over his gigantic head.

Charlie and I wore matching shirts on father's day and it was embarrassing for everyone.  

But not as much as this.  I'm sorry, 15-year-old Charlie.