Babies, Studios, and Baby PJ

Most of you, courtesy of facebook or human contact or something in between, probably caught this earlier, but my wife Sienna is preggers again, and the little one is due in November (the month when all amazing things arrive, except for Peja, who gets to be amazing anyway, because she could read a teleprompter long before she could read anything)

So, if all goes well, we'll have a good little 2 on 2 game going in about 7 years.

Sienna's folks are moving, and they ditched a really cool desk that her dad made; it's arrival has spurred the set-up of the studio. The 24 track and it's friends are back humming again*. Spent some time today re-recording vocals for a song called "revenge" which has some fuzz bass and some tumbling organ parts*.

Peja and I woke up around 8:30 this morning, possibly 8:36, which is pretty late for getting to school on time -- well, let me qualify that -- pretty late to get to school on time, having eaten a good breakfast, brushed teeth, combed hair, pony-tail, packed lunch, and generally prepared for a full day of forgetting stuff I taught her last year. It's actually a great time to wake up if you skip most of that stuff. We, however, believe in a good breakfast, clean teeth, non-dreaded hair (unless so desired), pony-tails (headbands when so desired), a packed lunch, and shoes on the correct feet. We walked in to Central around 9:07, which I think is decent, all things considered.

Tomorrow's plan -- recording with Peja in the newly reformed studio!

Spent the long weekend with my extended family. Celebrated Queen Victoria's birthday by blowing stuff up. Ages of participants ranged from 2 months to 92 years. Held my super cool Nephew for the first time. Good man, that PJ Bonney. Gonna be one hell of a power-forward one day.

There are noises upstairs. It's 12:25. My preference is that it's Peja having a night terror, and not poor Sienna dragging herself to throw-up for the 4,938th time this pregnancy. (Peja's pregnancy broke 10,000 and involved 2 dehydration trips to the ER). My girl makes awesome babies, and awesome babies demand all-day morning sickness for months and months and months.

Hope all is well with you,

Jay.

*I started putting asterisks on everything that sounded dirty, but there were only 2 things, and they were both in the same paragraph, which was about music stuff, where things tend to sound dirty. Like the time I had to ram a cheese-cloth up the slide on my trombone*.