My second little dude arrived last night weighing in 2 lbs heavier and 2 inches longer than my first! You can check out pics at our family blog.

As I anticipate the arrival of our little boy I was reminded today of how often his diaper will need to be changed. Thankfully we use the best diapers on the planet!

Mmm, corn chowder is the best.

We’re now in that window where the little one could be born any day. It’s a crazy thought that literally in a matter of hours/days we’ll be adding a member to our family.

Just as crazy is the fact that this one will be born at home. Yeah, I know, I used to think that only weird hippies had kids at home, but after we had Jude I got to thinking that everything we did at the hospital we could do at home. This way we can sleep in our own bed, watch the NCAA tourney eat our own food, etc. Jess is a champion and goes without pain meds or other interventions so doing the home birth thing should be awesome.

On a similar but separate note congratulations to my homey Nate and his wife Tash on the birth of their baby girl last week! I guess when your friends start having babies that’s another sign of adulthood.

Jess and I went in for our first ultrasound of this pregnancy and found out that the growing Baby Foosh is in fact a boy! Jude will have a little bro to take under his wing and I’ll have a basketball team to play 3 on 3 with…in a few years or so. The Fouche brothers are guaranteed to be a force.

So there’s this neat little trick that a lot of passive agressive type people use and it involves babies. Here’s how it works.

First you find a baby, any baby. Then you talk in a cute little voice, as if you’re talking to the baby. But actually what you are saying isn’t directed to the baby at all but to the adult or adults standing nearby. It goes something like this.

A parent is holding their child. You notice the baby starting to fuss.

Then you look directly at the baby and say, (in a cute little voice) “Oh, does baby want to be cuddled? Or, does baby want to be fed?”
In actuality the baby has no clue what you are saying and you are really saying these things to the parent, insinuating that they aren’t doing something right because their baby is fussing.

Why this is so smart is because you can totally tell a parent they’re an idiot and they can’t say a thing back, because you were talking in a cute voice to their kid. Genius!

Genius, and…if one more person does it, I’m going to throw a poopy diaper at them.

Most people - when they really think about it- will acknowledge that their fears are irrational. Maybe you have a fear of flying but you also know that far more people die in car accidents than plane crashes each year.

Imagine if you will, that there is a giant machine that lives in your closet. This machine comes out on occasion with it’s bright light and loud mechanical noises, swirling particles into its transparent belly. You have no idea what the purpose of this machine is or what it hopes to accomplish. Maybe your demise? Maybe your loved ones?

Would you call this fear irrational?

At the age of 6 months Jude is totally freaked out by the vacuum. This evening as Jess was vacuuming Jude clung to me like he was in a hurricane and began to wimper at the sight and sound of the vacuum. After it was all over and the whirring and bright light faded he calmed down enough to yell at it a bit - just to prove his supremacy.

This past weekend was the big NFL draft and all of the sports analysts are giving my 49ers one of the highest grades for the players they got. Could the 9ers be returning to the glory that I knew in my childhood? I can only hope.

As Jess and I talk about how we’re going to raise Jude, a lot of our parenting is going to be training him to find his own vision for life. With that said he has no choice in which football team to root for. He will be a 49er fan.