OK, we're going to eeeease back into this blogging thing. Initially, by posting some greatest hits from the past year, most of which went out only to a select audience via email. (read: we were too embarrassed to post in public.) I'm hoping the effect is more "I'm glad Comedy Central re-plays The Daily Show for busy people who can't catch it every night" and less "Is this a new Price Is Right? I thought Bob Barker was dead?" 

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From September 9, 2008, here's "We Bad":

Yo.

Think we're going to let a little thing like having a baby slow us down? No frakin' way! It hasn't phased us hardly at all. 

Take today, for example. We got out of the house and went to the gym just 51 weeks after Noah's birth to start our grueling post-natal workout regimen: over 18 minutes

 without stopping on a lo-impact exercise machine, set at Level '5' Resistance (with explosive 'gutbuster' interval

 spikes up to '6') while watching football on a non-Tivo equipped television. Watching the NFL without pausing, rewinding or commercial-skipping takes Cheney-like mental toughness,

 but that's the kind of true grit we're made of.

Then we flagrantly gave Noah a diaper change right in the back of the minivan. But wait, 

you exclaim--doesn't the gym have politically correct family changing rooms with ferns and Purell dispensers and those wall-mounted plastic diaper-changing stations with five-

point child restraints? Yes, we growl, of course it does, for lesser families who let The Man rule their lives. Us, we're rebels, Masters of our own Destiny!

 You got a problem with us whipping our kid's wet diaper off in the parking lot? I didn't think so.

Next we were off to REI -- a

 store so tough it has ice axes for door handles--to buy Noah the latest in high-tech fitness gear which will equip him to partake in our active, 

on-the-go, unhampered-by-baby lifestyle. (We're raising him to be an un-baby-hampered baby too: there was a choice between a bike helmet with little chickies on it, and one with

 red flames. After checking that they were the same price, we unabashedly went with the flames.)

What's that you say? Why, you ask, if you're so tough, are you driving around in a minivan?

Well let me tell you, it's one bitchin' minivan. As you can see from this unretouched photo taken in the REI parking lot:

Yes, that's a used diaper wedged in the back gate of our van, which had been dangling there all the way from the gym.

Don't mess with us. We're badass.