The weekend in Pittsburgh was good. I think Gideon has now met every immediate relative on my side. I'm not sure if he caught a cold or if it's allergies to the pollen, but he has a runny nose. So in addition to pee, poop and puke, I can add snots onto my repertoire. That makes me classically trained, right?

Saturday night I gave advice to a friend about how he shouldn't leave evidence of his fucked up parenting for his children to discover later down the road. Half a day later I was snapping pics of Chris and my uncle posing Gideon with a cigarette and Heineken. I should probably start following my own advice. Please don't call child protective services. It was an unlit cigarette.

Here's a more appropriate picture.