How Time Flies

Hey, whoa. The second anniversary of defective yeti skulked right on by me. I started this whatever on January 10 of 2002, and have somehow managed to keep at for 24 straight months, which is pretty much longer than I have engaged in any activity not regulated by my brain stem.

I attribute my dedication to two things: (a) idiot drug junkies on my bus who keep saying hilariously stupid things that I feel compelled to put down in hypertext, and (b) you guys, who, for reasons I find largely unfathomable, keep reading this ridiculous thing and leaving awesome comments.

Last year, upon hitting the one-year mark, I hemmed and hawed about continuing; this year I know for a fact that I’ll be posting for another 52 weeks at least. (Although I expect output to drop for a while after The Squirrelly arrives. My output, I mean: I’m sure The Squirrelly’s output will be voluminous.) I’ve gone from the stage where I was crazy-excited about the yeti to the stage where I kind of viewed it to a chore to the point where I can’t imagine not writing here every few days. So I guess quitting is no longer an option, really.

That said, I’m taking this week off, both to celebrate the anniversary and because I’m having my first honest-to-goodness freak-out about the prospect of a small human being joining the Baldwin Clan. I will therefore be devoting the rest of the week to obsessively researching the Consumer Reports rankings of onesies and having the radiator fluid in my car changed for no obvious reason.

I’ll be back on the 26th, and should have a piece in The Morning News later this week.

Thanks everybody!
Matthew Baldwin

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35 comments.

  1. This comment is awesome.

  2. Personally having 2 “squirellys” I can identify with how much the birth of the first one can freak you out. Having the benefit of over 10 years since that glorious event( both the birth and the conception :) )I also know how much more impressive it is that you have maintained this BASTION of humor and odd observations for 104 consecutive weeks, 728 days, 17472 hours, 1048320 minutes, etc

  3. Greatly enjoy your humor and writing. Look forward to reading more whenever you get the urge. With the squirrly coming you will have a whole new world to write about!

  4. Congratulations on the 2-year mark. And like FF Coppola observed, “You can’t quit from yourself.” As for trepidation about the Squirrelly, consider this: you get to fall in love, profoundly and forever, and in ways you could have never imagined. (This will also keep you from mass-murdering him when the going gets sketchy.)

  5. Congratulations, you really deserve it. After looking through a countless number of personal blogs, I must say that your one is the only one that I’ve stuck to reading on a regular basis. Keep up the good work.

  6. Feliz!

  7. “Maybe the dingo ate your baby?”

    If you’re anything like the people I know who have reproduced, you might as well change the name of this thing to, “Random Minutiae About My Offspring.”

  8. Thank God you are finally out of those terrible twos.

  9. Blog: Congratulations on the blog, countless souls have fallen in less time.

    Games followup: I couldn’t find most of the kid-adult games you recommended in local game shops (here=Perth, Australia) but bought Carcasonne. We’ve become Carcassonne nuts. Still evolving strategies. Thanks! Maybe I’ll find the others later, right now, we’re busy.

    Babies: I’ve had four. For me, it was actually more-or-less like I expected, except for one little thing. Falling in love with each child did really surprise. For mothers, it seems just mad love at first sight. For fathers, well, me anyway, it is a succession of deepenings over months and years, like discoveries that you reside in a much richer version of space-time than you thought. The initial reaction may be ok, but just wait and watch.

  10. hey, you did some redesignage! I was wondering how long it would take for you to turn that header into a gif.

  11. Happy anniversary, and happy nesting!

  12. “Radiator Fluid”? Dude, it’s called antifreeze.
    If you keep this up, we (the other guys of the world) aren’t going to let you stand in the alley behind the house and drink beer with us.

  13. Congratulations on two years!

  14. “I’m having my first honest-to-goodness freak-out about the prospect of a small human being joining the Baldwin Clan.”

    For a brief but terrifying moment, I thought you meant that Alec, Billy, Stephen and Daniel had a new one on the way. Fortunately I realized what you meant before flinging myself from the nearest window.

    Happy anniversary, and may there be many more to come!

  15. congratulations. If stage 1 breathing is no longer working for you, move to stage 2.

    And be sure to pre-wash those onesies in the absolutely critical, you’re-an-abusive-parent- if-you-don’t-use-it baby detergent we only found out about yesterday, called Deft. Daft? Dreft. (aka Tide for Babies)

  16. Congratulations! Two years and still our favorite.

  17. If this blog is any indication of your personality, then i think you’re going to be a great dad.

    you have to teach the squirelly how to play Quarto – it’s my favorite game.

  18. Happy (slightly belated) 2nd blogday and good luck with the prep for the squirrely.

    Mr. Big Business — I’m not a guy, but I knew it was called antifreeze. Can I come have beers in the alley with you?

  19. i spent an agonizing 12 minutes at a party on saturday trapped by an old friend and her husband who spewed baby updates at me. i love kids, truly, but puhleeeeeeze hold onto your individuality that you so wonderfully show us every day. they actually made a list of the words their son can say A L I S T and they proceeded to alternately recite all of them. i *accidently* spilled my wine and went in search of another beverage.

  20. Not for a day have I regretted having a link to dy on my start page. As other blogs have fallen off, never to return, you have kept… whatever. Keep up the good work.

  21. When you have a Squirrelly, you get to post things like this…

    Actual conversation between my three-year-old son and the lady cutting his hair.
    Lady – What is your Daddy’s name?
    Son – David.
    Lady – What does he do?
    Son – He stinks.

    Enjoy your time off, you will need it. I can’t wait to read your posts after the baby comes and you are “stupid tired”.

  22. Congratz, Matz. Don’t let the LOTR purist bastards get you down.

  23. congradulations on the 2 years, i started to go to this website last year and it has been good to me

  24. i am continually amazed that whenever i look to see what cd you are displaying proudly, is one of my current favorite cds. everytime. and that surpises me, because usually i’m somewhat…out of the loop…being in IOWA and all.

  25. Don’t let all of this praise go to your head, but damn if it aint all true! I really don’t have THAT many daily must-reads, but damn you are there, sonny boy! Congratulations!

    I look forward to squirrelly updates, and have no fear that this blog will evolve into some lame see-how-cute-fest, beause Matt is not only a good writer he’s a superior EDITOR who knows which cliches to play with and which to ignore.

    I’m confident we’ll get the really GOOD Cute Kid Stories and be spared the lame ones!

  26. I don’t know if this has already come to your attention – or if, perhaps, at some point you brought it to our attention in the past, and I was looking the other way. But whatever the case, when it comes to squirrely-blogs, this is your competition:

    http://www.ironycentral.com/babymain.html

    “Now over two months old and well over ten pounds, she has attained a major milestone in the eyes of her daddy. She has reached the size of a small but usable turkey. While I do not intend to stuff and roast her, I do take some satisfaction in getting her to the point where she would be useful for that purpose.”

    (That’s from the “Now Baby Must Be Stuck With Needles” entry.)

    Speaking as a childless man-child who believes with some degree of sincerity in the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement (http://www.vhemt.org), I found that blog really funny and touching and, well, one of the first things I’ve ever seen that actually makes me want to spawn. A little.

  27. I overheard an already-father talking to an expectant father, saying that when he was in that wait state he suddenly got the urge to build shelves in the garage. So for a number evenings/weekends in a row, he was out in the garage hammering away. He had never done anything like that before, and he has never done such since.

    The insanity will pass. Support breast feeding all that you can. The poop smells a lot less, and there is less of it (better digested).

  28. regarding 2 years: good going.
    regarding baby: you are so screwed.

  29. Congratulations on 2 years…

    DY is the first blog I ever read. Where did I discover it? Someone linked to it on ‘the wedding channel’ and I was getting married and looking for some kind of advice on some dumb wedding thing like cake frosting. Then I was hooked.

    So my blog is a baby blog you spawned. I am sure you are glad it requires no diaper changes. (My friend says: “I have two children that I know of”…and this is not a joke because one did come out of the woodwork recently…) So I’m sure mine is only one of more–not because you have been a bad Yeti but because your blog is too good and got me and others hooked.

    I cannot WAIT to hear all about squirrely! I cannot conceive of anything better than squirrely’s arrival for you and the Queen. Congrats on both the blog and the baby. Fatherhood is going to be so amazing and fabulous…you will be too busy and too happy to worry about your radiator ever again.

  30. I can’t imagine how you find the time to keep the Yeti fed with your reflections, write other stuff, read the other blogs you list, play games, hold down a job and pay attention to The Queen, The Squirrelly etc. But, hey, maybe days have more than 24 hours in Seattle, what do I know, I’m about 8 time zones away. Keep up the good work.
    Philip

  31. Congrats!

    The title of your post, though, always reads to me as “How time files” which is terribly wage-slave of me, but true nonetheless.

  32. What would you say if I were to run around saying, “Squirrelly squirrelly squirrelly! COME HERE SQUIRRELLY!” (Random thought- one L or two?)

    Because I don’t.

    Really.

  33. congrads!

  34. The Matt love-fest continues. I check your blog every day, and just as the page is coming up, I find my self muttering, “Man, I hope there’s something new today.” If you’re not careful, you could make a living doing this.

  35. two years of enriched and fortified defective yeti