Babyness

Bacon Press don't do babies.

Don't get me wrong. Bacon Press loves the babies. Bacon Press especially loves other people's babies.

If you handed Bacon Press a baby, he probably would get all sweaty and cold and clammy and nervous and terrified he might drop it, but then after a while his heart may slow down, that love thing may just turn on, and pretty soon Bacon Press is just a gelatinous mess of baby love.

In fact, Bacon Press's eyes may just swell up with holding baby tears.

With that said, congratulations to Molly over at Spice Tart for the birth of her daughter, Ivy.

I've known two Ivys.

The last Ivy I knew played in an outlaw punk band called Los Canadians and was one of the coolest kids I knew from the whole Chicken Head crew in Fort Lauderdale slash Miami, Florida.

Anyway, like that matters.

Normally I don't congratulate anyone over having a baby, but Molly was very supportive of Bacon Press's early years and often gave us the impetus to keep on writing, and so she holds a special place at our dinner table.

To tell you the truth, I was a little disappointed that, all of a sudden, Spice Tart (the blog) fizzled out - like so many blogs do. But then, getting married, becoming a lawyer, AND having a baby can do that to you.

So, I'm not hatin'.

Good luck, Molly, Ivy, and Chris!

k.