The Tommy Show! Starring: Tommy!
Here we are going to the hospital at about 2:30am. She had the breakage at 12:30am and there was some discussion as to whether we could sleep on it and then go, or head in. The phone call quickly cleared that up: We had to go in. Once that happens, they want the show on the road. We were calm enough to drag our feet over and hour and take this photo on the way out the door. I wore my Nixon Library shirt for luck. Mrs. Pinetar is feeling good and not having any contractions and is quite calm.
This is right after Tommy is cleaned up and Mrs. Pinetar as well. She’s probably had him on her for all of a minute and a half at this point. He was born at 3pm and right here it’s about 3:10pm. We are both really not believing what a neat little guy we’re holding here. What a privilege!
For the record, we checked in at 3:00am and at 7am, they had induced her somewhat with a drug so traditional labor was marked at 7am. Pushing began at 1:25pm and the winning run was plated at 3:00pm on the button.
And here’s the man that causes all the trouble, Tommy. This was taken a day later when he’s about 22 hours old (kind of like El Duque).
Also at 22 hours and below, Mom and Tom, at 22 hours.
Below is one of the few, specific hopes that I had for my little guy, besides just overall health. In the photo here, you can see that Mrs. Pinetar has really long hands and fingers. I have little, stuby, Fred Flintstone fingers. If I had a boy, I was hoping that he would get “the hands”, so that if he ever pitched a baseball, he’d have a chance to throw a nice overhand slider or split fingered fastball, pitches that I can only dream of with my little fingers.
Anyway, check this out:
Nice and long! So I’d say, he has “the hands”.
But there will be no undue pressure on him to do anything. If he wants to be a Curling star, then we’ll be up early and out at the rink. I’m just happy to have him around. We’re both thrilled and feel very blessed and lucky to have had such a smooth ride and people have been very nice to us all the way through. We thank God. Take that, ACLU! –fog
Just for the record, here’s the old man, tearing up the sheet at the Jaques Cartier Curling Club in Quebec City, Quebec. Oui.













