Traby Boom

By Charlie Trotter on December 11, 2008

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Around a year ago, due to the writer’s strike, there was nothing on TV.

Now, between nine and eleven months later, our favorite shows are out of reruns and, Matt, Derrick, myself and our respective wives are all in the parenting business. Which is a business of blood and tears and feces, and, when lightning strikes, hugs and kisses and sleep. It’s rarely glamorous, as we are learning more every day, but it has it’s fulfilling, sweet moments. Like when we all miraculously get an actual night’s rest and get to spend a Saturday morning with our family all piled in bed, cooing and being in love with each other.

We have the blessing of getting to work from home where we can enjoy several little belly-raspberry breaks through the day. Little Gracie Dean and Wesley Spell and Julie Trotter are getting to sit in their daddy’s lap every day watching him do what he’s best at: Development, Development and Booger Jokes, respectively.

So we are pleased to properly announce the arrival of our precious, fat-cheeked, screaming little bundles of tax deductions from youngest to oldest.

Traby Boom

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