Quick Ryan Story...

As you all know, my wife is 9 months pregnant. Her actual due date is Tomorrow. So, bearing that in mind, picture the scenario: Our street is closed and we have to park around the block. It's 98 degrees and the middle of the day. My son doesn't sleep. It's time to go to playgroup.

After finally coaxing Ryan the block and a half to the car, he refuses to get into his car seat. Lots and lots of negotiation fail. Alesha gets to the point where she tells Ryan that she is not happy with this behavior, and she is going to count to 3. Ryan knows what this means. Get to 3, TIMEOUT! Ryan HATES timeouts.

Sensing Mommy's frustration, our 2 year old son tilts his head ever so slightly, bats his doe eyes and says,

"But Mama, I'm a genius!"

And somehow I got blamed.

What makes an adult...

I am forcing myself into adulthood today. I'm kicking and screaming, but I'm going.

I always thought having a real job would make me feel grown up, but I ended up selling booze for a living, and that keeps me connected to the college student in me. Getting married? No chance. My wife is 5 years younger and refuses to let me be old.

Certainly then, the reason for this site, my children, would finally propel me into adulthood! Those of you with two year olds, or remember having them, know that that is not true. Playing with my son makes me feel like a kid again, makes all my old man aches and pains go away.

I know, if none of these life fulfilling events have forced me to become what I know I have to be, an adult, what could possibly do so?

Today I am selling my old convertible.

I don't really want to. It runs great. Only has 138,000 miles on it. Still as fun as the day I bought it. But it isn't practical. Not appropriate for a "Sales Manager". Can't drive important wine geeks around in it. Can't put car seats in it. I'm starting to look like that "middle aged" guy we all made fun of when we were in our 20s.

I've been fooling myself lately. Thinking I was saving it for my sons, it would be their first car(Ryan can drive in only 14 more years!). Saying I would use it on weekends. The weather here in SoCal is always convertible weather. The truth is that it hasn't moved in months. If I am going to go somewhere on the weekend, I want to take my son. In 14 years it will probably be a pile of dust. The weather here in the summer is actually AC weather.

The truth is it is time for it to go.

(But not me - I'm think I'll go play XBox with my son)

Not quite 2 yet....

OK, I know this site is named two sons, but the truth is I only have 1 running around right now. He is two(as of yesterday), and already outsmarting me at every turn. The second one is due to arrive any day(minute?!?) now. I plan to use this site to share personnel stories and highlights of raising two boys. I know this will be boring for most people, but this post is mostly for the grandparents. Being who I am, I am sure there will also be a lot of Boston Sports cheering/complaining as well. My two year old already calls any athletic event "Red Sox" and can do the "Let's go Red Sox" chant.

So, let's get to it. The reason for today's post. I NEED HELP! The baby is due any day now, and we still can not think of a name! We didn't name our first son(Ryan Michael) until my wife was deep into labor. We are just not good at this. It's not that we can't agree on a name, we can't even pick a name to argue over. I think I used up all my naming talent on the dog(Fenway)

We did decide that we do not want anything starting with D. My wife doesn't like The D___ Doherty flow. We would also like to go with an Irish name. Any good ones out there?