First trip to the barber shop quartet

I'd hoped my October post to you, my reader, would include pictures and stories and your basic oohs and ahhs over a new sibling. Alas, Mom's still round and waddling. We're less than a week from the proverbial due date; I promise to keep you all in-the-know.

The past few weeks have seen sunny days, brilliant fall colors, caramel apples, Dad's (and Mary Kate's!), birthday, my Grandma Corrigan and my Grandma and Grandpa Conrad. Grandma Corrigan is a whiz with the scissors. In seven minutes flat, she snipped a few snips in such a way that my hair no longer flops into my eyes. She even cleared the runway over my ears and trimmed the almost-mullet look I'd apparently been portraying in the back. I'm looking dapper if I do say so myself. Thanks for the new do, G-ma.C.!

G and G Conrad joined us for the 2010 Viking/Packer debut; Dad completed his happy dance before bedtime. Such fun times in this Corrigan-Conrad abode, I tell you. We're counting down the days for Baby Corrigan Conrad's arrival. As it stands, I may have to hold down the fort myself on Halloween night, and I haven't yet decided on a costume. Options include (but are not limited to): a ghost, a clown, a pumpkin, a black cat, or the E-trade baby.

What's your vote?

Later,

Ken