This blog wishes to welcome into the world Max Fitzgerald Froomkin. The formal anouncement can be found on Dan Froomkin's White House Briefing blog. Dan provides this information on his blog: Max was born the day after Christmas, on Dec. 26. The only other information Dan provides is that at birth, Max weighed in at nine pounds, seven ounces. (Why is the baby's weight so important? Imput from any of my five readers welcome... My guess is that, well, there is not a log of other information known about any new-born, being just newly born and all, and having not really done much of anything quite yet. Other than the weight, except for the name, time of birth, that the mother is doing well, what other information is there to provide? Or maybe it is just a custom. Someone out there educate me.)
Some other known information: Max Fitzgerald Froomkin is no relation to Patrick Fitzgerald. But Max's mother, Paige, is also a well regarded federal prosecutor, who works on civil rights cases. So Happy Christmas and Chanukah and New Year's, Max... and Dan.. and Paige... if Dan and Paige have any time to still be reading blogs! And we would also like to send happy holliday wishes to Pat Fitzgerald; and to show we are bipartisan, also best holiday wishes to Karl Rove and Dick Cheney.
It is interesting to observe which blogs Dan refers us to while he is taking a blogging hiatus: one of them is also one of this blog's favorites, Firedoglake, the proprietors of which are Jane Hamsher and friends. Happy holidays, Jane! To show we are bipartisan, we are also sending out holiday wishes to... Powerline! On second thought, that's not going to happen. But another of this blog's favorite blogs is Just One Minute, which I think is conservative, and so we send out holdiay well wishes to them.
A couple of things to say about Max Fitzgerald Froomkin:
To all of Max's relatives, future playmates and classmates, girlfriends and someday work colleagues, the fact that Max was born the day after Christmas does not mean you get him one gift for both his birthday and Christmas, or both his birthday and Chanukah.
Those who perpertrate such acts are ordinarily people born in, say, June or August. One can imagine their outrage when their birthday comes around, in say June or August or whenver, and we blow them off by saying, "Hey, dude, we took care of you around Christmas."
My own interest here is that my own birthday is around Christmas. Dec. 20, to be precise. (And for those of you who forgot, it is not too late to wish me well, or give me a gift... and, please, don't tell me the gift is for both Chanukah and my birthday.)
All of us born around Christmas and Chanukah carry around with us the lifelong emotional pain of being shortchanged on gifts and presents and the such. I myself have even considered going to a support group, but the one around where I live meets on the same night for my lactose intolerant support group.
(I personally am not lactose intolerant, but simply enjoy the camraderie and community of those who are.
And please, no jokes about the lactose intolerant. It is bad enough to be lactose intolerant, without having to face the intolerance of others as well!)
For those of you who do not take seriously this issue of those of us with birthdays around Christmas who get short-changed in the gift department, I refer you to an MIT study which has determined that over the course of a lifetime, someone born around the same time of Christmas receives, on average, about $13,624 less in gifts over the course of a lifetime.
Finally, John Harris, send Paige and Dan a card!
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