Blogging  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady

Has it gone the way of Parker Lewis? Has it lost? Is it out of vogue, but fondly remembered?

Ah, Parker Lewis...

New Blog  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady

So that Liam doesn't become the sole focus of this blog, Liam updates will by and large be made here:

Mike & Chelsie Brady Family

Chelsie's Birthday Celebration  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady

This is something I put together for Chelsie's birthday. Chelsie was actually born on 27 Sep, but with her mom in town for Liam's birth, we had a birthday dinner tonight before Corey has to leave.



Click here to see the presentation.

Liam Joseph  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady

Liam Joseph Brady
Born: 05 Sep 2009 14:40
Weight: 6 lb 4 oz
Length: 19 in

Still bigger than Daniel White.

Click here to see an image of the placenta.






















Basketball John  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady

Kenny Smith said it best:
"He had the perfect balance of taking shots and passing the basketball. I never thought of him as a 'pass-first' point guard. I thought of him as a guy who was taking the best opportunity every time."

*dazzle*  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady

For My Wife  

Posted by Michael 聖 Brady


This is a repost, but it bears repeating, just as "I love you" and "you have made me a happy man" bear repeating. I am no poet, so I am grateful that moving sonnets like this exist. Sappy? You bet.

Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda
(100 Love Sonnets, 1960)

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.