If you were one of the people who had contacted me about meeting up at the NSCC only to get a fairly nonspecific excuse that I was busy, I can finally elaborate on that excuse. On Monday night my wife went into labor and on Tuesday morning she gave birth to our first child, a girl, Harper Renee Boehm.
If that isn't a two-day-old that's deep in thought, contemplating her next move, I don't know what is. My little Badger.
And before you ask, no, her name has nothing to do with Bryce Harper. We had the name picked out almost three years ago after watching a movie where one of the characters had that name. I only made The Chosen One connection about two weeks ago. In any case, it's also a little more Harper Lee, as well as a family last name on my dad's side. And damn that David Beckham, stealing it from obscurity a few weeks before us.
So, if you made a trade request and I haven't gotten back to you, or if you're waiting for the group break results, please be patient with me. We got home from the hospital today, and even with a little girl who is perfect in every way, it's going to be slow going around the Thorzul compound for a while.
It's a bit of a shame I wasn't able to make it to Chicago this week, what with the convention practically in my backyard and all, but that's something that will have to wait for the future. We've had a due date of August 8th since we found out right after Thanksgiving, and there was no way I was going to be gone for the biggest event in my life. In the meantime, have fun if you're there.
Oh, and one thing I was able to do before we left for the hospital on Monday was to pick up a few packs to save until the baby (we elected not to find out if it was a boy or girl until the moment of birth) gets old enough to appreciate and open them. It's something I think I'll add to each year until the collecting bug bites her, but I want to go especially big on 2011 cards. Her stockpile has one pack each of Topps Series 1, Heritage, and Allen & Ginter. Boy, it's something I wish my parents had done. I think I would have died and gone to heaven to have been able to open a pack of 1978 Topps when I was 11 or 12 years old.