Home Alone

Before you get too excited, I am not talking about the movie with child-prodigy Macaulay Culkin and classic crime duo Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern (Harry and Marv, repsectively).  But before I go into my rant about me being home alone with the two N's - Nolan and Nathan - I will elaborate on the movie with a few facts:

Released: 1990 - Really? I was 9-years-old at the time?

Runtime: 103 minutes - Time well spent.

Rating: 7.1/10 - This rating is total bullshit - this is a classic Christmas-time movie for anyone who wants to laugh.

Budget: $15 million - Total earnings exceeded 35x that amount worldwide, I'd say it was worth the price tag.

Fun Fact #1: The "evil furnace" was done by two guys with fishing lines and flashlights

Fun Fact #2: The movie Kevin was watching was actually made specifically for the movie.  It was titled "Angels with Filthy Souls" - keep the change ya filthy animal!

Fun Fact #3: Robert DeNiro turned down the role of Harry.

Lindsay had to head into work for a meeting at 10am.  Nolan woke up right as she was walking out the door, so the little dude got a bottle from me.  Everything else seems to be going swimmingly - he's napping as I type this - don't think I totally neglect my son.  Nathan is also catching a few zzz's on his blanket.  I haven't showered yet today, but this is what Lindsay goes through every day.  She's doing a hell of a job with everything.

Gotta run, Nolan is farting, which means one thing (well, one of two things) - he's pooping and/or he's waking up.  Sorry to be so graphic but if you have kids, you understand.  If you don't, go fart in a shoebox.