Russ Church’s Slippery Baby Boy

Las Cruces, New Mexico Have you ever had a day where you just couldn’t hold onto anything? I’ve often heard it referred to as the “dropsy’s”. And I’ve been plagued many times with this rather frustrating phenomenon. It’s almost as though I’ve coated my hands with some release coat crap for machinery or baby oil mixed with sudden paralysis of my working digits. If you’re anything like me, this occurrence is often followed with broken shit, a splattered mess, a sudden onset of a string of obscenities, and a pulled butt-muscle or two as the strain of keeping the objects air-born (and hopefully back into control) becomes so uncontrollable and your body bends and freezes in unnatural poses. But I can tell you, even though I’ve broken a shit-load of nice china due to the dropsy’s, not once…ever…have I ever had that happen while handling a child. Poor Russ Church cannot say the same. [Read more...]