write a Publisher’s note about my brand spankin’ new baby boy Quinn Francis, who was born on Labor Day. I’m not going to tell you that he weighed in at 7lbs. 10.5oz., and that he had (and still has) a head of hair you can braid. I won’t even tell you that Gloria was only in labor for an hour and a half, and that it was so easy that she actually stopped for a cappuccino. You’ll just have to live with mystery of not knowing every little detail about the newest Giambalvo. We, on the other hand, have to live with the unbelievably stinky diapers, 90 minute interval feedings, and our lives slowing to a snail’s pace. But he’s sooooo cute!

And, no I’m not carrying around a handful of squishy, ball-o-flesh, “they all look the same to me” baby pictures... they’re on the net. E-mail me if you want to see them.

The funniest thing about our new addition is the response we get from others. From those who don’t have any children, it’s “Oh my, that must be terribly difficult.” From those who do have children, it’s “That’s nothin’, I remember when my boy projectile vomited over 20 feet! You just wait.”

Hmmmmmmmmm. Such encouraging words.

I did, against my own better judgement, take pictures of the birth. Me, Mr. queasy at the first sight of blood. I’m sure when I finally look at these picture I will immediately pass out. But I did take them for a reason. My thinking here was when Quinn has his first real girlfriend, the “maybe they’ll experiment” one, I’m gonna whip this photo album out, and boy if she doesn’t think twice or even three times before she decides to fool around, it’ll all have been worth it.

So, I haven’t decided what’s more pathetic, the number of times I’ve apologized to my wife in the last three weeks every time she nurses and I can’t do a blessed thing, or the number of times I’ve awakened in the middle of the night to see her nursing, asked if there was anything I could do, been told no, felt guilty as hell, apologized again, and gone back to sleep.

And about this 7 to 10 diapers a day thing. Believe it. Darndest thing. All you have to do is change the little critter, and it’s like a green light to let everything go. And you’d swear he’s enjoying it immensely when he’s shooting an unrestricted stream across the dresser. His aim is impeccable.

But again, I just don’t think it’s right to waste an entire Publisher’s note on such a trivial topic as my brand new wonderful, sometimes sticky, son. It would be more prudent to tell you that the Entrepreneurial Development Center is celebrating their one-year anniversary, and if you own a small business, or are planning to start one, you should really give them a visit. But then again... I’ve been labeled occasionally spontaneous, so you never know...

I hope you enjoy reading this issue as much as we did publishing it. Thanks.

      Scot Giambalvo, Publisher