It's never a good thing to break one's wedding vows. Unless, it happens to be the earnest joke you slipped in between the vows that count.

The blog's name draws itself from one of my wedding vows to Kate. We stand a combined 10 feet, 4 inches. So, it's safe to assume that our expectations for under-sized children were gargantuan. Therefore, I promised that "our children would be small...but plucky." Kate, in turn, promised, "not to grow an inch."

She has held up her part of the bargain, but so far, through the incredible combination of our genetics, I have broken my vow. While certainly plucky, the baby is by no means small.