What's the Frequency, Kenneth?

Here I sit, shame-faced, humiliated. Like Dan Rather, I find that my integrity has been sullied by misconceptions and lack of thoroughness. I am guilty of spreading disinformation. In case you've been sleeping under a rock for the last decade, disinformation is the information age term for what the old folks call lying. My lie was not deliberate, but one of mistaken presumptions. Nevertheless, I am humbled and must seek the forgiveness of you, my friends and family.

So, here's the truth: we were not in the same birth suite for both Savannah and Cooper. I know many off you may be rending your clothes, covering yourselves in sackcloth and ashes, perhaps even partaking in some aptly timed self-flagellation over the dismay you just experienced at this revelation. I won't ask you to mask your grief and anger, but I will ask you to avoid any expressions of disappointment that might leave a scar.

We checked the video last night from Savvi's birth, and it turns out we were actually in room 307 last time, two doors down from this trip. I promise that, from this moment forward, I will endeavor to communicate only truth from this blog, except of course in the use of hyperbole. And, as you know, I can't type a full paragraph without hyperbole. It's a Southern thing.