Editor’s note: As a public service to the regular readers of Kevin Rousseau’s column, once a year during the Patriots bye week, his wife gets to say her peace. So please, lend her your ear once again.

Well, it’s that time of year again. My bye week column is like one of those Christmas newsletters you get from friends and family members, the ones that make you scratch your head and wonder for a minute just who it’s from.

This year has been eventful on many levels, particularly with the birth of our little Patriot, Jacob, and with another little Lady Patriot on the way “right smack dab around Wild Card Weekend.” I draw the line at the $35 Patriot jersey onesie- I don’t care “how good of a deal it was.”

Our ultrasound for our baby due in January was originally scheduled for Monday, Nov. 7. “Um, how set in stone is that?” I’m asked. So now on Monday morning, I will have to call and try to reschedule so that he doesn’t miss the big Indy game and his TV gig coming up in a few weeks.

You probably have seen from his shameless self-promotion over the last year that Kevin is doing occasional TV work for a local ABC affiliate and NECN. This has led to the purchase of a nose hair trimmer, conversations about different types of rouge makeup, and thoughtful discussions on the virtues of shaving off the “playoff” goatee. Please, no more talk about “Hey, this TV stuff, it’s a high-wire act, I tell ya.”

Oh, that one kills me.

Last November, he starts fretting about losing his frequent flier miles from bankrupt US Air. “What do you think about me shooting down to Florida the first week of February and spending a few days with my grandmother? Haven’t seen her in a month of Sundays,” he says. “Maybe I’ll swing up to Jacksonville and take in a day during Super Bowl week while I’m at it.”

I’m sad to report that Grandma got a token lunch on his way out of town after he spent three days staying at Grandma’s best friend’s house in Jacksonville Beach while toiling away in Super Bowl nirvana.

Our son, Jacob was born on Oct. 20 last year during the Red Sox playoffs and the Patriots winning streak. You can image the excitement in our house.

Mr. Columnist insisted on Jake sitting in his lap while he watched the games so that the good karma would continue. Pathetic, really. I finally put an end to Mr. Rousseau using our newborn son as the “Good Luck Budda.”

Finally, one last image for you all. Mr. Rousseau got his first “fan recognition” while playing golf at a fancy pants golf course recently. So, the story goes (which, of course, I have verified with reliable witnesses) that an employee at this golf course came up to Mr. Celebrity and asked, “Are you Kevin Rousseau from Pats Fans.com?” “I am,” replied the now-swollen-head-with-a-mouth. Apparently, Mr. Rousseau’s praises were then sung by admirer.

On his way home, he calls and says “Guess what?” I take the bait and hear the story. Obviously still aglow and walking on air, the conversation ends with “Do you want me to pick you up something for dinner?” So he comes home with a calzone – from a gas station – oops, I am sorry -“from the sub shop ‘inside’ the gas station.”

Well, that’s it for another year. Thanks for letting me say my piece.