Life has been a little hectic these days. Our little lady made her appearance on March 2nd at 8:24 pm. Needless to say we've been a little behind on the announcement. While things definitely didn't go as planned, hoped or dreamed, we’re happy that she arrived when she did, small but healthy. I’ll get into the birth story a little later.
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Your 35-year-old father just spent the last 16 minutes before writing this, my first letter to my daughter, in our garage, dancing solo to Jidenna's first solo album blasting through home iPhone speakers, hot-boxing the newly cleaned space. It's lovely in our garage ever since we installed our Garage King storage racks. Even your mother was impressed by the drastic change and that's saying something.
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Happy New Year everyone! 2017 is officially here! While my family and I kept it pretty lo key (we watched fireworks from the rooftop of a hotel parking garage and then late dinner at a local diner), many people partied the night away and are waking up with dreadful hangovers today. While they are trying to navigate life without praying to the porcelain god for the next few hours, I was thinking about what I want and need to accomplish in the months ahead.
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January 1st 2017 - It's time to keep it 100. 2016 is written. Boom. On the books. Chapter closed for better or worse.
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Today marks 31 weeks, (well 31 weeks plus one day to be exact) and I officially have 9 weeks to go! Whew! The time has flown by so fast! I can’t believe we’ll be meeting our baby girl in a few months. I’m so anxious to meet her. But no rush. I’m going to try this sleep thing a little while longer before that no longer exists in our world although its getting tricky now due to an ever growing belly and limited sleep positions. But I'll admit the standard glucose test to check for gestational diabetes that I had to take had me kind of excited because it meant I was so much closer to meeting our newest little person. I'm a glass case of emotions.
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My wife and I have eleven years tucked under our marriage belt, and we've been through the rollercoaster together. Some days it's a cry for help - a self-made entrapment of our choosing screaming into the abyss of eternity. Other days, it's the ignorant bliss of purposeful farting in someone's general direction and knowing they won't leave your ass over it, but most likely plotting toxic revenge under the sheets when you're at your most vulnerable.
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