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Superman who?

If you haven’t heard already, Meg and I lost Benjamin this weekend.  Our family and friends and work places have been spectacular in their support and love but none can compare to my new hero:  Meggan.

I honestly believe that certain moments throughout your life show who you truly are and this was one of Meg’s moments.  We were told Sunday afternoon that our baby was dead and to top it off, we still had to go through labor.  Many many hours later, after being physically and emotionally exhausted, my wife delivered Benjamin at 3:50 am.  I’ve heard how difficult labor can be but never before had I heard of someone doing it with no hope of life.   She held strong and did the impossible.  I was totally blown away at this strength.  She may not be able to fly or run really fast or stop bullets or use magic, but I’m certain she did something that not even Superman could have done.

I definitely picked the best.

Happy Birthday Mr. President

Meg’s 18th birthday is today! Yay! She’s legal!

Actually it’s interesting because I just learned Marilyn Monroe died on Meggan’s birthday. So whenever I sing Happy Birthday Mr. President (which i do frequently in my awesome Marilyn Monroe impersonation), it’s now just kind of eerie.

So for Meggan’s birthday I got her a shirt related to ‘How I Met Your Mother.’ That’s right a Let’s Go To the Mall shirt by Robin Sparkles. I also got Benjamin a onesie that says ‘Wingman’ Taking one for the team since 1987. Someone at work mentioned how some of the sayings for How I Met your Mother reminded him of Seinfeld and it made me realize how true that is. You can easily go to cafepress or youtube and see many many classic moments.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzpYeHTiEGY

Shake a tailfeather…

Meggan and I were driving home from Costco the other day, and Joan Jett’s ‘I love Rock and Roll’ comes on.  Benjamin starts moving his butt in her belly.  So I put two and two together, and tell her it’s because the baby gets his butt shaking from his dad.   Not that Meggan can’t shake her butt but well me and my clown-dancing (another story) take the cake.  All I have to do is keep him on the straight and narrow and away from the Irish Stepdancing.  I personally think Irish stepdancing is a front for the IRA.  Being as smart as I am, I dare not tell Meggan this because I value my life (yet somehow I’m ok with telling the rest of the world).

 

 

“This is ME taking back control of my life…”

Simply a quote from Wanted (2008), but I’m happy to say it didn’t take this or any other quote or inspirational speaker from Dale Carnegie to make it happen.  I was definitely happy with a great wife, family, friends, and job but just felt like I was always running behind.  Taking back control of my life started with my baby, who isn’t even born yet, and my favorite quote “Go out and preach the gospel… and if necessary, use words”.  Less words, more action.

So I started jogging several months ago, running further than I had in High School.  I got a free bike from a great person at work and started riding.  I started actually leaving work on MY lunch break and jogging.  I found a great church I attend and love.   I stopped telling my friends to do things and became a better listener.  I stopped passing judgement on people on how God wants them to live their life, because I’m not God.  Two ears, one mouth.  I started doing all the things in life I want to teach my baby boy about but wanted to impact on him, not just tell him.  Less words, more action.