Lumberpick

Wow, it's been a long time. I used to do this blogging thing all the time. I checked a few blogs I used to read. Many of them are gone now or have been abandoned and some are now blocked using security features. It makes me sentimental to go back to abandoned blogs and read where people left off... never to come back again. I guess I can take solace in the fact that people are still living their lives but have decided it was too much work to share it... sort of like I've been doing I guess. I feel like I'm perusing through some sort of ruins though... ghost towns.

Anyway, back to the purpose of the blog...

Cherity is now 34 weeks pregnant. 6 weeks to go. Lucas is engaged. I didn't realize he was dating anyone seriously until I heard he was engaged AND he's getting married like 5 weeks after I hear this. I don't know his fiancé AT ALL, but I guess that sort of thing happens when you live a thousand miles apart. I'll be heading to Luke's wedding in late July with my fingers crossed that Cherity doesn't go in to labor.

One of the things that motivated me to even post was the fact that Cherity is pregnant and quite possible with a GIRL... although that isn't for sure yet. I'll know for sure in late August. The motivation wasn't so much that Cherity is pregnant but that I may end up having a little girl (or perhaps a boy: )) that will only know me as an "old" guy. If all goes well when this little tike is 5 years old I'll be 40. Unbelievable! Both my boys now have spent at least some time with me while I was in my twenties! It's weird to think what sort of relationship will develop with this child. My first two have had the luxury/burden of dealing with a father who has had to learn so much along the way... Have had to see a father make more mistakes, be less mature than he should be, and has gotten to see a father who has been less mature than he should. I've learned some since but have probably solidified some habits and may be more set in my ways. I think less about some things that I should and more about things that I shouldn't all mainly just because I'm a creature of habit.

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Owen and Sebastian and I built a fire in the fire pit tonight. They did all the work and I just lit it and walked away. The boys melted marshmallows and kept it going. (Yes, I checked on them periodically!)

Sebastian is a bundle of energy and when he gets bored demands your attention and if you don't give it to him he will sit next to you and writhe like a worm as he sits next to you until you give him some type of attention... positive or negative. He's sorta needy that way. And I don't say that in a judgemental way. It's more matter-of-fact. He is who he is, which is different than me and it is his blessing.

Owen is very much like me in many ways. More quiet and thus appearing more cerebral and is often times in his own little Walter Mitty world. He thinks too much about video games and that's exactly why I quit playing them myself.... because it pre-occupied too much of my thoughts. I've replaced these irrelevant thoughts with other irrelevant thoughts now i.e. work, professional sports. Makes me sad (my thoughts, not his).

Cherity is planning a home birth and has been thinking a lot about what we'll do for diapers. Will we do a diaper service? disposables? a combination. She's nesting. We've been doing a little work in our bedroom as well. Mainly just painting. The rest will be done when more money magically appears.

Me: Work, basketball twice a week (if I'm lucky) and an occasional run (if I'm really lucky) and a six pack on weekends by myself (not so lucky but more likely). That's my me time. I spend the rest of the time yelling at the dogs or playing with them, playing with the boys, or picking on them, or yelling at them. I read books to both boys every night (or almost every night). That's our us time but I really love it. I've read Owen the Atherton series and the Land of Elyon series We now need to find another series of books. Owen did surprise me the other week when I came home. He excitedly told me he read the first two chapters of a chapter book of his own. I remember it was hard to first get in to reading for myself. The first books I got excited about were the Narnia books and I didn't read those until 6th or 7th grade so I'm impressed that Owen took a stab at it at his age.

There's plenty of pictures I need to post from miscellaneous activities but I just haven't gotten around to them. Maybe tomorrow.