Today Danielle and I began our search for the perfect church in which to raise our baby. We went to a church on Millville Ave. called Faith Church. Since we were looking for a more family-focused, and more old-fashioned church like the ones we grew up in, we decided to start here. At first I wasn’t convinced; the congregation seemed old, and there didn’t seem to be too much life. The first hymn was the drone of off-pitch voices trying to string together the words of “When We All Get to Heaven.”
Things livened up when “Pastor Al,” as everyone likes to call him, invited the children to come forward for children’s church. All of the little kids came running to the altar! There were far more of them than I thought. Despite the mostly older population, there were many kind faces and around 20 young children. This was seeming more and more like a place I could raise my family.
I can’t wait to go again next week and see what this really nice church holds in store for us. I’m optimistic.
-Lots of children
-The “secret songs”
-Sunday school before church
-Good sermon length
-Good start time
-Not many people our age
-Using “debts” rather than “trespasses”
-A bit of a drive
What a day. What a week, really. I hate making excuses for myself, but the holidays make me crazy. My temper gets shorter, my alcohol consumption gets larger, and my outlook on life is not so good in general. Customers are rude, family is demanding, and nobody is patient (including myself).
School starts back up next week, so not only will my work schedule be changing, but I’ll be busy every single day between now and March 17. Joy. I’m taking spring quarter off in order to spend some much needed quality time with my beautiful wife and our baby.
Danielle’s pregnancy is going quickly, in my opinion, but I’m sure she would beg to differ. I can’t wait for Baby to be here, despite the fact that I still have a million things to do between now and then.
I hope the rest of the pregnancy goes more smoothly. I want Danielle to be more comfortable and to sleep better. She deserves it. I love her and the baby more than anyone could possibly understand. I love being a family.
I’m not sure why, but I’ve never been a big fan. For the same reason, Halloween is probably my least favorite holiday. This time of year, they’re more plentiful than ever: cookies, candies, and fudge galore. I’ve been absolutely bombarded by them. I returned to work today to find Hershey’s Kisses and peanut butter fudge awaiting my arrival.
It’s not that I dislike them, but I’d much rather enjoy chips and salsa or a piece of fruit or some veggies as a snack. Of course, I still have my favorite sweet treats, but this time of year is just overwhelming!
With that being said, those White Fudge Oreos in my desk are calling my name.
The holidays have come to a close, and we’re back to the daily grind. Thankfully, my work schedule is such that after today, I don’t have to work until Thursday. The next two days will be spent doing work around the house, spending time with my beautiful wife, and SNOWBOARDING!!
Tomorrow, I’m going to talk my little brother (who isn’t so little anymore; I think he’s taller than I) into coming over and helping me install my garage door opener. Afterwards, I’d like to finish painting the nursery and spend time relaxing with Danielle. Hopefully Brendan can come over in the evening so we can tune up our snowboards for Wednesday.
I am getting up early on Wednesday and hitting the slopes! I’m so excited, especially since I didn’t think I would be able to afford going this year. Snowboarding, unlike anything else, allows me to clear my mind completely. Even if it’s only for a few brief moments while I’m sliding down the mountain, I am only concentrated on the present and the immediate future. No thoughts of bills, no thoughts of work, no thoughts of school, just me, the board, and the snow.
It probably sounds terribly silly to anyone that has never strapped one of those boards to their feet, but I know my fellow boarders understand. All my stress disappears for a little while. I can’t wait until Baby Low is old enough to learn to ride. Brendan and I will show him or her the ropes, no matter what Mommy and Grandma April think!
What a wonderful holiday weekend. I spent yesterday visiting with Danielle’s grandmother and aunt, then had dinner at Mom & Dad’s. The lasagna was delicious. We exchanged gifts with them, and then headed home. Mom and Dad got me a garage door opener and we got stuff for Baby Low.
This morning Danielle and I woke early and went to church with Mom & Dad. Afterwards we went to her parents to exchange gifts with them and with Brendan & Lindsey. We got some nice little outfits for Baby, as well as some pretty cool stuff for Danielle and me. Brendan and I got a pass to go to Perfect North Slopes a couple times this winter!
We had a fantastic lunch, including a Boar’s Head ham. I enjoyed a couple delicious Breckenridge Christmas Ales as well. I love winter brew. I truly enjoyed spending this weekend with family and friends.
Christmas will be so different next year, but I absolutely cannot wait.
What an extraordinary series of events. This year has been life-changing. After changing my career pathway late last year, I’m slowly (but surely) on my way to a BBA in accounting from The University of Cincinnati. My beautiful wife, Danielle, and I were wed on June 25, and are expecting our first child on May 7, 2012.
While each and every one of the above events are important, I feel most affected by the last. In 4 and a half short months, Danielle and I will be bringing another life into this world. That must be the most amazing feeling in the world.
I’ve felt him or her kick a lot over the last couple of days. I have a newfound respect for my wife; I’d go crazy if I had someone kicking me in the gut all day. I’m not sure that I’ll feel the full effect until I finally get to hold Carter or Chloe in my arms, but it feels more real with every passing day. I love that little baby with every fiber of my being, and I just can’t imagine that love growing any stronger.
I don’t know whether to blame the unseasonably warm weather and lack of snow, the fact that I haven’t even taken my snowboard off of it’s hook in the garage, or my increasingly busy lifestyle (perhaps all of the above), but I just cannot seem to get myself into the Christmas spirit this year. I procrastinated when it came to putting up decorations and buying gifts, I have slowed my pace tremendously on a project I had planned to finish by Christmas, and I don’t think I’ve uttered the words “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays.”
It’s not that I’m not excited. This is my first Christmas as a married man, and my last before I become Santa (and Daddy, of course) to my little Carter or Chloe. I love the thought of giving and receiving gifts, and of course I love all of the food and having two consecutive days off work and school.
So here we are, a mere 54 hours (and counting) from my very favorite holiday, and I can’t shake the Scrooge-like feelings. I am hoping that when 21:00 rolls around tomorrow and I’ve got the next two days with no real obligations, I’ll be much more in the Christmas spirit. Perhaps I just need to dig out my elf socks and Santa hat.