tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72019842011-07-08T08:37:28.712-04:00Insights on the continuum that is being a dad.JBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10374823056042139987noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201984.post-50275042474659605022010-07-28T08:01:00.002-04:002010-07-30T07:51:15.908-04:00

 I learned something about myself this morning. I leaned over Amy when I woke up to observe my daughter cuddled into her mother’s side, asleep after having nursed, content. It’s totally satisfying to see my kids in the stage of life they are in now. It’s hard not to get a little dewy-eyed and introspective when hovering over a new-born. However part of the excitement of having children is

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I love this picture. It shows a very confident Eliot striding away into the farmyard in his little yellow boots so self assured. He has just left his mother as he hurries to join his brother in whatever trouble he's getting into. The sky is just getting dusky and the farmyard smells of cow, hay, and ... summer.

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Noah, on the toilet, to me.. "Capiche, Dad. Mommy says capiche." By this he announces what his mother is in the habit of telling him when she wants feedback. "Ya, capiche..." Me. "Are you done yet?" "Yep"

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Every so often as a parent you are reminded just how fast your children are growing up. It’s like you’re not paying attention so when you get a reminder, it comes as a bit of a shock. So this morning as I contemplated having a shower, I could hear Noah in his room commenting on his day so far. That’s the way it is with him. None stop commentary on his life. Constant chatter. It’s like CBC radio.

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What follows is a thought I shared on Sunday with the people at my church. The fall/winter study has been 1 Corinthians. Sunday was chapter 15. Please feel free to comment, especially if you disagree! "If Christ be not raised, we are of all men the most miserable. " Amy and I were talking about death and grieving the other day. The mother of a friend of ours is dying. Her brain is slowly shutting

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I got angy today. Everyday I make coffee for myself and the other guys at ten minutes to 10 am. This morning I went to the lunchroom and discovered that somebody had unplugged the Bunn the night before. If you're reading this and wondering why this is significant, let me explain. A Bunn works on the spillover principle. Your average Bunn actually holds about 2 pots of water in its tank. That

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This post is mostly for Gregg's benefit...and any other homebrewers out there. I've just started a stout in my fermenter. My first stout. This is also the first time that I will try priming my bottles with unfermented wort that I have stored in my fridge right now. I had a look at that jar just this evening while holding it up to the light and guess what? I couldn't see through it! Yesssss....

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Chillaxing this Christmas past...Our house

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OK, 2 things.First, I did not know that there was a new blogger version available but now I do. I'm not sure if my ignorance was responsible for not publishing Gregg and Lindsay's comments to my last blog or whether I just do not know the settings I have set on this thing. Anyhow, apologies to Lins and Gregg if you are still checking my blog. Your comments are now published.Second, does anybody

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Noah putting a plug in....

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He's 8 lbs, 13 oz., 20 inches long, a little wrinkly and doesn't say much. That's my son brand new as of Thursday July 27 at 6:30 am. I still find it a little surreal to be a daddy. He seems to respond to my voice and usually shuts up pretty quick when I pick him up. I can't say that this doesn't give me a warm feeling. I have an ability that no one else has. I think everybody has that desire

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What to read to your firstborn. 

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Here's a scene from a camping trip that Chris Bedley and I went on a few weekends ago. We went mostly to just hang out. We caught no fish...worth keeping. But that's OK.

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Taking pictures 

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Joel

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Has anyone ever taken care of 2 young cats? These guys are so hilarious! Maybe it comes from being named after Japanese food, I don't know. I think these two have got to be two of the friendliest cats in the world. They are there to greet me when I get home and spend a lot of time purring around my feet. Except for Sushi maybe, who spends an inordinate amount of time trying to get out the

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Yep. Working 7:30 to 4:00 is a little better than working 8:30 to 5:00. Feels like you have a day left after you get home, ya know? I enjoy the peace and quiet of an empty apartment that I can stretch out and put my feet up in and make whatever I want for dinner. Speaking of which, shall I have venison or chicken tonight? Hmmm... I've been working in the office for the past week and a half

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So today, the fiancee wakes me up with a phone call (which I didn't answer) so I lay staring at the ceiling for awhile til I figured out that I wasn't going to get any more shuteye. Up I gets and wander around the apartment for a bit checking my email about 5 times just in case somebody sent me anything and also checking the status of all the blogs that I am familiar with. Amy and I decide that

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OK. So now I have a blog. What am I going to do with it? I have no pictures to post 'cause the fiancee has the digital camera and I spend hardly any time on the computer 'cause I spend most of my time with the fiancee. Not that I don't like spending time with you Amy. You rock my world and although I'm a little nervous, August 7th can't come early enough. I love you....

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