This is going to be one of those ‘wow, this dude loves to type’ posts… my apologies for the ramble I’m about to unleash onto you, dear Interwebs… I felt that a blog post was long over due. Also, for those of you that are looking for a photo or image to go with this post (after all, this is a photographer’s blog), there isn’t one. For that, however, I do not apolgize. From here on in, I will be using the blog as not only a way to show the world my current and most up-to-date work as a photographer, but also as a place where I can jot down random thoughts and insights into who I am as a person. I want everyone that takes the time to come here to my blog, whether they are potential clients, existing clients (aka “friends”), family members, or anything else for that matter to know who the person is on the other side of these ‘zeros & ones’. (binary reference…that’s how I roll). No images of boquets or rings today. Just me. I’m gonna start typing and see what happens…  *cracks knuckles*

Today’s first ramble is on ’Moving’.

We are finally moved in to our new place! It’s so funny how even though it was only a move 4 blocks away AND we had all month to move at our own pace, we discovered this gnarly lil’ fact: A move is a move is a move. It could have been next door and 2 months to move in at our own pace… you still have to:
1) box your things up…wait, first of all FIND boxes…THEN
2) box your things up
3) play the ‘do I really need to take this with me?’ game (which usually ends up renaming itself the ‘I will just put it in storage, only to play this same bloody game again NEXT time’ game!)
4) move all your personal things into multiple friend’s/family’s vehicles (creating a convoy/parade AND a show-and-tell all at the same time!)
5) bang and bruise EVERY piece of flesh and bone you possibly can on the way
6) bring everything inside your new place and unpack only to come to the realization that even though your new place is larger, you don’t seem to have any more space. Why is that by the way? I didn’t go on some shopping spree since we left the old apartment, so why does it seem like we have about 50% more boxes than when we left?! It never fails! sheesh!

So ya, on that note…we’re moved in and slowly (but steadily) mowing through our material things and making this place a home. Which brings me to the next lil’ diddy I wanted to chat about:

The Baby.

This week marks the 20th week (aka halfway point) of Grit’s pregnancy, and tonight is the last night The Baby will be known as ‘The Baby’…for at 1pm tomorrow (today actually, Friday) we will be getting an ultrasound to determine the sex. So in… 12 hours and 57 minutes (ish), ‘The Baby’ becomes “he” or “she”…

O….M….G….

Grit said she is so excited she might not get to sleep tonight, which is ironic because as I lay here in bed, Captain McSnorey-pants is beside me, fast asleep and cruising off to dreamland…leaving me to my thoughts on future daddy-dom.

My WHOLE life I have had a serious case of baby-fever, you honestly have no idea. Now its finally here…(well, July it will be here, but ya…close enough, let’s not get technical). I have so many thoughts going through my head, and every time I think about it, the more real it gets and the more excited and proud I get! Every day my mind fills with a million silly questions like: Right handed or left? Will they like the Stones more or The Beatles more, or neither? Will they be an athlete, an artist…etc? Will they love Disney movies as much as I do? (don’t laugh, it sounds like an easy question considering we’re talking about a child… but you have no idea how much I love Disney movies… its kinda embarassing)…. and I know all of these questions really don’t matter even the tiniest bit (maybe the Beatles/Stones one…but thats it), but they pop in my head every chance they get! Even as I type this, my brain is whispering “What will their favorite color be?”… and even though this constant nattering in my brain is really beginning to get on my nerves?

I wouldn’t change even a nano-second of it for the whole world.

So, boy? Girl? This is really the cheesy-typical answer everyone gives, but to me, I am happy either way. And the best part? I understand what everyone means when they say that now.

Daddydom.

hoo-rah.