Quick Update

Well the little one could not wait until Monday. Mandy and I went into the hospital Saturday night (thanks Heather and Sergio for coming back) and Sophia Belle was born at 8:41 AM on Sunday. She weighed in at 9 pounds 2 ounces.

We hope to come home on Thursday. We were supposed to come home today, but she had a bit of a temp at one point last night, so they keep her for 48 hours to watch her, and run some tests.

I will blog more and post pictures once we get home. For now you can see some here

8 years

So it is my son's 8th birthday today. Which seems pretty crazy to me. Especially since it is coupled with the impending birth of my second child. It is amazing how far out family has come in 8 years.

My wife and I found out that we were going to be parents our second semester our Freshman year of college. She was 19 and I was 18. We were basically kids finding out that we were going to have a kid of our own. I still remember the campus nurse letting us know the results of the test, siting in my dorm room, when Nelli came in and we told the first person about what was in store for us. I remember calling home (there was no way I could have gone and done it in person) and talking to my mom about it.

I can't believe how we (mainly my wife) survived in the dorms during the first few months of her pregnancy. We then moved into a little one room apartment in Stevens Point, and readied ourselves to be parents.

We were lucky. Numerous friends and family stepped up to help us out. From Becca bringing us food in the hospital, Nelli helping bring Trevor home, financial support from our parents, my aunt watching Trevor while we went to classes, and the numerous others that would stop by, stay in touch, and assure us that things were going to work out...and they did.

We both graduated in 4 years. Mandy and I both have great jobs, and have been fairly successful at them. I have said it many times, but Trevor was the best thing that has happened in my life (sorry dear, you are second). I can't imagine life without him.

So today, I want to celebrate my son. He has amazed me since the day he was born. He was a gigantic baby (I wonder where his sister gets it from), weighing in at 10 pounds 5 ozs. His first word was duck, and he has been in love with animals and nature ever since. He took his first steps to earn himself a future million dollar pay day from Andy. I remember when we finally had to take him to a day care, and he cried every day for weeks when I dropped him off. Which makes me realize how far he has come when he willingly gets on the bus for school.

He has come so far and learned so much, and I can't wait for him to start passing it all on to his baby sister.

Newest Offering, Baby Zilla, Drops on September 29th

That's right. At the latest, Monday September 29th is the day when our newest child will come into the world. It's pretty crazy to have a final date give to it all. We have waited for quite some time (some of us more comfortably than others), and come Monday we will have a new (gigantic) baby girl.

It is crazy to think that this is the last Tuesday that we will be a family of three. This is the last full week that the boys out number the girls.

Soon I will have sleepless nights, diapers, crying babies, and bottles. I am looking forward to it.

I am sure that I will post pics upon the release.

Baby Godzilla

So we are now much closer to finally having our gigantic baby (as of today's ultrasound the estimated weight is 8 lbs 9 oz.) While we didn't get what we were looking for today, which was some clarity on what the doctors are going to do about our gigantic baby. We did get to see the baby one more time via ultrasound.

I think that the misses and I are both now fully trained ultrasound technicians. Seeing as we have done around 6 or 7 ultrasounds this baby alone.

I am finally starting to wrap my head around the fact that our family of 3 plus dog, gecko, fish is going to be a family of 4 plus zoo. I am pretty excited about it. I remember how fun Trevor was as a baby. He was first of all darn cute, the gigantic cheeks seen on the ultrasound point to Baby Zilla being cute as well. I also remembered how Trevor became my confidant. Babies are great people to vent to, the listen very well, and never tell anyone what you say. Since I am someone that constantly is playing out conversations in my head, a baby gives me someone to run them by.

I also look forward to her growing up. As much as kids can be a pain, drive you to gain weight and lose your hair. I loved every minute of watching Trevor grow up. I still choke up almost every day that I get him on the bus. I can't believe that he rides a bus, or is in school, or likes girls, or has a basic understanding of the current election (I still remember when asked who the president was he would say the white monkey in the white house). I can't wait until Trevor is a big brother, he has so many things to teach Baby Zilla.

I look forward to what having another girl in my life brings. Growing up I had my mom, then I was married and I had the misses. I never have had to deal with more than one female on a regular basis. I welcome the challenge with all that it brings.

I think I am finally ready for the baby to come, and it appears it is just in time. (Did I ever mention I went to High School with Justin Time?)

I still have a job.....but I might now work for the government

As some of you know, I work for a company that is owned by a much larger company. That much larger company seems to be in a bit of trouble lately. Going out of business, bankruptcy, needs 40 Billion dollars to operate trouble. Which leads me to have to answer the following question a lot. "I saw your company is in trouble, are you going to lose your job?"

I do still have a job, and plan to have one for quite some time. I don't know what exactly my current and parent company will look like at the end of the week, but, I will still have a job.

Just wanted to put that out there.

Addendum
So it looks like Uncle Sam opened up his checkbook and bailed us out. I imagine that this is only the beginning of the saga. I wonder if I get a cushy government pension now?

Certain Death

Sometimes the people in the media make me laugh. How can they go on TV and chastise people for not evacuating Galveston, when they themselves are in Galveston. I have seen coverage on three networks where their reporter on the sea wall in Galveston is comentating on how people are crazy not to have evacuated, especially after the warnings of "certain death" came out. THEY ARE IN GALVESTON THEMSELVES!!!!! Are they not also in the path of "certain death", are they not crazy themselves?

BAHHH

aaaaaand I'm back

Hello my name is Eric and I am addicted to Weed(s). The TV show that is. I have spent the last few days watching (netflix online is awesome) the first two season of Weeds. The show is great. I feel bad for bad mouthing the show and Emmy nominations that it has received in the past. The show is well written, acted, and funny. Who would have thought that a story about a suburban drug dealing mom would be as good as it is.

I am disappointed though, that the 3rd season is not something that can be viewed online. I have to wait for the discs to come in the mail. BOOOO

USA USA USA

Sorry, my wife was heckling me, so I am just trying to drown her out.

USA USA USA USA

There, she's quited down, on with my blog.

I wanted to blog about John McCain, I wasted enough time watching it, I don't want to spend anymore time on it than I already have.

The one thing that I did take away from his speech is that he really hates George W Bush. I don't think he can stand the man. It has to be hard for him to have to play nice in order to keep the Republican base together.

Bah, alright, so I just saw a sign at the RNC that said, "The Mavrick". Really? You bring a sign and then spell it wrong? (No comments about my spelling ability please, I realize I have no right to mock anyones ability to spell.)

Alright, enough of that.

This week Trevor started second grade. This year he is riding the bus to school. I can't believe how far he has come. I remember dropping him off for his first day of organized day care, where he cried and cried and cried and cried. I was the only one choked up a bit on Tuesday, and he was the one who new it would be okay.