Sadie

I tried to take photos of the Kovars’ dog, Sadie, on Christmas Eve, but she wouldn’t sit still or my flash wouldn’t fire on my phone, or any other number of excuses for the quality of this photograph.

So, I took the photo, imported it into Sketchbook Mobile for Android, and boom!: I had something to do while I waited for the Mazda to get an oil change and a new motor mount this morning. Uh. I guess that’s what was causing the rattling noise that shook the whole dashboard and sometimes caused the CD player to skip. Who knew? I hate cars.

It’s a boy!

As announced yesterday on my Facebook and Kim’s Facebook, we’re proud to announce here that we learned that we’re expecting a baby …

B O Y ! ! !

Kim and her It's a Boy shirt
Kim readied this shirt to wear to work in an attempt to not have to talk to everyone and their annoying questions.

You know how when, before you know, people are all up in you business like,

“So, what do you want it to be …”

And then you’re all like …

“I don’t care, man – as long as it’s healthy … “

And it wouldn’t be that bad to have these words come out of your own mouth if you didn’t have to keep repeating them. I mean, everyone asks this question. You can not escape the stereotypical questions that people ask when you are anticipating a birth of a child; the only thing you can do is limit the number of people you tell by only posting about it online where surely no one will go and read about it.

Oh, you have a website? That’s nice … hey, you should friend me on Facebook.

I’m lucky; I’m not showing. If these types of conversations start, they’re typically my fault.

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Our baby boy, Dec. 20, 2011

Anyway, back to how they always ask that question and how you’re always supposed to pretend that you don’t have a preference so as to not offend anyone who may have a differing preference or to let on that you may be disappointed if it turns out your baby is not the sex you were hoping it would be.

Well, here, today, on this very blog, I will summon up the courage to say, I did have a preference, and I’m glad that it is a boy.

Because, with a boy, I can …

  • Go fishing (and by fishing, I mean visit aquariums and pet stores to stock our own)
  • Take apart electronics and try to put them back together again
  • Work out in the garden
  • Ride bikes and play sports
  • Grill meat and otherwise make messes in kitchen areas
  • Find new and exciting ways to irritate mom
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Our baby boy, Dec. 20, 2011

I’m also pretty sure that if it turned out to be a girl that I would have written this blog the exact same way, except I would have just replaced the word “boy” with the word “girl.”