We love sunday night church. This morning we had waffles, fed zeke some apples, watched him dance to matisyahu and all before 9:00am. Awesome sunday morning.

Now Jen sews, I watch Zeke (he has found his favorite spot in the laundry basket) and Blog, all while watching the snow fall silently out the window.

So started reading this list of the top 100 books, Its been very good so far, 2 books that I have never heard of, A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh, and Brave new world, by Aldous Huxley.

Great books, there are many I am excited to read some that I don’t know what to think of.

I started to read “the satanic verses by Salman Rushdie, and I had nightmares so I am a little hesitant to start again.

http://www.randomhouse.com/modernlibrary/100bestnovels.html

If you own a home or are planning a home, remember, you will never ever be done.

With that in mind, I finally painted one of the last places left in our house. The hallway has had blue tape on the trim for about 4 months. Painting is done and I feel so good, I am not telling jen and see if she notices.

If she does not I think this allows me a lot of leverage as to how much trouble I can get into with out her knowing.

Also for those of you who do not know. I am now a stay at home dad, or manny, with a part time job. So I feel like taking care of Zeke is awesome, but sometimes hard to see the rewards like a fresh paint job on the hallway.

I am sure as the time goes by I will discuss more of my life as a manny. So…you have that to look forward to.

UPDATE: I painted the hallway the wrong color. So fail on me.

So when I think about where I am with my job and career, I wonder if i made a mistake. I wonder if I should have gone to school longer, should have studied something else. Man Its so hard to think about the past sometimes and not get frustrated. Silly to get frustrated though. Why get annoyed about what happened that you can’t change.

I am just hoping that I make the decisions that I will not regret in the future.

We are in a constant state of change, our bodies biologically are anyway. When that change stops or slows down, we age, then get ill, then we die, and the change slows down to a crawl as our body turns back into fertilizer.

My life, biological events aside, seems to also be in a constant state of change. Having a kid really spikes those changes.

When we thought it was nice and easy to sit zeke on the couch because he could sit up so well, not long after that he is no longer safe to sit on his own. Not yet crawling, but not still. So far he has fallen off the couch once, and into the sink once (that last one zekes little protecting angels were giving dad a helping hand). So where was I oh yes change. My job and life as I know has drastically changed in the last year. From helicopter mechanic to medicine man, from apartment to home. What is next in my constant state of change? I have some ideas…

I am doing my best to blog more often, reflection seems to be a good thing especially when life goes so fast. This time last year my little zeke was about a tiny baby groing organs and eyes in Jens stomach, now he is mimicking clicking noises we make, learning hand eye coordination, eating mushed up peas that nobody would like, and taking his first movements towards crawling.

I also had a different job and to some degree had a different identity.

I never blog, I use twitter, and facebook, but blogging, well maybe I could say I have a kid, maybe I will say i use more of my time to work on the house…the truth is I just don’t know how to spend my time. I do like to blog, I like to put thoughts down. I wonder if it really matters that i put them online. Does it make any difference? Does I make it difference that you might read my thoughts? I think so or I wouldnt spend the time writing this.

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I have been infrequent in updating this blog so I am going to give you an empty promise and start updating more.

Why…good questions, how many people even read this?

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This is cool, who know how realiable this is but this is cool

 

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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace of his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying. And so I force myself, swallow and hold back the surging call of my dark sobbing. Oh, to whom can we turn for help? Not angels, not humans; and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel little secure and at home in our interpreted world.