Yesterday, at 12:51AM EST, my sister gave birth to Jacob Aaron. He weighs in at 6 lbs 6 oz and is about 19.5 inches long. I’ve been called ‘uncle’, no less than 10 times (and probably much more) in the past 24 hours. It hasn’t sunk in and I’m sure it won’t until I actually see him. They’ll be home next weekend for the bris, so I’ll get to see them then. In the meantime, here are some of the first pictures after the jump.
Fun fact: Jacob was born one day shy of International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
If you’ve been around me lately, you may know that my sister is getting married in June. This past Sunday was the bridal shower. This was the first time I had ever been to one, which isn’t that odd considering its mostly a women’s event.
I probably asked no less than four people what was the purpose of a bridal shower. Now keep in mind that there have already been two engagement parties for the couple. The answers to my questions ranged from basically another scam to get more gifts to ‘traditionally this was the opportunity for the bride to get what she needed to make a happy household for her husband’ to ‘its just tradition.’ No matter who I asked, I could not be satisfied with the answers received. I needed someone to make this make sense to me. Unfortunately, noone was able to do that. In talking with my father, he had the hybrid theory. Basically, a bridal shower was a long standing tradition that has morphed into another excuse for money to be spent and gifts to be bought, much like Christmas (my words, not his!). The more he spoke of the tradition, the less sense the event made in a modern sense. I’m pretty sure I asked him when we were going to dance around the fire in hopes of a plentiful harvest.
After a surprisingly delicious meal, the gifts started to be opened. The bridesmaids made note that there were bingo cards under our plates and that we were all welcome to play along. When I looked at the bingo card, each square had a sticker on it with an item that had been on the gift registry and across the top, instead of saying BINGO, it read BRIDE. At first I found this to be incredibly tacky. The whole idea of specifying gifts you want to be given is a pretty tacky concept to me as well, but I understand the reasoning and it makes sense. To take this list and make a game out of it just seemed to cross that line. However, the further into the unwrapping we got, the more interested I was in each item they opened. If it were not for the Bingo game, I would most likely be bored and disinterested. Instead, I had a vested interest in what was taking place. After realizing this, I no longer felt contempt toward the concept. It made sense and served a functional purpose.
The whole concept of a bridal shower, however, still does not make sense to me. It feels like an arrogant concept to open gifts like this is such a public manner. That being said, it was nice to see some of the friends and family again.
51 days until partial normalcy returns.
At Botcon this past weekend, I had the unique opportunity to watch the Transformers Movie a week ahead of its release, surrounded by hardcore fans like me (though slightly more socially awkward). It was an unreal experience. The movie was amazing, but being in such an energetic crowd put it over the top. The first time Bumblebee transformed the crowd went nuts. They knew all the references and lines that were put in there from the original series and cheered whenever they heard them. And so did I! Tyrese was there, but that was not important. What was important was this movie and what it meant to all of us.
Today I have received four text messages from friends who have seen the new Transformers Movie.
Some of the messages include:
Oh wow. Its even better the second time.
U were rite. It was awesome
What really got to me, though, was the phone call I just received. It was my mom. My parents very rarely see movies, particularly my mom, but my sister had bought them tickets to the movie this evening and they went. My mom called me as soon as the movie let out. She loved it. Absolutely loved it. Despite it being two and a half hours, it felt like five minutes to her. She said it was the culmination of bringing me to all the comic book stores on my birthday each year when I was younger, of managing to find a transformer in the airport in Paris to bring back for me, of getting home in time to record that cartoon when I was so little to make sure I’d have 2 and a half hours of it on tape to watch over and over again (and I did!). She said it was surreal to see that cartoon we used to watch together when I was so young turn into this larger than life movie. And it really is.
I can’t even describe what the past week has been like for me, but the picture below sure helps.
I am truly excited to be here right now.
‘No rest for the wary’ is right. I’ve been back from the cruise for 16 days and back to work for about 14. I haven’t even had time to update this blog. I have lots of pictures to upload from both the cruise and New Years at the Braintree House. I have a couple of video, too. Lots and lots to get done over the next couple of weeks.
Its a new year. New goals to meet, new desires to strive for and new bad habits to break.
I’ve been pretty busy lately and have had lots of stuff to blog, but just haven’t gotten to it. I hope to address that in the near future, but I’ll be going away again for a week. This time my family is going on a cruise leaving San Juan, Puerto Rico and visiting such hot spot destinations as Curacou, St Maarten, St. Thomas and Aruba. Joining me on this jet-set excursion will be my parents, my sister and her boyfriend. I will, as always, be the fifth wheel, but I get my own cabin, so I think some freelance adventuring on my own may be in my future, particularly at the buffets. The ship is supposed to be massive. I think its a Royal Carribean cruise. I’m sparse on the details just now because I’ve been so busy and the trip was finalized so very very late in the game. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to share when I return. I have lots of packing and errand running to do before we leave. The trip will be from December 24th to December 31st. Just in time to be back for the New Years bash at the Braintree House.
In other news, the one rusty spot in my aluminum-walled life of the future will be scrubbed away at the turning of the new year. The fourth roommate in the Brighton house that we found on CraigsList will be moving out because she found she couldn’t stand living with three of the most easy-going people on the planet. Taking her place will be the Duke.
…and there was much rejoicing.