Little Kicks

Rachel has hit the range where she should start feeling kicks. I heard from some people that at first it just feels like gas until the quads get built up some more and little Logan can really throw a roundhouse into the wall. She might have felt one last night and I need to know if it was just one or 3 at a time. I'll be really excited if he is born with retractable bone claws.

The registering process was fun for a bit and then I got sick of it right around the time I realized it was like clothes shopping. I did sneak over to the Toys 'R Us section and managed to scan a Darth Vader Lego TIE Fighter into the registry but she found it later and deleted it. What newborn kid can live without that!?!?

That whole thing made me realize that he's probably not going to like the same things that I do at first. I remember the first time my dad showed me Monty Python and the Holy Grail or Cheech and Chong movies. I thought they were pretty dumb but later realized that they were classics. Logan will probably be like that with Star Wars.

I was telling Rachel that it will be really fun once he starts going to school and we can put a desk in his room and maybe a computer that he can use (locked down of course). I even mentioned that maybe he would learn to program and she flips out about how she isn't accepting any more nerds who sit on the computer all day into the household. If I can't live vicariously through him, why are we having kids at all?

I'm also finding myself out in the garage more often as I get older. It won't be long before I start changing our oil in the cars in order to save $10. If you talk to my dad he will tell you how this is a complete 180 from what I've always said growing up.