Pink everywhere, and I am starting to like it!

My fiance had her shower this past weekend and now my house is invaded by groups of pink dresses and outfits, pink car-seats, pink bags- you get the idea.

We found out officially that we are having a baby girl last Friday, which cost me $100 dollars(we had a small side bet to try and lighten things up a bit) but brought me an overwhelming amount of happiness! I wasn't set on know what the baby's sex is, but my better half thought that it would be nice to know to avoid all yellow gifts and such. I just want the child to be healthy, all 10 fingers and all 10 toes!

In spite of the pink invasion, Jordan and I will be making a stop by the brand new Super Walmart (like most are, conveniently located 2 blocks from the old Walmart that is now empty-another day another blog)to represent our hood.

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The ever changing, never ending list.

I hear a lot about bucket lists. I dunno, maybe I have one. More of my 'lists' are current lists, 5 year lists, 25 year lists...but I guess they all could be bucket lists because we don't know how much time we've got at the dance. Over the past 2 years my wants have drastically changed. I've been focusing on simpler things, true things. Not reaching so much for more, just trying to enjoy what is here more. That goes for family, friends, opportunity, relationships...not material things. (Except I really really want a canoe or kayak so I can get out on the water soon) Is it possible to make a list that won't change? Is it possible to remain true to the values of a 34 year old father, when those very values seem to have shifted based on life experiences? Are the items on my list too specific? Maybe... Love Honesty Compassion Health Fun More to come on this one I'm pretty sure.

Take us out to the ball game.

Last night we ventured over to the Explorers baseball game after dinner, it was great. Jordan talked to the X's pitching crew out in the bull-pin for a while, and they ended up giving him a ball. He's such a sports guy! The pitcher that gave him the ball said, "Can you give it a throw?" and so he did...over his head out into left field! Of course my diva Bell had more fun doing spins and drinking a slush, but that's all good. I love my family.

The more things change, the more they remain the same.

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