I could spend hours telling you stories about my kids. They are lovable, funny, smart, and downright amazing. I don’t broadcast those stories here or on social media because some people love to listen, while others just glaze over when I talk about kids. Know your audience, right? We have a “third” son who is no longer living with us. He went back to his biological father. Last we heard, he is doing very well.
I think all boys and girls start life with a fascination for flight. Well, that may not be the case, but it just seems so natural to me. You start out not really caring about anything but cars and trucks and ponies until a jumbo jet shoots past overhead and you look up. I was there one of the first times my firstborn son looked up at the sky wondering what that noise was.
This is my rudimentary understanding of the evolution of package management in Linux, and why it’s still a problem for the average user. In the beginning, there was source code. If you wanted an application on Linux, you went out, grabbed the “tarball” (the Linux equivalent of a zip/compressed folder) and compiled the source code on your machine. If that application required any other software, you had to download that and compile it too.
Before my firstborn was even a twinkle in my eye, there were always thousands of doubts in my head about whether I would make a good dad. I’m sure it’s not just me. Everyone wakes up every morning with a new pile of doubts to add to their ever-growing collection of insecurities. Mine just happen to revolve around someone that barely even knows how to read. Priorities In the beginning, it was all about security.
This social media thing is tiring. Back when Facebook was a University-only network, I was a big fan and a frequent user. I also jumped on the Twitter bandwagon in the early days when people thought it was a stupid fad. I remember setting it up to tweet from my flip-phone via SMS. That was the coolest. I couldn’t own the first gen iPhone, but I sure as hell could “tweet” with the rest of them.
In November, a bunch of lemmings get together and jump off a cliff. It’s called NaNoWriMo and I’ll be joining those lemmings. Every year, writers from all over the world take the entire month of November to write 50,000 words of a novel. While I may not be the best writer, I like a challenge and I have a few stories that I need to share. Even if it means just sharing them with myself.
I took Caleb to the Texas state fair this week. It was raining, cold (for Texas), and kind of miserable. We actually had a blast despite all of the negatives. I mean, it’s the fair. How could you not have fun? Highlight 1 - The Train We rode the train. Caleb absolutely loves riding the train. We get to cruise down the tracks at 80 mph, and we don’t have to be buckled in!
Baby, I miss you and I haven’t even met you yet. Yesterday was the due date, but nothing happened. I know birth is completely unpredictable, but it’s hard not to set some expectations. Two weeks ago, we were totally ready to go. We had no doubt that Eli would be born any minute. Now, I’m not so sure. It seems like every day, Shari tells me she feels different. Today could be the day, tomorrow could be the day, right this second she’s probably having a contraction.
We started taking birthing classes a few weeks ago. This is our second baby, but it will be our first home birth, so it is required by our midwife. Going through a birth once is enough to sear it in your brain. It is the most beautiful, interesting, horrible thing I have ever done. It’s both exciting and terrifying. When it’s all over, it is worth every second, but you never want to do it again.
My wife and I have officially reached the point in our pregnancy that people like to call “Full Term”. Yes, the bun in the oven has baked long enough that he could come at any time. I’m not freaking out. I’m freaking out. I’m not really freaking out. I’m really freaking out. I mean, we’ve done this before. We have a 3 year old that came out of my wife. We can do this again.