Rain, rain, go away!!

Monday morning around 1:30am, I am lying on the living room floor with my dog, Skeet, watching a tivo-ed episode of my favorite TV show, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. It has been raining uncharacteristically hard for the last 30 minutes.

About 15 minutes later, there is a lot bang outside and the power goes off. I hear a siren (not police or fire truck) blaring in the background. So, I did what any intelligent human would do in that situation, I put on pants, strapped on my headlamp and my 9mm and went outside to face whatever it was that could cause such a huge explosion.

In the background, I hear the faint scream of the severe weather siren warning us to take shelter immediately.

I also hear the sound of a rushing river. We don't live near any rivers, so I assume that nearby Highway 114 is just unusually busy; at two in the morning.

I look to the west of our house and what I see can only be explained by these pictures.





We are okay, our house didn't take any water damage. We were without power for a whole 12 hours (!) but our outlook has been drastically changed. I have never personally seen anything like what happened in our quiet little town. The Katrina disaster stings a little bit more to me. I found it awfully hard to fall asleep that night.

Here are some pictures of a local baseball field and what we saw when we woke up.








M@

"When's that BABY due? BABY!!!!"

"I want to talk to you about something."

That was the last thing I heard in my life as I had then known it.
It was the last phrase in my semi-independent life.
Our lives were changed forever as my wife, Kyla concluded the phrase with;

"I want to talk to you about being a daddy."



Kyla and I are having a baby!!

So, as I mentioned in my previous blog, "Memorial Day" this was absolutely a weekend worth remembering. We have known for about a month or so and have not wanted to say anything until we had our first doctor's appointment on Tuesday last week.

It is funny the questions that I get asked.
"Was it planned?"
"Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"How did it happen?"
"How did you react?"

In the moment, I know that people are so excited about the news that they want to share in the moment with us, and we with you!!

But in hindsight, it is just that there are some questions, you shouldn't ask. My mom wrote a list of 10 things not to ask a pregnant lady, two of which are in my list.

Comedian, Brian Regan on his CD LIVE, does an unbelievable routine about what not to say to a pregnant lady, or something you might THINK is pregnant.

The moral of this story is thank you for your prayers, thank you for your excited hugs and congragulatory hand-shakes. We are not out of the woods yet, still have twenty weeks to go. I have already decided that I am going to be the guy that carries around a picture of his baby in his wallet and on his photo-Ipod, even if it does look like a gummy bear.

Here is the answer sheet.

We don't have a preference on whether it is a boy or a girl. Really. We know a lot of adorable girls and really cute boys. Plus, why would someone vocalize that? Even if we did, we wouldn't want to give the impression that we are even the least-bit-slighty-in-any-way disappointed.

We are VERY excited and have been praying for this for a long time!!

The due date is January 2, 2008. We know about the tax write off if it happens earlier and as many times as I have been told that, I still can't come up with a good-witty response. Anybody have any ideas?

Kyla is feeling great and so far has only craved french-fries (Thanks, Sarah Beck!) and tiny servings of chocolate frosting. She brought home a can of chopped green olives....I will not be partaking.

We love you all and thank you for your continued prayers!

M@