The man, the myth, the weeee wittle wegend

On 9/9/11 our little man, Adam Scott Dreese, was brought into our world by a crack team (in this context crack means good, not referring some professional league of drug users) team of belly-slicing doctors with rapidly approaching tee times (this implies that doctor's play golf and they did it so fast I can only assume they needed to change into their spikes and abscond to the links post haste with the mayor of Senatorville).

Adam, aka Little Dude Cutesy McSqueezyCheeks would even out a scale with  8lbs 5oz of pure, uncut awesomeness on the other side and took up 21 vertical inch units of space.  His favorite pastimes are long limb-flails on the beach and watching his favorite sports team, the Williamsport Can't See Much Yets.

So far we've been home for two weeks and things are going well.  We're slowly getting the hang of the cry-eat-sleep-poop cycle, which can be a tough nut to crack.  Amber is simultaneously enjoying her time off work as well as wishing I could teleport home to give her a break now and then, while my transition coming back to work has been less terrible than I had expected it to be.

Enough words typed from my fingers, pictures!

Hey about that stuff

So about that room and baby, eh?  Well, the room is done and the baby is scheduled to be delivered via C-section one week from now which means this is my last ever weekend not being a parent.  Ho-lee crap.

For some reason I don't have any good pictures of the finished nursery on my phone so here is one of the closet organizer I put in a few weekends ago.  The snaziness is immense.

In other news directly related to the name of this blog, I've been slowly trying to count some gosh darn calories as well as getting back into biking.  I've been doing some rides around the general area of my home as well as going to the riverwalk to enjoy biking paths filled with inconsiderate people who walk in the middle of the damn path.  LEFT YOU SONS-A-BITCHES, ON YOUR LEFT!

On my most recent ride the trusty bike whose cost was 3 dollars USD has developed an ominous creaking noise, no doubt from the millions of pounds of pressure my thunderous leg muscles have been applying on the pedals.  That, or it just needs greased up or something.  For the time being I may be back on the trusty Trek mountain bike that makes up in gearing what it lacks in efficient means of going down the road.  

More likely I'll just stop riding because I'm going to be busy with a baby and stuff.  So yea.

The room, ya'll

The past month or so I've been absent from the website, but calm down, I've had good reason.  Last month I was on a lovely vacation lounging with the Dreese SASO squad and upon returning I've jumped right back into super productivity mode working on the baby's room.  In the past few weeks we've gone from the final stages of drywall finishing, to priming, to painting, to flooring.  Behold, by the power of the internet and digital photographs you can take the journey with me.  Come on, friend!

So far all we have left is the trim-work, adding doors to the closet and swapping out the bedroom door for one of the six-paneled variety (along with painting all said trim and door items).  Once that's taken care of I'll get to have a lot of fun assembling furniture type items and getting everything set up.  As long as it's taken I'm surprised it's turning out as well as it is, even though the bulk of the thanks can go to my drywall finishing teacher.  As a first timer I'm unbelievably happy with the results so far, unfortunately it's not reminded me that all the remaining rooms in our house are even uglier than before, if that was somehow possible.

Lastly, Amber reminded me yesterday that we only really have about 10 weeks left of baby-free living, which is fairly terrifying.  So yea, holy crap.

I gotta give it to you, the kid's got balls

It's a boy!