One eye on adulthood and one eye in the rear view mirror

Over the last two weekends, I have been able to see little things in my life where I say to myself "Am, I really an adult? How did this happen?" Aside from the fact that I will be entering parenthood sometime in May, I still consider myself a little kid at heart. Maybe it's because I get so excited for the same thing I did when I was 5 - planes.

This past weekend we got our couches delivered and they were slip covers (which if you asked me prior to buying, i would have said, slip covers, what the hell is that?). They were actually delivered bare with white cushions. In the bags to the side were all of the slip covers that i realized had to go on. I kept thinking of that infamous Cosby Show episode when Mr. Huxtable is trying to get Rudy out of her winter coat... That's pretty much how my 1.5 hour battle with the slip covers went. It was during this slip cover battle I realized - Howie is now Howard and Howard is a full-blown adult....

But then I harken back to the weekend before where we teen-sat our friends kids who were 12 and 14. I spent all weekend playing Wii rockband, battling in NFL Monopoly and shooting hoops (even though, while I love watching all kinds of sports, I fit the jewish boy stereotype of sucking wind at playing all of them, aside from bowling and tennis).

I guess I am constantly being reminded that I am indeed an adult but will always also be a kid at heart.

I'll take it...

The problems of the aisle seat....

First mobile blog! I'm sitting in seat 10D on a flight to Vegas for work and I'm so amazed that people keep bumping into me. I can understand a little but it always makes me chuckle when I get a elbow, hip or butt cheek in my face. And next time don't bring your widest bag you own. Argh! I'm a seasoned traveler but come on!

Off to Sin City.

When Nine becomes Three...

The tuesday after labor day, Karyn came into our bedroom in the early morning to show me the pregnancy test that was positive. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with excitement but still had in the back of my mind that 9 months was far away.

Now it's February 3 and I ask myself where did the time go? We have successfully moved, we are almost settled so to speak and we are entering the last trimester with a lot of excitement. The weird thing is that I don't find myself worrying about major issues such as being a good father, rearing my kids in the right way, sleep, providing them nutritious meals, etc. I find myself haveing more random worries such as:

Am I going to pick up the kid or drop them off and if I am on pick up duty, what will happen if the Red Line is mega delayed?

Depending on its a boy or a girl and I buy them a ton of items with airplanes on it - will people think I am just pushing my hobby onto my kid - what if they like trains, spaceships, or historical coins?

Will my kid think mommy and daddy are total weirdos if we sing in the car on the way to places?

We are about to begin birthing classes which could lead to other more real-world issues coming into play about having a newborn but for now, I'll stick with what works for me ;)