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blue jays and toy yodas

i'm pretty sure that universal blogging rules dictate that i'm not supposed to apologize for my lack of writing, but i feel compelled to hang my head in silent shame. 

sorry i have been absent.  life has been a bit...overwhelming.  i keep thinking that i have a million things i want to say, but i don't just want to say them, i want to say them well.  and then i get distracted by other things and i lose track of time and then i'm too exhausted to say much of anything well. 

and that pretty much gets us all caught up. 

with that in mind, i don't have a good 3-point sermon here today, or anything particularly witty or creative.  just my musings on this beautiful fall tuesday in central pennsylvania. 

-today is quin's 3-month birthday.  he is so smiley and cute and, well, round.  just really round



-coldplay's new album came out yesterday.  if you don't know, now you know:  i'm a big coldplay guy.  and by that i mean that i love their music.  i'm not a fan in the classic sense of the word.  i don't have any posters of them on my wall, and i couldn't even tell you the names of the guys of the band.  but i can tell you how much their music has impacted and accompanied me.  the new album is just as anthemic, just as sing-along, just as fresh, and just as hopeful as i could have expected.  i'm really enjoying it.  and, i designed my own album art for it:


-today we were watching the news and caedmon was in the room.  a commercial came on for toyota, and cade said, "toyota!  that's cool!  i have a toy yoda downstairs!"  classic.



-i got a flu shot today. my first one ever.  generally i am opposed to sharp metal objects being forced into my body in order to inject foreign chemicals into my bloodstream, but shannon insisted.  so, needless to say, i have lost the use of the left side of my body for the remainder of the day.  at least cade gave me a scooby-doo sticker for being brave. 

-on saturday, when shannon and i woke up, jackson was already awake, and seemingly had been for some time.  he had gone to the living room and watched the birds in the early morning sunlight.  he saw a blue jay, and was so moved by it that he went downstairs, got some paper and markers, and then colored the blue jay as he saw it.  i was impressed with his desire to visually represent what he saw with his own eyes, and with his ability to do it realistically.  very cool. 



-oh, and one more thing.  the ravens lost to the jags last night, in a beautiful display of futility.  the ravens net passing yards through the first half?  one yard.  one stinking yard.  they had no first downs the entire first half, and didn't get one until there was about 20 minutes left to play.  flacco was his usual unimpressive self, and now the steelers are back in first place in the division, where they belong.  or, at least until they play the patriots and the ravens the next two weeks.  should be interesting....

Comments

cathyq said…
It's okay not to write everyday. You're busy with 3 adorable little boys. I have to pull an Aunt Shari and say that I want to eat that little round guy. He is soooooo cute (and yes, round). You have had one more flu shot than me. Go Greg!
Happy said…
The picture of Quinn was on the bullet for this post in my google reader...it got my attention b/c oh my word! What chubby cuteness! Glad to see he's thriving and smiling and cute!

As a former Toyota dealer employee and a Toyota driver and a Toyota lover, I definetely laughed at the "toy yoda" comment. Funny kids!

And artistic ones, as well!

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