Mmmmm.... good!

These tomatoes are the first high quality produce from our very under-nurtured garden:
And yes, they taste even better than they look. They are sweet and juicy and firm and plump and delicious.

This is actually quite a strange thing for me to say since I spent most of my childhood avoiding tomatoes on a regular basis. I now reserve my food avoidance tactics for pickles, cauliflower, and beets.

On another note of strange reversals I am becoming quite impatient. On most occasions I am quite patient and able to enjoy the anticipation of a coming event. I love the time leading up to Christmas. I enjoy the expectation associated with a new school year. I look forward to breaks from school but am not so worn out I can't make it. However, this whole baby thing is a different story.

I talk to the baby (through the walls of Sarah's uterus) on a daily basis. I have let the baby know that any time is good for us, and more specifically, the sooner the better!

Part of this is motivated by the fact that school does start back up in exactly one month and I would like to have some time at home with our new kiddo before school is back in swing. Also, if they baby doesn't get here until school has already started then I have to write sub plans for every day that I'm gone. In case you don't know, I hate (and I am using that word very accurately) writing sub plans. It takes scads of time to write them, and even then I feel like they aren't exactly what I would have done in class.

Another motivating factor in my impatience is that I'm just plain excited and want to see our child on the outside. We have two sets of friends that have newborns (actually one of them is 2 months old and is getting pretty big for a baby) and with each of their births I have become more and more out of control excited. It's kind of like when I used to just shake people or push them when I realized that Christmas was going to be soon. (That probably happened to my brothers, Nathan, C.J., Shane, Seth, Sarah, and others) Actually it's a lot like the time I pushed John Keister at the SeaFair parade! I am so excited that I don't know what to do with myself. In that instance (at the SeaFair parade) I saw John Keister and ran up to him (he was in the parade) and I high-fived him (you should click on that... really). By that point I was so caught up in the moment that I pushed him and yelled, "John Keister! Yeah!!!" Interestingly enough I was not arrested, pushed in return, yelled at by anyone else, or given the boot by Sarah (this was actually early on when we were dating, so I guess if she saw me do that she knew what to expect :).

Anyhow, I'm more excited about this baby than seeing John Keister in person! That's really excited, seriously.