For as long as I can remember, until the day my Great Grandmother passed, Sunday’s were family dinner day at the Warner Residence. My Great grandmother, the matriarch of the family, was the “kickass” type of lady in that if you missed Sunday dinner she would verbally kick your ass. (Note: she was 108 when she passed.)

It was a moment for the family to come together, eat a good meal and take in the day. Having somewhat assumed control of the kitchen we had these dinners in, my wife and I decided to host a person or two sunday for a bite, which ultimately turned into a full out dinner. Family and friends came by for a small feast, good conversation, a few laughs, and as with any family a couple of awkward situations. Everyone has that family member who has horrible timing. :)

How easily we forget how lucky we are. How quickly our priorities can change. We shouldn’t and they shouldn’t. Though that is easier said than done. Family is all we really have, whether they be old or brand spanking new. That’s a concept you’d think I’d have etched in my mind, but sadly I cannot say it is. I make mistakes, a lot of them. However, it’s reassuring to have family to pull you back into the fold; to remind you of your proper position.

The important things in life are rarely simple, nor easy. Usually the more important a situation or a relationship, the harder it is. The greatest things in life should never be simple. Luckily when you have a great meeting spot, or as some would like to say a common purpose, things can be worked out. When everyone brings something to the table, goals can be reached and an awkward situation can be properly assessed and worked out.

My baby has been preparing for a marathon the last few weeks. She moves non-stop and while Jen is getting a little anxious, we are both taking it all in. It’s like a primetime show, when I get home. I say ”hey Lu” and she starting running on the treadmill. If I kiss her mom, she goes into kickboxing mode, and when we are just having general conversations, Lu does her little booty dance.

My favorite is the booty dance. She sticks her big butt out and we have to rub it to get her to go down. (Rethinking whether I should share that or not.)

This pregnancy has me seeing the beauty is so many things. I don’t share enough with anyone the thoughts that go through my head, but in all honesty things make more sense. She isn’t even here yet and already I’m rethinking so many things, I’m taking in so many scenes, I can actually smell the flowers.

I don’t mean to get all googlie or sentimental, but the last 9 months are the best thing to have happened to me, aside from my wife (obviously!) There is so much to smile about, so much to talk about, and so much to just be thankful for.

I was sitting in a meeting today discussing Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram integrations and halfway through adding my 2 cents I realized (once again) that I neglect my social itch. Sorry about that.

Quick Updates!

Baby is almost here! We’ve changed her name to Luciana Elena Abney. I’ve been calling her a slew of names involving “Lu” including Lu, Lulu, Luluby, Luc, Luci, Lulubelle, but my i’ll probably be sticking with Lu full time soon.

House renovations are pretty much complete. With exception to our office needing to redone and a couple of painting flubs there is not much else to do but sit, relax and have a glass of scotch in any one of our new rooms. :)

The job is treating me REAL well.

The sun is shining. I mean that literally and figuratively.

Otherwise, I hope you guys haven’t abandoned the blog because of lack of posts. Pictures will begin to filter back soon. My iPhone is on its last legs but plan on having a new mobile camera before Lu comes.

As always stay class…

If used correctly… Time is all you have.

All the time in the world doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t use it. Too many times I have asked for time and shit it away. Too many times I have wasted the little time I’ve had. Time is a luxury that most of us take for granted.

We aren’t guaranteed time, yet we all demand it.

Think about that one…

This will be a quick one. As the work day/week closes I am grateful to not be watching the clock. The first week on the job was a good week indeed. Unfortunately, it will mean less weekday and more weekend posting, but thats a good thing, right?

I’m not mad; it’s actually quite the opposite. But I tenatively do promise to keep writing my thoughts, posting my pictures and telling these random stories as I think of them and/or witness them.

So until tomorrow peeps… Stay classy!