This is my official 100th post on this blog.
I cannot believe it. Out of 100 posts I am beginning to wonder, where did they all go? Can I retract some of the dumb ones, and try to cover them up with good ones..
Anh, who cares. Happy 100 Jake. Thanks Jake, you've been a great companion. You too.
Okay this is weird.
Big plans this weekend. Headin' up to Rogers, AR to hamm
er out our Christmas shopping. Turns out this is the only weekend between now and Christmas that it would work. And even so, Kiley has a personal shower Sheena will miss (regrettably). We'll prolly spend a couple of nights at the Hampton Inn (by the way, their Cloud 9 bedding is to live for) and then make it back for Sunday service.
I'm an analytical type of person. Know how I know? Because I noticed that the entertainment industry as a whole finds farting funny. Quite frankly, I do too (if the timing is right). Now I know some of you are probably uncomfortable with that word. That's okay. Just close my blog and throw rotten tomatoes at your screen.
It never fails. You turn on the T.V. or pop in a DVD, and the next thing you hear is brrrrnnnnt. Movie makers and directors alike have discovered that it's funny. But if you go out in public and rip one, there is dead silence. Why is that?
Just wait for the next generation type of television. I heard there's going to be smelevision.
Just a reminder why I blog...
I started this thing for the sake of keeping others up to date with my life. More than a year and a half ago Sheena and I moved away from more than 90% of our closest family for the sake of God's call on our lives. He called us to Arkansas.
I know, Weird. But God works in mysterious ways. And since we've been here in the A-R-K, we've seen God's hand more than ever on our lives. That includes our relationships, professions, and ministry. We also became Razorback fans, but that was more for our own safety. Being in the place God has for me is something I cannot describe, except with the word good. Very good.
Moving away from family is tough, but not too tough to handle. To help keep in touch, and for the sake of documenting and publicly journalling my life in Arkansas, I started to blog; thus the title: Livin' it up in Arkansas.
I don't blog to teach people stuff
I don't blog to be funny
I don't blog to pretend I'm something I'm really not
I blog because what better way to keep my peeps informed on the latest and greatest?
I think sometimes we need to ask ourselves why we do what we do. And by doing that, it will bring about a greater sense of purpose, and possibly re-align our way of doing things to the way they were meant to be.
I'm getting tired of looking at that chauchy picture on the header of my blog. Don't get me wrong, this is my blog; hence the picture of mmwah but I think it's time to change things up a little.
So in the next couple of days or less be expecting a different look to my site.
Remember when you were 6 years old on Christmas morning? You woke up at like 4AM, went potty, and then sprinted straight to the Christmas tree while pulling up your undies because you were so excited to see the shmorgusboard of gifts Santa left for you? And if you had siblings, you kept your promise of waking them up if you were the first one awake on Christmas morning?
Well, take that excitement, add 17 years of maturity to it, and shove it down my throat with a peppermint candy cane in terms of my anticipation for Christmas and it's season this year. Not because of the $30 family gift exchange. Not because I have a sweet lickin pair of Santa boxers I'll be wearing every night between now and Christmas. And certainly not because of the 10 foot Christmas tree scraping against my living room celing being lit by over 1000 light bulbs right now.
Nope. It's because of better reasons:
**I have a loving family; including newborn little all star
**I'll be taking 'the family' (that sounds so cool) up to Fayetteville for a weekend of shopping next month
**I live in a house that's lit each night with 2,300 bulbs of cheer
**I don't have to fret about finances
**The Sheen makes a mean cup of hot cocoa
**I get to do a Santa Clause 1, 2, and 3 movie marathon with the Sheen
**Lots of other reasons I can't think of right now because it's lunch time and I'm thinking about food
I want to wrap Jeremiah in Christmas paper, and then open him up jumping up and down screaming YES, IT'S JUST WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED!!
So I'm a dad now. Here's about how it went down: Looked at Sheena. Asked her out. Went to the movies. Kissed once or twice. Held hands. Got married. Had a date night. Had a son.
So I guess you could say that holding hands leads to having kids. Go figure.
In addition to a dad, I'm also a:
Brother
Son
Uncle
Nephew
Friend
Husband
Cousin
And out of all of these roles, becoming a father has made me realize more than ever how much responsibility I have. It's up to me to make sure this little Nacho (I called him Nacho today because I want to eat his little cheeks. Not that his cheeks taste like nachos or anything.. oh nevermind). Anyways, it's up to the Sheen and I to make sure this little man learns who God is, what we're in this world for, and how to live by the word of God. And I see no better method of teaching him this, then by example.
So therefore I'm responsible to be an example of a man of God. Cool.
Cheers to you, my little 4 day old nacho!!
As you noticed in my previous post, our little Stud Muffin is now living outside of the womb and is as healthy as a child of God should be.
POWER IS...Standing (lying) 21 and 1/4 inches tall, weighing 7 pounds 8 ounces, can bench press twice his weight, please welcome.. Jeremiah Jacob!
(he currently has the hiccups)
Here he is yawning in boredom after I told him one of my lame jokes:
In case you didn't know, I was honored to deliver Jeremiah. I literally scrubbed up, gloves and all, and took the helm of this God given birthing moment:
I occupied a steel stool, front and center of the Sheen, as the doctor verbally guided me through the most extraordinary experience I've ever had.
Sheena pushed, and I delivered Jeremiah. Head first, then shoulders/arms, and finally the rest of him all within a matter of probably 15 seconds. It was the most amazing (understatement) thing I have ever done. When he was completely exposed, I immediately laid him on Momma.
Wow:
What a tear-jerking, humbling gift:
Sheena and I are so proud to have this baby. No, actually I think we really don't know what we are, except overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with God's goodness. The feeling of delivering Jeremiah today is something I will never forget. Ever. All I can do is think about him and how I want to look after him. How I want nothing but the best for him. How I don't want to miss any single event of his life. And how I want to be his best friend some day. Man, I sound like a sap, but I know I'm not. I know I'm experiencing the very thing that every dad should experience when he becomes a dad. It's not so much the responsibility factor, it's the love factor.
Lord, thank you for this gift you've entrusted to me. I commit to raise him according to your standards.
Aren't you excited to witness what God has in store for this new member of our family?
PS. Photography by Evan. Videography by Mona. Thank you both so much for preserving these memories forever!
Jeremiah Jacob Schlegel has officially arrived! He is very healthy... details to come.
The Sheen is doing great!
Our little All Star:
There were no complications with the delivery. Everything went well, and we are both very proud parents! Bringing him home in about 20 hours!! Stay tuned for more pics, vids and stories to come.
My wife is having contractions right now. In fact, she has been off and on since 4 AM this morning. How do I know? Because, she just hit me on the noggin.
That's right, our sweet little schnookum pie, the Sheeners, just smacked me after teasing her during an intense contraction.
I'm sitting here with my stop watch, and notepad like a good husband should.
Her: "I'm having another one. It's a good one. Don't talk to me 'til it's done."
Me (10 seconds later, my mistake): "Done yet?"
Her: (....smack! Right on the back of the noggin)
Me: "Guess not."
Big Bro got another one this AM. A very nice 9 pointer.
He's a wall hanger! (not Nate, the deer)
My Top Ten Differences between my current occupation (corporate 'fancy pants')and my previous one (tradesman; painting):
#1 It's perfectly normal to walk around looking at your shoes
-Not so, 'on the job'
#2 Voice levels above whispering carry to at least five other people
-Not so, 'on the job'
#3 Voice levels above whispering that pertain to personal aspects somehow carry to 5x25 people
-Not so, 'on the job'
#4 You're weird if you eat leftovers for lunch
-Not so, 'on the job'
#5 You can spin around in a chair and get dizzy if you get bored
-Not so, 'on the job'
#6 You get scolded for wearing a pair of jeans with holes, or a shirt with writing
-Not so, 'on the job'
#7 You leave every day at the same time, no matter how much you get done
-Not so, 'on the job'
#8 You get paid to go home and throw up
-Not so, 'on the job'
#9 You get paid if your child or spouse stays home and throws up as well
-Not so, 'on the job'
And the big #10... It's socially unacceptable to pass gas
-Not so, 'on the job'
The Sheen and I worked the livers a little bit yesterday. Typical day; I just got off work, then jaunted over to her's while chattin on the telly. Then... I decided to massage my liver. I just started shouting ha! ha! ha! Nothing happened. I did it again, this time in a freakishly high voice. She couldn't help but do the same. 30 seconds later we're both squealing like swine.
Have you ever laughed your tushy off? Maybe not seriously because you're probably sitting on it reading this right now, but laughing is a good thing. Thanks to Tim Horton's influence and teaching, and a recent prayer meeting my liver has been getting some good massages lately.
Say what? Yup, liver massage. Oh ya, that feels good. Wait...lower, ok left, ya right there. Right on my liver. Work it baby. Work that liver.
"... J. H. Kellogg, M.D., listed 10 procedures for Massaging the Liver. The last procedure was a laughing exercise consisting of the syllable 'ha' uttered in an explosive way, and up and down the scale."
Jeremiah Jacob will soon be here. Here, as in no longer occupying the belly of the Sheen. It's possible that two weeks from this very moment I will be holding my son, just chillin' with him. That's right, Livin' it up in ARKANSAS.
Some people have asked who we're going to call first when he is born. My response is the blog. It'll include details and photos. Check back often.
I was listening to Dr. Creflo Dollar this morning on 'Confidence the Annointing Connector'. Probably the 4th or 5th time I've listened to it, but it still goes off in me every time.
"Faith is a practical expression of your confidence in God. However trust is an expression of your commitment in God and in his word. Trust is like a tree commited to that spot. It'll be there tomorrow and five yeares from now. It is not moved by circumstances."
Then he breaks it down even more.
"Faith believes God will do it. Trust says even if he doesn't do it , my position remains the same."
(stop, go back up and read again)
Ever been in a position of believing God for something, and it didn't turn out as you wanted? Is it possible that it didn't turn out as you hoped because you lacked trust? Did you lose faith? Have you been believing God for something for a while...is there a missing ingredient?
Just some questions I'm considering myself. But wow, what an awesome revelation of faith and trust.
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