Ask and you shall receive.

My initials are JAS. Adrienne’s are AjGS. Judah’s are JJS. You see a pattern here? Abel Anders came about in two ways, middle name first.

My middle name is Andrew. My mom is 100% Swedish, so that makes me 50% Swedish. Anders is a Scandinavian varient of Andrew.

That one settled, now on to the all important first name.  We wen’t back and forth on this a while.  We had a few names to choose from, but once I saw him none of them “seemed right” to me except Abel.

Not too exciting of a story.  But, hey, it’s a story.

Here are some more photos. Don’t forget that these (and more) are all over here.

So someone decided that today was the right time to make himself known to the world, and I have a new Mii to make.

Abel Anders Schwanz was born this afternoon at 3:42p. He weighs 7lb 2oz, and is 19.75 inches long. Mother and baby are doing very well. Enjoy the pics below, or all of them here.

What do you do for a kid who is being potty trained, and hasn’t had an accident in one week? You get that boy a balloon!

What do you do when that balloon comes loose and flies away? You tell the boy that the balloon is all gone — which he repeats by saying “ba-woon ahh gone” — and his 2.5 year old attention span takes him onto the next greatest thing…running in circles.

Ahh gone.

I’ve been busy recently, and haven’t been blogging much (obviously). You may be wondering what I’ve been up to. Well, this is what I’ve been working on. In case that doesn’t quite make sense, I’ve been working on a web redesign for the Yearly Meeting. It’s not completely done yet, but we’ve gone live with it.

Some guy has a man crush on Zach Braff.

Coffee shop anyone?

Aj sent me a link today that I just had to pass along. Baby Rock Records takes songs from famous rockers and lullaby-ifies them! There’s nothing like some baby Nirvana, Radiohead, Zeppelin, and U2. Oh, and don’t forget the baby Metallica and Tool They’ve even put some short clips online, so go give a listen…you know you want to.

It’s amazing to hear my 2.5 year old son say the same things as I do. It really makes me wonder what I say, and how often I say it.

I was taking a load off this evening playing some MLB2k6, and doing an overall poor job at it. It was the bottom of the 9th, I was up to bat, down by 1 run. With every swing-and-miss that I did Judah would exclaim loudly, “Oh geez!”

All of a sudden my mind is whirling with, “Did he just say that? Was that ‘cheese’ or ‘geez?’ I haven’t been saying that, have I?”

I guess that’s on par with when he repeated after me yesterday. I was working on something, and in a moment of exasperation I said “crap.” Not five seconds later I heard my echo, “cwap.”

Awww cr… ge… dan… DOH!