February 15, 2017 - 93 Days to Keycon

Today I'm going to be sharing a post from a little over three years ago. Three years ago when I found out my life was going to change significantly. And boy has it...

The blog post, from my soon-to-be-deleted blog, maybe, was titled: Thoughts on becoming a father:
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” 
― Hunter S. Thompson

Ah, the late, the great Gonzo professor of journalism Hunter S. Thompson.  Strange that I should start a post about my, as yet, unborn child.  A little stranger coming into my world to change my life forever.  Or at least for eighteen years.

It started with Batman.

There we were, two Thirty-somethings watching The Dark Knight Rises.  Maybe it was Anne Hathaway's catsuit.  Perhaps it was Tom Hardy's hypnotic voice.  One thing leads to another and, well I won't say anymore on the subject.  But I blame Bane.

Damn you Bane!  This is your fault!

Five and a half weeks later I get an ominous message via Facebook.  Yup.  She's pregnant.  She should'n't have been able to get pregnant, or so her doctor said.  But there it was in a little conversation box at the bottom of my screen telling me that my life is about to change.

What could I do.  Suicide was'n't an option.  I started looking at travel prices to Tibet with the vague thought of becoming a Yak farmer.

What?  It's a good life.  You get to wear a funky hat and a Yak fur coat.  And when you get lonely there's plenty of pretty Yaks for one to fu...

...nevermind.

I took a couple of days to collect my thoughts and talk to a few people.  Then I called her back.

We agreed to meet and discuss options.  We met at Portage Place for lunch.  I was a bit nervous as I knew she would be.

                            My baby mama ~ A geeks eye view

Well, we sat and we talked and we decided that it was going to happen and that we could easily co-parent.  We began making the announcements to friends and family.

My mothers initial reaction was less than enthused.  You see, as of this point she was not aware that I was seeing anybody so I'm sure she was picturing some heroin-thin, chain smoking prostitute named Candy.

I'm sure she was pleased to have seen Jenny, who has more of the girl-next-door thing going on, walking into their apartment.  Jenny charmed them.



My mom has always wanted to be a grandma, but with my troubles keeping relationships together it did'n't seem that it was going to happen.  The best her and my father could hope for was cat sitting from time to time.  Their small hairy grandchild.

Now she's not only going to have a grand child, but she also gets to spend time with Jenny's two young children as well.  She's thrilled and is already spoiling them.

It's odd that I should have started off this post with a quote from Hunter S. Thompson.  When we started discussing baby names Jenny suggested Hunter if it should be a boy.  After a moment of shock I realized that I had never considered the name but was immediately struck by it.

Hunter Toews.

I like it.

It took several months before the child would present it's junk.  Between legs together, umbilical cord in the way and a shadow from Jenny's belly-button, the brat was doing everything but covering it's privates with one hand and flipping us off with the other.

He's since started co-operating.  We are pleased to discover that we are having a boy.  We're now at 32 weeks, but he's measuring at 37 weeks.  He's going to be a chubby boy like his daddy.  Unfortunately he's also inherited my clown feet.

Got his daddy's clown feet.

Well, here we are, approximately four weeks to go.  It seems a little unreal.  This is actually happening. But I'm looking forward to the arrival of Hunter Brian Daniel Toews.  My legacy is secured.

And my sleep is threatened.  So what?  It's going to be a hell of a ride.

And here we are, Three years later on that little strangers third birthday. Has it been a hell of a ride so far?

I'm going to have to say yes. 

The past three years have flown by and it's been a privilege to watch that little man grow and advance. some of it still doesn't seem real. We've had ups and downs since then. Jenn and I got married and I'm not a father to one, but to three kids. My life has changed ultimately for the better. 

This year will be Hunter's first trip to the con. I'm looking forward to it!

~Brother K'Bob