When I was deciding how to memorialize my second year of blogging I thought of two things.  A blog give away or a really detailed financial update as to what has changed in my life since I wrote my first post on August 5th, 2008.  But then it hit me, it would be a cool way to commemorate this blogaversary would be to write an letter introducing myself to my unborn son, Pooh Bear (real name is under negotiations).

This is just a brief introduction as each mini paragraph could be a a book nevertheless a blog post.

A Brief Introduction of Evan to my Unborn Son

Mom has written you a ton of letters already and since we don’t really know each other yet (I think you may have just gotten some ears) I’ll take this opportunity to introduce myself, and some of the players that will be in your life.  If given a choice I think I prefer to be called dad.  You could go with Pops as my father is loving referred to, or straight “Father” if being condescendingly referred to.  But I hope the former is more prevalent than than the later.  You could also try out the Greek, Patera Mou, when having a few beers…I won’t judge you no drinking!

A Little Bit About Me

I am one of those annoying people that doesn’t really feel anxiety and even to a lesser extent stress…and you have provided me with more heartburn, anxiety and a weird stress feeling that I have ever felt before AND YOU AREN’T EVEN OUT HERE YET!  On a positive note I think it is just bad ass that, I have got that parent guilt thing down though, although I think it has less to do with of becoming a pops then it does of just being a huge pain in the ass and learning from my parents who are fantastic at it lol.

Speaking of pain in the ass, I am one.  I am generally a loud person, who tends to ask too many questions when I am interested in something and ZERO questions when I don’t care.  I will probably embarrass you in front of your friends with jokes that I find funny and you don’t.  But I can promise you one thing, I will never, and I mean ever, do the fake gun snap hello gesture.

I am going to put it out there, I don’t sleep a lot, but the sleep I do get is very very valuable to me so if could hook me up and be one of those amazing newborns that people are jealous of and sleep a lot that would be simply fantastic.  If not I tend to get cranky.

For the most part, I am kind of liberal guy when it comes to personal choices so whatever your choose to do with your life you’ll have a huge supporter.  If you want to be a running back, a 145 pound wrestling animal (Dad’s wrestling weight, no seriously I did weight that at one point), an actor or a computer dork, you’ll have my support (I do have to ask you to be one of those cool computer dorks that invents the next Windows so mom and dad don’t have to work anymore and you marry a supermodel).  There are only two things I can’t stand by.  Male cheerleading and getting an art history degree.  Please don’t become a male cheerleader just to spite me.

The Uncles

The amount of love you will receive will be shocking.  Dad is very lucky to be surrounded by amazing family and friends.  First I have 2 HUGE brothers (or at least massive to me since they have 6 and 8 inches of height on me)  and while looking up at them should be scary for an infant they are literally the most loving and caring guys I know (and if they give you any shit…you let me know, I still think I MAY be able to take them, but its not definite so please make sure it is a real problem).  Eventually they are going to mutter atrocities to you about childhood and even adulthood.  LIES I TELL YOU LIES.

On top of those people you will have a ton of fake Uncles that Dad grew up with…watch out for these characters! Again, they may tell you stories that don’t make sense or scare you…just let it go I hang out with them because they pay me.

Dad’s Parents

We also have Nana and Papou.  While the names might be confusing they are both holding on to heritage so let them have it.  These two wizards of parenting raised Dad and the two giants, and if I say so myself they did an excellent job, each in their own way.  Nana will love you and might literally kill for you, I am not joking…kill.  So it is best to keep her calm.  She controlled a house with 3 boys all 18 months apart, she knows all your tricks way before you even think of them.  Beyond letting you ride him like a horse Papou will treat you like an adult the moment you can put together a sentence.   I love them both a lot and am proud of how they raised me.

While their parenting style may be different of each other they share in the goal of advancing the ones they love in any pursuit.  I am pretty sure they would still support you if you went the aforementioned art history degree…but please don’t do it!  It probably sounds cliché, but they can’t be trusted when it comes to JUNK FOOD!  They will say things like, “don’t tell your parents but…” please tell me!

Mom’s Parents

In addition to Nana and Papou we have mom’s parents Grandpa and Meema.  Grandpa and MeeMa are a great time to hang out with and wise beyond their years (although they are getting up there in “their years” so I am not sure when that saying gets old, pun intended lol).

While I didn’t grow up in their house, they let me into their house at the young age of 20 (yup, Dad started dating Mom at the age of 20) and have shown me nothing but respect and love.  The fact that Grandpa didn’t pull a gun on my punk ass is a testament to his patience.

Well there it is a brief introduction to those in your life who you aren’t growing inside of!