Luke 2:1-21 (ESV)

In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. And the angel said to them,

“Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another,

“Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.”

And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

And at the end of eight days, when he was circumcised, he was called Jesus, the name given by the angel before he was conceived in the womb.

Whenever I see these I laugh, I mean what weirdo decided it was cruel to wipe a babies butt with a cold wipe? Poor Sally and Johnny will never reach their life's full potential because of the trauma of being wiped with cold wipes! How about the trauma to the parents of cleaning pee and crap for two years.(hopefully only two years) What. A. Joke. Anything for a buck I guess.

But if you must, and you're convinced warmer wipes will put your lil" Sally or Johnny in an Ivy League, keep their marriage strong 20 years from now, and help them deal with stress. Go vintage! Throw those wipes on the radiator and shazaam!! You got hot wipes. Sometimes really hot wipes.

Yeah with the amount of goofy stuff out there right now for parents I'm making this a part 1.

This video is a cross between a Mr. Rogers factory video, and chair porn. I love it. Thank you Eames, thank you Herman Miller. Oh and did I mention that my coworker's fiance works at the Knoll factory in Grand Rapids. I can totally get a tour of the factory. Sweetness.

To clear up any confusion on who is what, here's a picture of the both of us having a smoke with a group of friends.

Jayson on the left is smarter, blogs more often, and is quick to respond to comments.

Morgan(myself) barely made it outta high school, takes two weeks to put a crummy post together, and rarely responds to comments. sorry.

Glancing at the picture below you may be tempted to think we're a pair of tough hipsters. We're not.

The three biggest things we have in common is our love for the Trinity, family, and vintage. We'll try and blog more often. Enjoy!!

Hand tools.

Man fuel.

Three dollars.

Oh yeah.

Mission accomplished. I made this promise to my daughter nearly 3 years ago. "When we have our own house, I'll make you a skating rink." The wives were slightly annoyed. "Why do you guys need beer?" "This is a one day project, right?" But I can tell you right now without reservation that every minute spent on this 17' X 20' bad boy is worth the 3+ hours of work. Now if I only had some skates.

On the way home from celebrating the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Families are definitely the win.

For as long as I can remember I wanted a bungalow and Lord willing I may soon get one.

Tami and I are on our third child and will soon be breaking laws about amount of persons allowed in one bedroom apartments. With the housing market as pathetic as it is, the misery of others will be one of our greatest blessings.

We've been looking in Berwyn which has the highest concentration of bungalows anywhere in the world.

One of the first orders of business after purchasing a house will be making sure my family is safe when I'm away each day. Let me translate that for us Chicagoans, "packing some mutha-ucking heat".

Really probably not one of my first orders of business but I needed something to segue this video:

What the heck happens at 1:25?

Over thanksgiving break my uncle announced to the family that he didn't drink coffee anymore, only tea. I coughed up a little bit of mashed potatoes when he made the announcement. Coffee is American. Tea is....well...weak. You should only drink tea under two circumstances:

1. You're sick.
2. You're a girl (Ladies, don't get offended. Girls are little, young, fragile, and whiny. Women can kick my ass)

Morgan drinks his black. I prefer mine with lots of sugar and some cream. Either way, most men love to enjoy a brew of mud in the morning before work. Oh man the taste is like so many earthy flavored punches to my tastebuds. So right now my inspiration folder is filled with ironic, and sometimes funny coffee mugs. Vintage, of course.

What a wonderful and pretty cheap gift for the holiday season.

For Nerdy Guy:

For Step-Uncle Redneck Dad:

For the Ladies Man:

For the undecided Dude:

For the Straight Edged Man:

For Uncle Che:

For Mr. Bossman:

For Mr. Self-Confident:

Besides the traditional coffee mug, there is ONE other awesome way to enjoy brew in the morning. The beer stein. My personal choice is my grandfather's 1951 Indiana University Beer Stein. I love the fact that you can fill it up with just a cup of coffee and there's still tons of room left. That way, I'm less likely to slosh it all over myself when driving to work.