Fresh Coat of Paint

For a long time, I have wanted a site to call mine. Sure, I’ve had my blog a little while. But I really wanted to have my own domain.

This past week, I had an epiphany: it was something that made me feel more alive than I have in a long time. The notes that I took for my idea was a bit crazy, very ambitious, but yet calming and attainable.[1]

I ended up buying two: one with future intentions, and one that I wanted to use here. So, I went to the place that everyone (and the mother of any podcaster out there) will tell you to use: Hover. And every single top-level domain (TLD) for “nahumck” was available. This should shock exactly no one.

Now that I had[2], I needed to link it to my site. I’ve had a site for a long time, but it was their web address. I wanted it to be fully mine (did you notice the address bar at the top?). Again, I ultimately wanted simple, so I kept my site at WordPress after some back and forth with other options. And aside from the theme I chose that spruced up the joint, the rest should be transparent to you.[3]

Now that the site is set up and done, I can finish a few more workflows, and then get to what I’ve always intended this to be – a place for me to share my thoughts. I can get to writing to help me. And if I get lucky, perhaps I will help someone else along the way.

Welcome to the new site!

I wanted to say a very special thanks to Seth Clifford. He has helped with a lot of guidance this week. I cannot say enough how much I appreciate his help and his friendship.💙

  1. More on this at a later date.  ↩
  2. Yes, Rob — I know that was available. And although I considered it, the .me is better. So sorry.  ↩
  3. If I’m being honest, it’s probably transparent to me also. I’m not a whiz at this stuff.  ↩

Father’s Day 2015

This morning, as with many weekend mornings, I was awoken by my youngest son. “Hi Daddy! Boo!” It was 6:30am, and although it is a perfectly reasonable time for me to be awake, I was hoping to get at least a little bit of extra sleep.

He noticed that I didn’t have a shirt on. “Daddy, shirt!” (I’m not sure if it was because I normally sleep with one on, or if he is making a passive-aggressive attempt at calling me fat, but I digress…) He then proceeded to go over to the dresser, and open up my t-shirt drawer. He grabbed the first shirt he could, and brought it over to me. “Here Daddy! Come on! Downstairs!”

Although he woke me up early, I couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s learning so much, and he is such a polite boy. He always says thank you, and most times says please.

I’m sure I did similar things when I was a kid with my dad (probably not as gracious, however). Perhaps it was even worse for my dad. One thing is for sure — he’s proud of his grandson in two ways: 1) for being a polite, sweet, smart boy and 2) for waking his daddy up because it’s payback for the times that I did it to him!

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there, and most of all to the wonderful example that I have in my life. Love you, Dad!

New Things Coming

As of late, I have had a lot of things on my plate. Life has had its series of challenges for myself and my family, which has lead to neglect of several things in my life. I am the single biggest thing I neglect. As a part of that, I like writing. I’m not particularly great at it. But I don’t have to be. And that’s the point — I just need to do it. It doesn’t have to be long. It doesn’t have to be good. It just needs to be. So hopefully with the implementation of a few key things based on the suggestion of friends and family, I will be writing more about things I love, things I hate, and everything in between.(And if I can figure it all out, it will be on a new website – because it’s 2015 and I need something better than what I have.)

More to come…

And in that moment, everything changed…

One year ago1, my wife and I went to the hospital, hoping that after 2 false alarms, that this would be it. We would finally get to meet our baby boy for the first time, to hold him and love him. We had no idea what we were in for…

Long story [very] short, my wife was having steady contractions when we arrived. We were seen almost right away, and everything started to be on track. The staff noticed a few decelerations in his heartbeat, but nothing abnormal. Then it went lower. And lower again.

 "Time to be admitted; you're in this for the long haul."

Long haul. Unless you included all of the last 3 weeks of false labor contractions, this would be anything but long. As we waited to be fully admitted, his heart rate kept getting lower. Twenty minutes pass, and they come in to break her water so they can read his heart beat. Then it was time to go get him out2; it was too risky to do things the natural way, the way we had planned and practiced. We wanted to be calm, peaceful, and have him next to us from the start. But he, like his parents, was impatient had other plans.

From the time they said they were going to admit us to the time that he was born was 32 minutes. They allowed me to see him 15 min later, after knowing that my wife was ok, and that we had a healthy baby boy.

I cannot tell you the plethora of emotions that flowed through me those first moments of meeting him. He seemed so small (7lbs 1oz), so fragile, yet so full of potential. I knew what loving another person on this earth meant, but I had no idea how it was going to affect me. (After all, that is how we got to this point…) I was in awe of him, and new that I completely loved this child.

And in that moment, everything changed…


1This post is going up 2 weeks late. As it turns out, for his 1st birthday, he ended up getting sick a double-ear and a sinus infection (we have been looking for the gift receipt so that it can be returned). So it’s been a hell of a couple weeks, and we are finally getting back to normal, and therefore a small bit of time to finish this post. Hope you can be ok with that, son…

2I’m skipping a lot. This was seriously the scariest 30 min of our lives. It took a lot from both of us not to lose our minds. All of it happened quickly, so it is too much to go through.