Here are some little videos I took at the hospital. Enjoy!
We've had some funny experiences with the name. Mom guessed it on her first try, perhaps because there's a Sam in their congregation. Grandma Seitz also got it with just one hint, and, after being told it was the name of a Biblical book, Emily's dad guessed it.
The middle name was a bit more of a challenge. We liked pairing monosyllabic names with Samuel, and were thinking along the lines of John, Mark, Luke, or Paul. Emily liked the family connection to Paul (which is the name of my uncle and grandfather). I was born on the feast day for Peter and Paul, and I've always liked that the institutionalist Peter was paired with the wandering Paul; in recent history, the date has been important in the ecumenical movement where it has sometimes been used as the occasion for the meeting of Catholic and Orthodox churches. Paul is less popular, but still familiar to many people. My father has always been a big fan of Paul, and Paul wrote the earliest works in the Greek Bible.
That's the big deal. I am feeling some nesting instinct. Not nesting = cleaning, so much as a Desire For Permanancy. The semi-employed junior academic thing is going well, but I'm also wishing for more. I preached on this last week, which was cathartic.
And here are some pictures from a recent shower. Life is exciting!