A new arrival

But not of the aviation kind!
In just about six months, our family will grow a little when Oliver or Fiona arrives. In the meantime, he or she is known as Fioliver.



Since we found out a few weeks ago, things have been in overdrive. Renovation of our very old and decrepit house has occupied most of our recent days off and we hope to sell it after the holidays to move into a nicer and more baby-friendly house.
Also, Fioliver's journey to us has forced me to trade in my beloved and oh-so-fun black BMW Z4. I haven't done it yet, but it will only be a matter of weeks before I am behind the wheel of a Camry or something similar, which won't hug curves with as much grace or accelerate with such ease and power but will be able to accommodate a baby seat.
The greatest change of all, however, is that of becoming a father. While Fioliver measures only 6 centimeters right now, I can't help but think of him (or her) as a little person. The idea that Jen and I have made a person and will be responsible for his (or her...) safety, health and well-being is intimidating but also so awesome that the smaller, petty things in life have all but vanished.
I can't wait to take him (or her...) flying.