Thursday, January 31, 2013

Guest Post from the Hubby

This is my first attempt to hijack my wife's blog and I hope I survive. 

It has been a three week long ordeal with the "sickness". Well I guess its been a week since the last incident, but it lasted for 3 weeks. My dear sweet wife that is already borderline sick at night because of the pregnancy could only offered up moral support from the other room as I bathed kids, cleaned sheets, and scrubbed the carpet and rugs.  I told her she better make me out to be the best dad and a beyond amazing husband. She has been doing a pretty darn good job so far. She found this video to show me. I guess in my mind if she feeling and is thinking these things about me than that is better than any "thank you" or "your the greatest" she could ever say. This post is not meant to be about me its to let the whole world know that my wife is amazing. She is the best friend anyone could ever have. She is my Eternal Companion and the mother of my children. I would be completely lost (shes not afraid to remind me of this) with out her. Every day I hope that I can find some way to reassure her of my love and commitment to her. 


Thursday, January 24, 2013

He gets his skillz (and sweet follow through) from his momma.

His fans... preoccupied.

A few weeks ago Zachary got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, only, instead of using his own, he walked into Dave's office and flipped the light, thereby waking David and I.  Of course, we were only awake for a second before we realized what was going on, and drifted back to sleep.  I remember (vaguely) the lights being turned back off, but it seemed much, much later.  One of those weird sleep tricks, I supposed.

The next morning David and I conferred.  It seemed to both of us that Zachary had been up for a long time.  Sure enough, a quick check on the computer's history revealed that Zach had been awake from 2:00- 3:30 am and had perused reading players stats and histories the entire time.  We were rolling with laughter at the 20+ names he had typed into the search bar in hopes of reading more about his favorite players.

One morning while making his bed I found a small notebook, flashlight and pencil. He had recorded page after page after page of what I am assuming are his fantasy teams.  Careful lists of teams, coaches, and players, names I know nothing about, filled the front and back of each sheet.

We are not a professional sports watching family.  Playing sports, sure, watching family play sports, absolutely.  But you won't ever find a game on our television (no cable = no espn).  I can't help but think that some of this is just in his genes (it's how I remember my little and some of it is just this awesome stage he is in (think The Sandlot movie).  Either way, I'm a fan.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

begin again

I've wanted to come back to this space for so long, exciting that today's the day.  More than once over this little break I've pulled up a picture or story from the blog to show or tell someone.  (Even my sister did the same.)  I miss recording those bits of life.

November and December were quite a doozy, mostly because I felt so horrible.  With each pregnancy I've experienced morning sickness to a greater degree.  I was so hoping to escape that pattern, but no such luck.  I'm 17 weeks, and due in June. (eee!) And, and, so happy to be feeling better.  It's made all the difference.  We are totally the crazy family that just moved into the neighborhood that has "all those kids".  Some friends jumping on the trampoline (before it met it's demise) said to Zach, "Your mom is having another baby!" It's ok, I'll gladly accept the title.  My perfectly biased opinion is that our children are wonderful, kind and talented...of course we hoped for more.  (But if you cornered me right this second I would tell you without skipping a beat...we're done thankyouverymuch).

And so, with that one little detail, I cut myself a whole lotta slack during the holidays.  It was the first year since we've been married I did not send out a Christmas card.  And in my dismal and hormonal state I was a total grump (that's phrasing it generously) during one particular family gathering (that we hosted) oops.  oh dear.

I want to just mention one other very poignant December experience.  I was able to attend the funeral for sweet Emilie Parker (her mother, a dear "Oregon girls" friend) who was killed in the Newtown shooting.  Her services in Utah, just days before Christmas, were absolutely beautiful.  It's the sort of thing I'm not really ready to describe other than to say that with both their silent and spoken testimonies I have been impacted by Alissa and Robbie in such a positive way that it leaves me wishing desperately (and quite impossibly) that I could just repay even a small portion.  They are continually in my prayers.

There is always more.                    
And that's why I'm happy to be back here again.
To keep, capture and record a little bit more.