3 months ago this minute

19 11 2008

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Today is our daughter’s 3 month birthday.  In fact, this post was published exactly 3 months to the minute after her birth.  I can’t believe how fast that time has gone by.

This week my wife started a new blog.  Her first post was a narrative of the day our daughter was born.  Check it out.

Happy birthday, my little baby angel.





Learning new things

5 09 2008

Sorry for the lack of posts.  Things have been crazy around here (to say the least).  But I did want to make a quick post today to let the world know that our two boys have been learning some new things this week.  Our oldest son finally learned to swing by himself.  In addition, he is now riding his training bicycle we got him for christmas last year.  (He has hardly touched it in the 9 months we have had it).  Our youngest son has now learned to ride his trike.  He hasn’t really learned steering but he has got pedaling down.

One more thing.  Today is my beautiful wife’s 32nd birthday.  Happy birthday, babe!  You are my best friend!  And, our kids definitely hit the momma lottery!





Painters

3 06 2008

PaintersWe have had some painting going on around our house.

We got the outside of our house painted the past couple of days.  It looks nice.  It is a light green with darker green trim.  (The color is still growing on me.)  The door, I think, really looks nice.  Of course, I have no right to complain since my wife picked out the colors.  And, if she is happy, then I am happy!  Because I really don’t care that much about the color.

The painters are going over to our rental house today to paint.  I am anxious to see how that one turns out.

Boy, our painter sure is a talker.  Within 20 minutes of meeting the man, I had learned about how he had made 200K in one day once flipping 79 houses, how he had a collection of 500gigs worth of country music mp3s, how he had turned down a teaching job because they were off by $1,000 in their negotiations, how he had spent time whipping HS students into shape during one stint as a substitute chemistry teacher, how my kids’ playset will last 60 years if I treat it once a year, how I should consider planting red oaks in my yard because they will last forever, and how he was an active member at his church in the midcities.  And, that’s just the things I can remember off the top of my head.  Outgoing guy…

My boys have been doing some painting of their own.  Sunday they were out with the paint brushes “painting” the playset.  According to them, they were painting it purple!  Of course when they got done they wanted to help the painters on the house but I told them to add another coat of purple to their swingset.

Then yesterday, they created some authentic paintings while I was at work.  I think they spent more time painting themselves than the paper.  You should have seen the bathtub…full of grayish blue water!!





My weed

10 05 2008

My WeedLet me state right up front that this post has absolutely nothing to do with marijuana.  Sorry for anyone that may have stumbled their way into my blogosphere thinking they were going to hear all about my stash of hash.

OK, now that that is cleared up…

Mowing the yard used to give me a small sense of pride and accomplishment.  Now, it only makes me feel like a complete failure.

I just came in from mowing my weed.  One weed…singular.  As in my entire lawn is one big weed.  I honestly don’t know where I went wrong with this lawn.  And, it’s not like I don’t have any experience in this area.  Afterall, mowing yards was my main source of spending money during high school.  But, somewhere between then and now, I have completely lost control of my landscape situation.

I feel like I have covered all the basics.  I fertilize. I water. I edge, weed-eat and mow…but it just keeps getting worse.  This spring, I even aerated the entire surface.  And, it even worked…now my weed is growing like never before.

So what the heck do I do now?  Do I throw my hands in the air and hope the problem just goes away?  Do I pay a professional landscaper to swoop in and rescue this miserable turf?  Or maybe, do I just rip it all out and lay completely new sod?

I wish I had the answer.  Oh well.  But, I do know one thing for sure.  In the grand scheme of the world, there are certainly worse problems I could be facing.  I am very blessed to have a roof over my head, let alone a luxurious weed to encircle it.  I am even more blessed to have a beautiful family who, truth be told, probably takes my time and attention away from that wild plant growing outside our windows.  And, if that raging source of frustration between my house and the sidewalk is nothing more than a sign that my priorities are in fact in the correct order, then I guess it is what it is.  This weed may grow wild, but maybe it’s best if I simply aim to contain it.  Instead of trying to get my arms around this as a problem, I will focus more on keeping my arms around my wife and kids.  Instead of trying to attack this issue at its core, maybe I should just let it go…let the weed go where it will.  Maybe instead of feeling like a failure whenever I try to tame this out of control growing patch of chlorophyll, I should feel like a success where things really count.

I don’t know.  Maybe I am just trying to cheer myself up and make myself feel a little better.  But, it may have even worked…now my weed is growing like never before.