Happy New Year to Everyone!
Sonja is gearing up for some crawling for 2007. She has the position down - next step, movement.
Of course we are far from ready for a mobile baby. House is not baby proofed, as our friends with slightly older children can attest to.
So next mission, hide poison, make electricity less accessible and foam proof sharp and pointy corners.
God help us all...
She is also finally getting over RSV (short for really sucky virus) which had mom and dad sleeping in the rocking chair holding Sonja for about a week.
A blog of little note. Mainly a collection of thoughts and observations based on the addition of two daughters to our family... oh yeah and the occasional phobia haiku.
The Family (Mom's Side)
Yes there are 32 of us on my mom's side. This is about half the size of my dad's side so it is the gathering I always call casual. Two of the people in this picture were not even there when the photo was taken...yet through the magic of photoshop they appear. Extra credit to anyone who guess who they are.
Oh yeah, to see the large version of the photo just click on it.
Oh yeah, to see the large version of the photo just click on it.
Christmas and the Eternal (Internal) Cheese Log
Christmas was an overwhelming success (emphasis on overwhelming).
We started with a Christmas eve eve hor's douvers at Aunt Sherry's. It was very nice to have Sonja get to see everyone. Jenn and I both managed to eat our fill of pigs in a blanket, pigs in a blanket with cheese, pesto cheese melt things, summer sausage, crackers and cheese. Noticing a cheese theme here. We washed it all down with some sparkling beverage vs. the hot wassail (because I don't trust anything with a name like wassail ). We managed to vacate the premises by 8:00 and were home in time for Sonja to go to bed at 8:30 and for me to make my second batch of Special K bars for the Christmas Eve celebration the next afternoon.
Christmas Eve was spent at Pat and Doug's home. Everyone was there minus David and Steph (but we understand the lure of Missouri and how it's hard to leave). Sonja hung in there really well despite the massive amount of baby oggling and hugging that took place. Mike and Dana made a persuasive pitch for another visit to Utah (which we are mulling over) and Bryan and I had a brief tech talk interlude with Shawn. Ole, Erik and Johnny kept the cat entertained in the basement.
Christmas day was a bit of a blur for me. The previous night Sonja was getting up every other hour screaming at the top of her lungs. No, she wasn't trying to scare off Santa and his reindeer, rather, she had decided that she would catch a cold for Christmas and become her own mucus factory. So lots of boogers equal lots of congestion and coughing which equals mommy and daddy having to rock her back to sleep over and over because the vertical position drains all the slime out of her head vs the horizontal positioning of her crib.
We started Christmas off by heading over the Pat and Doug's for a light breakfast and a heap of presents for Sonja (Thank you very much Kirsten and Jim for being so generous!) We next headed over to my Grandmother house for celebration with my mom's side of the family. More food and more presents. Lots of fun though as Sonja got to stare at Alex, Brin and Ryan (the other baby/kids of the house). I can tell that she can't wait to get up and running so she can chase all her little friends around. I beat my dad in a 2 out of 3 game of ping-pong which always makes me feel good. I then proceeded to nearly burn the house down by trying to remove a dent from a ping-pong ball with a lighter, this was an e-wiki how-to I thought I would try (warning ping-pong balls are highly flammable). The evening ended with nice conversation and a tired drive back home.
Merry Christmas Everyone and a happy new year!
We started with a Christmas eve eve hor's douvers at Aunt Sherry's. It was very nice to have Sonja get to see everyone. Jenn and I both managed to eat our fill of pigs in a blanket, pigs in a blanket with cheese, pesto cheese melt things, summer sausage, crackers and cheese. Noticing a cheese theme here. We washed it all down with some sparkling beverage vs. the hot wassail (because I don't trust anything with a name like wassail ). We managed to vacate the premises by 8:00 and were home in time for Sonja to go to bed at 8:30 and for me to make my second batch of Special K bars for the Christmas Eve celebration the next afternoon.
Christmas Eve was spent at Pat and Doug's home. Everyone was there minus David and Steph (but we understand the lure of Missouri and how it's hard to leave). Sonja hung in there really well despite the massive amount of baby oggling and hugging that took place. Mike and Dana made a persuasive pitch for another visit to Utah (which we are mulling over) and Bryan and I had a brief tech talk interlude with Shawn. Ole, Erik and Johnny kept the cat entertained in the basement.
Christmas day was a bit of a blur for me. The previous night Sonja was getting up every other hour screaming at the top of her lungs. No, she wasn't trying to scare off Santa and his reindeer, rather, she had decided that she would catch a cold for Christmas and become her own mucus factory. So lots of boogers equal lots of congestion and coughing which equals mommy and daddy having to rock her back to sleep over and over because the vertical position drains all the slime out of her head vs the horizontal positioning of her crib.
We started Christmas off by heading over the Pat and Doug's for a light breakfast and a heap of presents for Sonja (Thank you very much Kirsten and Jim for being so generous!) We next headed over to my Grandmother house for celebration with my mom's side of the family. More food and more presents. Lots of fun though as Sonja got to stare at Alex, Brin and Ryan (the other baby/kids of the house). I can tell that she can't wait to get up and running so she can chase all her little friends around. I beat my dad in a 2 out of 3 game of ping-pong which always makes me feel good. I then proceeded to nearly burn the house down by trying to remove a dent from a ping-pong ball with a lighter, this was an e-wiki how-to I thought I would try (warning ping-pong balls are highly flammable). The evening ended with nice conversation and a tired drive back home.
Merry Christmas Everyone and a happy new year!
Christmas Eve Eve
I realize I haven't been all that verbose as of late. The holidays were a hectic time before Sonja and now that she is here it's...well it's a handful.
Thing are good though and we are in the process of trying to push her daily 4:30am wake up time back to 5:30am... this will involve much crying and screaming but we are growing used to it.
I have a great blog idea I want to write about but I just haven't had the time yet. Until I get the time please enjoy the pictures from a Christmas Eve Eve function we recently attended.
Thing are good though and we are in the process of trying to push her daily 4:30am wake up time back to 5:30am... this will involve much crying and screaming but we are growing used to it.
I have a great blog idea I want to write about but I just haven't had the time yet. Until I get the time please enjoy the pictures from a Christmas Eve Eve function we recently attended.
My Mortal Enemy, James Dyson
James Dyson. My mortal enemy. My wife has a crush on you. She finds you and your ingenious vacuum irresistible. Couple that with your carefree jeans and British accent and I don't stand a chance.
It happened out of the blue one night. She leans over to me and says, "I think that Dyson vacuum cleaner guy is sexy!" Your commercial was not on. We weren't in the process of vacuuming (and, no, I don't own one of your diabolically inventive machines.)
I admit it. I wanted one of your over priced rug-suckers, but now... NEVER! I will pick the dust mites out of my carpet with tweezers and a magnifying glass before I succumb to your seductive sucking machine.
Sexy... You? There are so many better, sexier men for her to like:
Mel Gibson? No wait he has that whole anti-semitic thing.
Tom Cruise? Nope crazy as a loon.
Harrison Ford? lackluster student.
Leonardo DiCaprio? Titanic.
Johnny Depp? Lives in France and owns own island (show off!)
George Clooney? ...... yes, George Clooney, you and your ER, Caesar hairstyle, Oh Brother Where Art Thou, funny, million dollar smile - you're perfect! Why can't my wife have a crush on you? For millions of healthy red-blooded American women you are the shizzle. The dreamy-creamy-ooey-gooey-marshmallowy center of hunkdom.
But no. James Dynson, vacuum man, you are my mortal enemy. It's so hard to hate you and your humble sucking machine, but I must steel my resolve against you. Against you and your steely hair, your less than perfect nose, I will not rest until... until... ok, I WILL rest in about an hour because it's getting late and really who can hate a vacuum cleaner inventor? But just be warned vacuum man, if I am not sleeping, I will be on the look out for you. Keep your innovative hands away from my wife!
It happened out of the blue one night. She leans over to me and says, "I think that Dyson vacuum cleaner guy is sexy!" Your commercial was not on. We weren't in the process of vacuuming (and, no, I don't own one of your diabolically inventive machines.)
I admit it. I wanted one of your over priced rug-suckers, but now... NEVER! I will pick the dust mites out of my carpet with tweezers and a magnifying glass before I succumb to your seductive sucking machine.
Sexy... You? There are so many better, sexier men for her to like:
Mel Gibson? No wait he has that whole anti-semitic thing.
Tom Cruise? Nope crazy as a loon.
Harrison Ford? lackluster student.
Leonardo DiCaprio? Titanic.
Johnny Depp? Lives in France and owns own island (show off!)
George Clooney? ...
But no. James Dynson, vacuum man, you are my mortal enemy. It's so hard to hate you and your humble sucking machine, but I must steel my resolve against you. Against you and your steely hair, your less than perfect nose, I will not rest until... until... ok, I WILL rest in about an hour because it's getting late and really who can hate a vacuum cleaner inventor? But just be warned vacuum man, if I am not sleeping, I will be on the look out for you. Keep your innovative hands away from my wife!
Being a grownup is hard... but it has its rewards
Just sitting with my daughter tonight I found joy. Joy in her smile. Joy in the way she curled up next to me on the floor. Joy in her eyes. I feel really lucky this Christmas.
Sonja in the Exersaucer and Christmas Tree Practice photo
I have my final paper due tomorrow so no time to wast blogging away. Just a few photos...
I have a technology problem
I have a technology problem. Unlike many I don't have a problem with technology, I have a technology problem. The problem is that when I become stressed or overburdened I tend to mitigate this stress through the purchase of some fun techy gadget.
For example, my current Communications Technology class is about a 4 on the ol' stress-o-meter. This equates to my purchasing various X-box games as well as a new 250 GB USB hard drive for my home PC. The birth of my first child, although beautiful and wonderful, was a stressful event in that I had no idea what to expect. This was about a 7 on the stress-o-meter, resulting in the purchase of a new 42" HD television and an X-box 360 game systems.
I like playing with technology, I like figuring it out, evaluating it, seeing if it can help me get more out of life, work, play whatever... What I don't like is this compulsion I feel when I become stressed that somehow spending money will magically make my stress disappear.
Perhaps it's a hangover from the dot com heydays of the late 90's. Technology was going to solve all our problems. I remember one story on the radio about how the internet was going to bring about a society without money. We would all share knowledge and goods and services just to better ourselves as a species... I still cling to part of this dream (probably because it seems that I am personally headed for a reality without money - due to the aforementioned technology problem) - it's a dream I don't want to let die.
Long live the tech revolution!
For example, my current Communications Technology class is about a 4 on the ol' stress-o-meter. This equates to my purchasing various X-box games as well as a new 250 GB USB hard drive for my home PC. The birth of my first child, although beautiful and wonderful, was a stressful event in that I had no idea what to expect. This was about a 7 on the stress-o-meter, resulting in the purchase of a new 42" HD television and an X-box 360 game systems.
I like playing with technology, I like figuring it out, evaluating it, seeing if it can help me get more out of life, work, play whatever... What I don't like is this compulsion I feel when I become stressed that somehow spending money will magically make my stress disappear.
Perhaps it's a hangover from the dot com heydays of the late 90's. Technology was going to solve all our problems. I remember one story on the radio about how the internet was going to bring about a society without money. We would all share knowledge and goods and services just to better ourselves as a species... I still cling to part of this dream (probably because it seems that I am personally headed for a reality without money - due to the aforementioned technology problem) - it's a dream I don't want to let die.
Long live the tech revolution!
Happy Birthday Jenn
We celebrated Jenn's birthday with my family yesterday... about 2 months late... but it was very nice... lots of food and drink and a nice warm fire.
Sonja in the bunny suit
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