Showing posts with label Dear Daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Daddy. Show all posts
Monday, September 14
Monday, August 31
Thursday, August 13
Yin and Yang
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10 years ago tomorrow - I married the man who has held me while I cried, cheered me when I won, encouraged me when I wasn't sure, laughed at my nuttiness, called me on my bullshit, made me laugh until I cried, listened when I just needed to talk - ad nauseam, and loved me through it all.
During those 10 years -
One Condo
3 dogs - 2 died quickly and suddenly
Two job losses
A ferocious, and ultimately successful fertility battle
A move across country
Aching loneliness so far from home
The birth of our first miracle child - humbled by it all and incredulous that she made it
Postpartum Depression
A house
The miracle of the natural conception and birth of our second child
A move across country
The lifting of postpartum and the ability to see the sun again
5 years home with my babies
Goodbye full-time mommy, hello career-track
Good days, bad days
A lot of life
And through it all - the one constant
Dave
If there is a yin to my yang, he is it.
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10 years ago tomorrow - I married the man who has held me while I cried, cheered me when I won, encouraged me when I wasn't sure, laughed at my nuttiness, called me on my bullshit, made me laugh until I cried, listened when I just needed to talk - ad nauseam, and loved me through it all.
During those 10 years -
One Condo
3 dogs - 2 died quickly and suddenly
Two job losses
A ferocious, and ultimately successful fertility battle
A move across country
Aching loneliness so far from home
The birth of our first miracle child - humbled by it all and incredulous that she made it
Postpartum Depression
A house
The miracle of the natural conception and birth of our second child
A move across country
The lifting of postpartum and the ability to see the sun again
5 years home with my babies
Goodbye full-time mommy, hello career-track
Good days, bad days
A lot of life
And through it all - the one constant
Dave
If there is a yin to my yang, he is it.
**
Saturday, August 1
Hmmm
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Mommy loves baubles and shiny things, and DH loves her. Hmmmm - I see baubles and shiny things....,
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Mommy loves baubles and shiny things, and DH loves her. Hmmmm - I see baubles and shiny things....,
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Friday, April 17
Donuts with Dad
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That's my adorable hubby and my precious little girl. How cute are they? Thanks TBES!
That's my adorable hubby and my precious little girl. How cute are they? Thanks TBES!**
Sunday, April 5
Division of Labor
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I really would like to be all things to my children. I do, however realize that there are some things that Dave is simply better at than I am.
Example: School and homework.
I was the “OMG, will she ever make through high school?” girl. (Wow, were they all surprised when I put myself through college! OK. Blatant self-pat on the back, but my reputation is at stake. ☺)
And Dave was the high school valedictorian, with multiple college scholarships.
For me, homework was a chore at best, and punishment at worst! Hated it—saw very little long-term benefit and lots of short-term downside.
For Dave, it was just a natural consequence of life—something that you do. Period.
So, Dave has naturally fallen into the role of tutor. I watch him with Alex and am simultaneously proud and envious.
She is in this place of explosive growth—reading, writing, vocabulary, math—and I am so proud of her. I would so love to be the one to guide her along this critical path. But, I realize, this is not for me. Dave is much more naturally suited for this role. The pride I feel while watching the two of them is indescribable. The bond between the two of them is deep and profound.
A little girl and her daddy…., So simple, and conversely so complex. There is something in this that speaks to the very soul of me.
The bond between a mother and daughter is irreplaceable, but the relationship with her dad can set the course of future relationships (sans intense therapy). And, even if I get very little else ‘right’ while raising my girls, this one thing—the choice of their daddy—will take them the distance.
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I really would like to be all things to my children. I do, however realize that there are some things that Dave is simply better at than I am.
Example: School and homework.
I was the “OMG, will she ever make through high school?” girl. (Wow, were they all surprised when I put myself through college! OK. Blatant self-pat on the back, but my reputation is at stake. ☺)
And Dave was the high school valedictorian, with multiple college scholarships.
For me, homework was a chore at best, and punishment at worst! Hated it—saw very little long-term benefit and lots of short-term downside.
For Dave, it was just a natural consequence of life—something that you do. Period.
So, Dave has naturally fallen into the role of tutor. I watch him with Alex and am simultaneously proud and envious.
She is in this place of explosive growth—reading, writing, vocabulary, math—and I am so proud of her. I would so love to be the one to guide her along this critical path. But, I realize, this is not for me. Dave is much more naturally suited for this role. The pride I feel while watching the two of them is indescribable. The bond between the two of them is deep and profound.
A little girl and her daddy…., So simple, and conversely so complex. There is something in this that speaks to the very soul of me.
The bond between a mother and daughter is irreplaceable, but the relationship with her dad can set the course of future relationships (sans intense therapy). And, even if I get very little else ‘right’ while raising my girls, this one thing—the choice of their daddy—will take them the distance.
**
Thursday, February 19
Going Solo
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With a little help from her Dad, she's mastered the 2-wheeler!
Just two weekends and she's a master.
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With a little help from her Dad, she's mastered the 2-wheeler!
Just two weekends and she's a master.
**
Tuesday, February 17
Our Newest Little Soccer Star
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And look at her go! She's a natural.
Takes after her big sister.
And Coach Dave rocks!
"Ok, kids. The goal is in this direction."
"Whew! Momma - this is exhausting!"
Until next week...,
**
Starting out strong - focused and excited..,
And look at her go! She's a natural.
Takes after her big sister.
And Coach Dave rocks!
"Ok, kids. The goal is in this direction."
"Whew! Momma - this is exhausting!"
Until next week...,**
Friday, February 13
One Proud Daddy-One Excited Girl
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The first Father-Daughter dance. They couldn't have been any cuter!
And the professional photo.
Wednesday, February 11
25 Things About Lil Ole Dave...,
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**Thoughts by Dave Hart**
1. I'm not a big fan of introspection.
2. I am, however, an occasional smart ass.
3. I've written three books and didn't sell enough to cover the publisher's very modest advances. Before you ask, they are books about Macs, two of which predate Mac OS X, so they no longer have any useful information.
4. I worked three summers cleaning salmon in Alaska. I believe I have made more money heading and gutting fish than writing books. Now I'm sad.
5. These days, I have a job that I have difficulty explaining to innocent bystanders. My job title is TeraGrid Area Director of User-Facing Projects and Core Services. See? That didn't help at all, did it? Suffice it to say, I work hard to put your tax dollars to good use.
6. I would one day like to hike the Appalachian Trail, from Georgia to Maine.
7. I watch too much TV, but I can't seem to stop.
8. I've run two marathons and finished both times. I learned I'm definitely not Kenyan. Maybe I'll try again in a few years, but that's enough for now.
9. My younger daughter wants to be a unicorn when she grows up, and with advances in genetic engineering and stem cell research, who's to say she won't?
10. My older daughter was born on the same day that the Space Shuttle Columbia burned up on re-entry (Feb. 1, 2003).
11. I don't believe in omens.
12. I have bachelor's and master's degrees in computer science and I work at the San Diego Supercomputer Center. I was hired there as a writer.
13. I have virtually no interest in professional or collegiate sports. It's amazing how easy it is to find parking on Superbowl Sunday.
14. I like playing sports, though. I'm not a bad volleyball player, for a guy who's 5'8". In my youth, I competed in softball, swimming, and soccer.
15. I make terrific whole-wheat pancakes from scratch. Pretty good waffles, too.
16. I took piano all through grade school, taught by a teacher who managed to remove all joy from that activity. There was also a brief and hazily remembered clarinet period sometime before sixth grade. I still, inexplicably, have the clarinet.
17. I still have and used until last month, when it finally got a little too rusty from being stored with sweaty gym clothes, the original Masterlock combination lock I got as a freshman in high school (1981).
18. My 9-11 story: I was in San Diego, and my wife was on business travel at Comdex in Atlanta when the planes struck. She called. The best advice I have ever given: "Hang up and rent a car. Now." She and her co-workers drove home.
19. One day I hope to write a novel and have it published. So far, I've only done the former. For the latter, I surmise it would have to be a good novel.
20. I've hitchhiked in Alaska, England/Scotland, France, and Tahiti.
21. I need my coffee in the morning. Without it, by late afternoon, I exhibit all the classic symptoms of caffeine withdrawal: nausea, severe headaches, and being a whiny wuss.
22. I was paid $10 for my second short story to be published in an obscure, low-rent literary journal.
23. On my to-do list, I would like to travel and visit all seven continents. I would also like to work full-time as a freelance writer one day.
24. I am a cynical optimist.
25. My goal in my personal life is to be an excellent father and husband. I am grateful to the many men before me who have set the bar low and made this goal much easier to achieve.
**Thoughts by Dave Hart**
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**Thoughts by Dave Hart**
1. I'm not a big fan of introspection.
2. I am, however, an occasional smart ass.
3. I've written three books and didn't sell enough to cover the publisher's very modest advances. Before you ask, they are books about Macs, two of which predate Mac OS X, so they no longer have any useful information.
4. I worked three summers cleaning salmon in Alaska. I believe I have made more money heading and gutting fish than writing books. Now I'm sad.
5. These days, I have a job that I have difficulty explaining to innocent bystanders. My job title is TeraGrid Area Director of User-Facing Projects and Core Services. See? That didn't help at all, did it? Suffice it to say, I work hard to put your tax dollars to good use.
6. I would one day like to hike the Appalachian Trail, from Georgia to Maine.
7. I watch too much TV, but I can't seem to stop.
8. I've run two marathons and finished both times. I learned I'm definitely not Kenyan. Maybe I'll try again in a few years, but that's enough for now.
9. My younger daughter wants to be a unicorn when she grows up, and with advances in genetic engineering and stem cell research, who's to say she won't?
10. My older daughter was born on the same day that the Space Shuttle Columbia burned up on re-entry (Feb. 1, 2003).
11. I don't believe in omens.
12. I have bachelor's and master's degrees in computer science and I work at the San Diego Supercomputer Center. I was hired there as a writer.
13. I have virtually no interest in professional or collegiate sports. It's amazing how easy it is to find parking on Superbowl Sunday.
14. I like playing sports, though. I'm not a bad volleyball player, for a guy who's 5'8". In my youth, I competed in softball, swimming, and soccer.
15. I make terrific whole-wheat pancakes from scratch. Pretty good waffles, too.
16. I took piano all through grade school, taught by a teacher who managed to remove all joy from that activity. There was also a brief and hazily remembered clarinet period sometime before sixth grade. I still, inexplicably, have the clarinet.
17. I still have and used until last month, when it finally got a little too rusty from being stored with sweaty gym clothes, the original Masterlock combination lock I got as a freshman in high school (1981).
18. My 9-11 story: I was in San Diego, and my wife was on business travel at Comdex in Atlanta when the planes struck. She called. The best advice I have ever given: "Hang up and rent a car. Now." She and her co-workers drove home.
19. One day I hope to write a novel and have it published. So far, I've only done the former. For the latter, I surmise it would have to be a good novel.
20. I've hitchhiked in Alaska, England/Scotland, France, and Tahiti.
21. I need my coffee in the morning. Without it, by late afternoon, I exhibit all the classic symptoms of caffeine withdrawal: nausea, severe headaches, and being a whiny wuss.
22. I was paid $10 for my second short story to be published in an obscure, low-rent literary journal.
23. On my to-do list, I would like to travel and visit all seven continents. I would also like to work full-time as a freelance writer one day.
24. I am a cynical optimist.
25. My goal in my personal life is to be an excellent father and husband. I am grateful to the many men before me who have set the bar low and made this goal much easier to achieve.
**Thoughts by Dave Hart**
**
Saturday, January 24
What Makes A Great Daddy
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Presence. Being there. Being engaged and taking part.
Our girls' daddy is the soccer coach. He has taken the lead in teaching our oldest to read. He gets on the floor to put together puzzles and play board games. He teaches them to play the Wii games and educational video games. He taught our oldest to ride her big girl bike w/out training wheels.
Our girls' daddy speaks kindly to his girls. He talks to them and really listens. He has high expectations, but is keenly aware that they are just kids and should be given the space to be kids.
Our girls are soooo very blessed to have such a wonderfully caring and involved Daddy.
**
Monday, August 18
Mommy and Daddy Go To School
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The night before Alex started kindergarten, Dave and I went to our first teacher/parent conference. A bit intimidating in that we had no idea what to expect, and, on some level, doubted our ability and/or knowledge about "what's best" when it comes to educating our children.
Looking around the room it was easy to pick out the first time parents—all so eager, sitting up straight, paying attention, punctuating the discussions with nervous laughter.
The veterans were all much more easy going—almost smug (ok—not true. I'm just envious at their apparent confidence that this will all work out and that our kids will survive and thrive).
We began to relax a bit as Miss Frobie explained her approach to teaching and the unique details of the kindergarten/1st grade combo class. That is until she put up the daily schedule—"that's too much, she's only five! She's my baby. And my baby is growing up—growing up beautiful." I was oozing with love and pride, and a little apprehension, for my little-big girl.
I turned around and looked at my husband. His eyes were moist and red, he was getting all choked up listening as the principal and kindergarten teacher laid out the schedule and the program for the coming year.
So proud, he was beaming.
God, I LOVE that man!
As much as I love my girls, I know he matches that bond in a visceral way and they are so blessed to have such a great daddy.
I 've heard that the most important relationship that a young girl can have is with her Daddy. If this is true—my girls are all set to rock the world.
**
**
The night before Alex started kindergarten, Dave and I went to our first teacher/parent conference. A bit intimidating in that we had no idea what to expect, and, on some level, doubted our ability and/or knowledge about "what's best" when it comes to educating our children.
Looking around the room it was easy to pick out the first time parents—all so eager, sitting up straight, paying attention, punctuating the discussions with nervous laughter.
The veterans were all much more easy going—almost smug (ok—not true. I'm just envious at their apparent confidence that this will all work out and that our kids will survive and thrive).
We began to relax a bit as Miss Frobie explained her approach to teaching and the unique details of the kindergarten/1st grade combo class. That is until she put up the daily schedule—"that's too much, she's only five! She's my baby. And my baby is growing up—growing up beautiful." I was oozing with love and pride, and a little apprehension, for my little-big girl.
I turned around and looked at my husband. His eyes were moist and red, he was getting all choked up listening as the principal and kindergarten teacher laid out the schedule and the program for the coming year.
So proud, he was beaming.
God, I LOVE that man!
As much as I love my girls, I know he matches that bond in a visceral way and they are so blessed to have such a great daddy.
I 've heard that the most important relationship that a young girl can have is with her Daddy. If this is true—my girls are all set to rock the world.
**
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Thursday, August 14
A Tribute to the Man I Love...,
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...and who loves me. Even when I'm not acting all that lovable, he still loves me. Never wavering, never doubting - he always loves me and I feel safe. Safe enough to be who I am without fear that he'll leave or that his love will change. There is nothing better than knowing, trusting and loving this man.
Everyday that passes I am amazed that I get to spend the rest of my life with him. He brings out the best in me and helps to curb the worst.
Everyone says I'm spoiled. It's true and it's a wonderful thing. I do my best to make sure he feels as spoiled and as loved as I do.
Happy Anniversary, Dave. I love you.
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...and who loves me. Even when I'm not acting all that lovable, he still loves me. Never wavering, never doubting - he always loves me and I feel safe. Safe enough to be who I am without fear that he'll leave or that his love will change. There is nothing better than knowing, trusting and loving this man.
Everyday that passes I am amazed that I get to spend the rest of my life with him. He brings out the best in me and helps to curb the worst.
Everyone says I'm spoiled. It's true and it's a wonderful thing. I do my best to make sure he feels as spoiled and as loved as I do.
Happy Anniversary, Dave. I love you.
***
Monday, June 16
A Father's Day Note
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Sometimes you find the perfect card...,
"After all these years together as husband and wife, the most important thing I've learned is that love is a whole lot more than flowers and candlelight. (Though, flowers and candlelight are always nice.)
It's sticking together during those times when you're short on money, patience, and confidence.It's taking turns getting up with sick children, sacrificing something you want for something the family needs, and always being willing to listen.
We've been through a lot together and yet we've always emerged closer and stronger than before. I don't know if I could have made it through without you there by my side.
You're my lover and my friend, and no matter what life holds in store, I can handle it as long as I have you."
Happy Father's Day, with all my love,
Casey
Sometimes you find the perfect card...,
"After all these years together as husband and wife, the most important thing I've learned is that love is a whole lot more than flowers and candlelight. (Though, flowers and candlelight are always nice.)
It's sticking together during those times when you're short on money, patience, and confidence.It's taking turns getting up with sick children, sacrificing something you want for something the family needs, and always being willing to listen.
We've been through a lot together and yet we've always emerged closer and stronger than before. I don't know if I could have made it through without you there by my side.
You're my lover and my friend, and no matter what life holds in store, I can handle it as long as I have you."
Happy Father's Day, with all my love,
Casey
Wednesday, June 11
Daddy Rocks-26.2 in 3:53
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Was there ever any doubt?
Daddy rocks!! He shaved off almost one minute per mile, coming in at 3 hours 53 minutes!! And, although this year was smooth sailing for the girls and I, Daddy's run was rough.
The girls and I had a much easier time this year, with a little help from people around us who took pity on the poor mom trying to wrangle two small kids in the midst of the chaos. And, once I told the story of last year's "incident," (oh yes, I milked that little saga) two people we now call our Trolley Angels took us under their wing and conducted crowd control along the way.
The girls had a grand time, telling me again and again, "Mommy, there are a lot of people in 'Daddy's marathon.' " They're convinced this was all about Daddy and everyone else, well, there were just tagging along. (He is so clearly their hero.)
Was there ever any doubt?
Daddy rocks!! He shaved off almost one minute per mile, coming in at 3 hours 53 minutes!! And, although this year was smooth sailing for the girls and I, Daddy's run was rough.
The girls and I had a much easier time this year, with a little help from people around us who took pity on the poor mom trying to wrangle two small kids in the midst of the chaos. And, once I told the story of last year's "incident," (oh yes, I milked that little saga) two people we now call our Trolley Angels took us under their wing and conducted crowd control along the way.
The girls had a grand time, telling me again and again, "Mommy, there are a lot of people in 'Daddy's marathon.' " They're convinced this was all about Daddy and everyone else, well, there were just tagging along. (He is so clearly their hero.)
We were able to find Daddy at mile 9,
(Hi-fives for the girls)
Mile 21
And mile 23!!
He looked great each time we saw him, just a little more sweaty, and he was sooo happy the girls were there to cheer him on, "GO DADDY!!" "HURRAY DADDY!!" "DADDY ROCKS!!"
After the run was over, we went to the predetermined meeting place and waited. We made several calls to Daddy's voice mail and waited. When Dave finally called, I said, "Where are you?"
"In the medical tent," and the hair on the back of my neck stood up, I took a breath.
"Are you OK?"
"I am now. Can you come and get me?"
Apparently something happened early in the race and Dave got a stitch in his side at about mile 13. And, true to his character, he kept going, determined to achieve his goal of finishing under 4 hours. From that point forward, Dave said, the run was pretty miserable.
At the end of the marathon, his electrolytes were so low that he became fuzzy headed. He said his tongue felt swollen and he couldn't complete a thought, much less a sentence.
Dave knew he wasn't in any condition to come and find us, so he went to the medical tent. They threw salt in his mouth, told him to lie down and, after what seemed like an extraordinary amount of time, finally gave him liquid and a banana.
As he was lying there, his legs began to cramp up so severely he was cursing at the pain. By the time we arrived at the medical tent, the pain had begun to subside, but not entirely.
(That's a grimace, as Dave fights off the pain.Rachel and Alex were more than
a little worried about Daddy at this point.)
Once the girls sat with him and hugged on him, and looked up at him with worry in their little eyes—Dave gathered up all he had left, pulled it together amazingly quickly, and was up, pretty much recovered. (Evidence of the healing power of children.)
Once he stood up and walked out of the medical tent...,
I knew he was 'OK.' I hugged him and shed a few salty tears, intently aware of how much I love him and can't imagine anything happening to him. And, at the same time, soooo proud.
He did it—in 3 hours and 53 minutes!!
The next day, other than being tired and amazingly hungry, Dave was back to normal. No extreme soreness or injury. He actually felt better, after the fact, than last year.
But he's done with Marathons. At least for now...,
**
Sunday, June 1
Smooth Beginnings
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Is the second time a charm? Could be.
The drop was smooth sailing. From last year's experience, we learned NOT to follow directions and travel with the mob heading to the start. As locals, we found a better (READ: faster, stress free) route.
Dave's now at the starting line getting ready to embark on what I can only call insanity. We're home for a quick shower, breakfast and then off on our point-to-point adventure to find Daddy along the way.
Good luck Daddy!
**
Is the second time a charm? Could be.
The drop was smooth sailing. From last year's experience, we learned NOT to follow directions and travel with the mob heading to the start. As locals, we found a better (READ: faster, stress free) route.
Dave's now at the starting line getting ready to embark on what I can only call insanity. We're home for a quick shower, breakfast and then off on our point-to-point adventure to find Daddy along the way.
Good luck Daddy!
**
Saturday, May 31
Deja Vu
**
One year ago this weekend, we were preparing for Dave's first marathon. How was I involved in the preparation? Solid question.
In retrospect, it really seemed like an easy task. The supportive wife and mom, transporting beloved hubby to the starting line (at 5 a.m.!) and then toting the kids from point to point to watch said husband accomplish one of his life-long goals.
The real story was a bit more harried than all that. (Click here to relive my chaos. Yes, I'm shamelessly seeking sympathy.)
This year's marathon is just a few hours away and, like last year, we're fighting off the first of the summer cold viruses. Rachel and I have been hit the hardest, but Dave didn't escape it entirely, even though we've done our best to keep away from him.
On the plus side, Dave survived the training season without injury, I don't have any broken appendages, and Dave won't be boarding a red-eye to the east coast at days end.
Last year's marathon got off to a rocky start, with Dave stressing he'd miss the start as we fought gridlock traffic getting there. We made it (in spite of the fact that we had to pull over ON THE FREEWAY, at 5 a.m, in gridlock traffic, so that newly potty trained Rachel could use our little port-a-potty), but it was a little too close, so this year we're starting out at 4 FREAKIN' a.m.
Compared to Dave, though, we've got the easy part. The girls and I will get to go back home for a little nap and a leisurely breakfast while Daddy starts off his 100 mile run (seriously, anything beyond a couple miles might as well be 100). Dave's goal is to finish within 4 hours.
He is either more determined and focused than I am or just a little bit crazier. It's anyone's guess. (And if you know us at all, you know which is closer to the truth!)
But either way, you GO Daddy. We're proud of you and we'll be there rooting for you along the way, and cheering as you cross the finish line.
You ROCK!
**
One year ago this weekend, we were preparing for Dave's first marathon. How was I involved in the preparation? Solid question.
In retrospect, it really seemed like an easy task. The supportive wife and mom, transporting beloved hubby to the starting line (at 5 a.m.!) and then toting the kids from point to point to watch said husband accomplish one of his life-long goals.
The real story was a bit more harried than all that. (Click here to relive my chaos. Yes, I'm shamelessly seeking sympathy.)
This year's marathon is just a few hours away and, like last year, we're fighting off the first of the summer cold viruses. Rachel and I have been hit the hardest, but Dave didn't escape it entirely, even though we've done our best to keep away from him.
On the plus side, Dave survived the training season without injury, I don't have any broken appendages, and Dave won't be boarding a red-eye to the east coast at days end.
Last year's marathon got off to a rocky start, with Dave stressing he'd miss the start as we fought gridlock traffic getting there. We made it (in spite of the fact that we had to pull over ON THE FREEWAY, at 5 a.m, in gridlock traffic, so that newly potty trained Rachel could use our little port-a-potty), but it was a little too close, so this year we're starting out at 4 FREAKIN' a.m.
Compared to Dave, though, we've got the easy part. The girls and I will get to go back home for a little nap and a leisurely breakfast while Daddy starts off his 100 mile run (seriously, anything beyond a couple miles might as well be 100). Dave's goal is to finish within 4 hours.
He is either more determined and focused than I am or just a little bit crazier. It's anyone's guess. (And if you know us at all, you know which is closer to the truth!)
But either way, you GO Daddy. We're proud of you and we'll be there rooting for you along the way, and cheering as you cross the finish line.
You ROCK!
**
Tuesday, April 8
One of Those Days
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How does it happen? Why does it happen? Does every child and pup have a little alter ego (we'll call lil’ satan) just waiting to get out? Just waiting for the briefest of lapses to escape and wreck havoc?
The first crisis of the night—killing the dog—was narrowly averted because we thought that a bloody canine carcas would scare the children. Oh yes, we were ready to kill that little four-legged monster after finding that Ziggy had climbed up on the DINING room table to 'mark' his territory while we were at work/school. UGH! (Death? No. Relocation? Very likely.)
We recovered surprisingly quickly. But, seriously, what the hell happened to this day? First the dog and then the girls...,
One minute the girls are painting Daddy's finger nails (oh - we'll get back that in a minute) and dancing to the Wiggles sound track with Mommy, and the next they simply lost their little minds w/ shrieks of emotional agony at having to go to bed.
What the ....? This is not our typical evening and you'd think they'd have learned that this does not fly with mommy. "Fussing doesn't change anything - good night girls." Door closes, shrieking continues for about 3 minutes and, finally, silence. ahhh.
But now, at the end of the evening, after a urine soaked dinner table, and two preschooler-sized meltdowns, Dave and I are DONE!
This photo is the only saving grace. Little Ray painting Daddy's nails. Don't you just have to smile? Gotta love him. And Daddy definitely loves his girls.
Gotta love that man.
**
How does it happen? Why does it happen? Does every child and pup have a little alter ego (we'll call lil’ satan) just waiting to get out? Just waiting for the briefest of lapses to escape and wreck havoc?
The first crisis of the night—killing the dog—was narrowly averted because we thought that a bloody canine carcas would scare the children. Oh yes, we were ready to kill that little four-legged monster after finding that Ziggy had climbed up on the DINING room table to 'mark' his territory while we were at work/school. UGH! (Death? No. Relocation? Very likely.)
We recovered surprisingly quickly. But, seriously, what the hell happened to this day? First the dog and then the girls...,
One minute the girls are painting Daddy's finger nails (oh - we'll get back that in a minute) and dancing to the Wiggles sound track with Mommy, and the next they simply lost their little minds w/ shrieks of emotional agony at having to go to bed.
What the ....? This is not our typical evening and you'd think they'd have learned that this does not fly with mommy. "Fussing doesn't change anything - good night girls." Door closes, shrieking continues for about 3 minutes and, finally, silence. ahhh.
But now, at the end of the evening, after a urine soaked dinner table, and two preschooler-sized meltdowns, Dave and I are DONE!
This photo is the only saving grace. Little Ray painting Daddy's nails. Don't you just have to smile? Gotta love him. And Daddy definitely loves his girls.
Gotta love that man. **
Monday, March 3
Saturday, January 26
He is My Soft Place to Fall
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"Easy Silence"
When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind
Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving
Burning fumes of gasoline
And everyone is running
And I come to find a refuge in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Monkeys on the barricades
Are warning us to back away
They form commissions trying to find
The next one they can crucify
And anger plays on every station
Answers only make more questions
I need something to believe in
Breathe in sanctuary in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Children lose their youth too soon
Watching war made us immune
And I've got all the world to lose
But I just want to hold on to the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
~ Music and Lyrics By: Emily Robinson, Natalie Maines, Dan Wilson ~
**
"Easy Silence"
When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind
Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving
Burning fumes of gasoline
And everyone is running
And I come to find a refuge in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Monkeys on the barricades
Are warning us to back away
They form commissions trying to find
The next one they can crucify
And anger plays on every station
Answers only make more questions
I need something to believe in
Breathe in sanctuary in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Children lose their youth too soon
Watching war made us immune
And I've got all the world to lose
But I just want to hold on to the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
~ Music and Lyrics By: Emily Robinson, Natalie Maines, Dan Wilson ~
**
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