I’ll start off with a very funny exchange between my wife and Reece, as mommy was changing a very poopy diaper last Friday. “That’s a big poop, Reecie.” “No mommy, it’s not. It’s a Good Lord.” “What?” “It’s a Good Lord, Mommy. That’s what Daddy always says.” He sits up just a bit, looks at the poop, shakes his head a bit, and says in a near perfect imitation of my inflection…. Read More
I hit the wall last weekend. I’d read myself into a stupor. I tried to pick up a new book after finishing ‘The Motion of the Ocean’, but my give a damn index for reading had suddenly hit zero. This happens to me every once in a while. Sometimes it’s after a really good book that I don’t think any other can measure up to. Sometimes I’ve just read so much in… Read More
Bedtimes for 3 year olds are a bit of a challenge. Tonight was extraordinary. # of Bathroom trips: 2 # of Poopy Diapers after bathroom trips: 1 # of shredded books: 1 # of broken closet shelves: 2 # of times door opened with one kid crying because he pushed me or she hit me: 2 # of times Daddy walked into bedroom to find kids hanging off the headboards of their… Read More
I’m sure I’m not the only one who ties certain songs to phases, days or people of my life. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what songs have are part of my personal history. In some cases, it’s more than a song, its a whole album. The albums tend to remind me of years. Singles remind me of people, or emotions. The emergence of digital downloads will undoubtedly have a huge… Read More
We did not ride. The weather failed to cooperate, and the couch and the kids did. So instead of trying to ride two days in a row, I napped, and drank hot apple cider. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday.
As I said in my last blog entry, I just finished reading ‘The Motion of the Ocean’, and also mentioned that I used to have B-HAGs of my own, including my two or three years of long distance cycling. I was living in Colorado at the time, didn’t know a whole lot of people, and started riding my bike for exercise. I then started getting more and more serious until I was… Read More
I finished a couple of books this week, despite a new addiction to the TV show Dexter, which is chewing up my evenings at an astonishing rate, and giving me weird dreams to boot. “The Motion of the Ocean” by Janna Cawrse Esarey is a true story of a Janna and her husband Graeme’s Big Hairy Audacious Goal (B-HAG)to quit their jobs and take a two year honeymoon by sailing 17000 miles… Read More