Category Archives: Family (mine, usually)

Wrap up

Today is the last day before Tracey and the girls come home, and naturally I’m at work. I have to work tomorrow, as well, but since their flight doesn’t arrive until 6:25 there is plenty of time to work, finish laundry, and get to DIA on time. As of the last update I still had […]

Tracey and girls OK

Thanks to those of you that have expressed concern over my family’s safety. They’ve not been affected by the blast in London today, but pray for the people who were. Something’s shitty when your 4 year old says, “Daddy, a bomb went off here.”

UPDATE: For my news updates, I’m following English bloggers Tim Worstall and […]

Now what?

Tracey called me at work today. A very nice surprise! In the course of the conversation she says, though, “Guess what? I bought new curtains!” Really, what color are they? “They’re white, and we can do all white on the windows now!” All white, great. Hmm. So I had to tell her. So much for […]

Things to do when the family returns

I can finally start thinking about it. Girl in Right lives in one of the most beautiful places ever and recommends a good hike. I meant to link to this last week, but it seemed too far away from the Triumphant Return. Considering that Tracey still acts like a little girl when it snows, and […]

Project updates

Big Project While Tracey is gone #1 is not quite halfway finished. Half of the hill in the back garden is gone and is now sitting in my driveway (anyone need any dirt?). I’ll finish digging in the next week. Then all the sub-projects that came out of this Big Project - rerun the sprinkler […]

Mom’s card

Isn’t this exactly what you want in a card from Mom?
A man can’t be measured
by people he knows
or money, possesions, or fame.
What counts, when the dust
has all settled, is how
he’s lived up to his name.
Has he loved with the whole of his being?
Been honest, no matter the game?
Then he’s someone
important who matters a lot,
for a […]

Birthday!

Mine and Emma’s actually. We “did” Casa Bonita the other night, last night we saw some old friends and went for a bike ride. Tonight we’ll have cake and ice cream and go to dinner with family (yes, absolutely in that order - then we’ll probably come home and have more cake and ice cream!) […]

Birthday dinner

Yes, I know I said our birthday is Thursday! But when asked where she would like to go for her birthday, Emma said “the restaurant with the caves!” and how can you resist that? So, we’re off to Casa Bonita again and the worst Mexican food of all time. From the website:
Casa Bonita opened early […]

Me, too…

Emma and I were watching the Looney Tunes movie the other night - the one with Brendan Fraser (side note; who is this guy’s agent? does he actually look for the worst possible movie in which to put his client?). After something silly between Bugs and Daffy, Emma looked up and said, “If I had […]

Sore

Ouch. I took The Fluff for a bike ride when I got home from work. Her longest bike ride ever, as it turns out. Naturally we live on a hill - who doesn’t, after all? Uphill both ways, I’m sure. Up our street (cake - just getting started, I wasn’t tired yet) and down the […]

Alert the Media!

Rosie just climbed (crawled) up the steps by herself. 7 steps, no help. And a great big smile!
UPDATE: not to be outdone, Emma used a knife and fork at dinner (a nice, proper roast chicken) - she’s three. Aaah, the English….

Good Daddy

After we pulled into the church parking lot on our way to preschool (hers, not mine), Emma hopped out of the car, looked me up and down and said, “you did a good job driving today, Daddy.”
So there, I’ve gotten something right today!

Still here

Rosie’s come down with pneumonia, though.

Daddy blogging

At first I figured that the Christmas lights would stay up through the twelve days of Christmas. Then it snowed. Okay, next dry day, they come down, I thought. Then I (finally) got a job. Okay, good - that’s a decent excuse. The lights will have to wait ’till a day off. Day off - […]

No Bull!

There’s the fluffy one, Emma. Not to be outdone, Rosie jumped on:

Notice the feet behind the bull. No, the ones in the tennis shoes, I mean. That’s Tracey - with her arms fully extended above her head to hold the baby. That’s how big that bull was!