Safety First

With the news of an impending meteor shower, Karah and Bryce chose to err on the side of caution.

Fathers Day 2012

Only a Dad

BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

Only a dad, with a tired face,

Coming home from the daily race,

Bringing little of gold or fame,

To show how well he has played the game,

But glad in his heart that his own rejoice

To see him come, and to hear his voice.

Only a dad, with a brood of four,

One of ten million men or more.

Plodding along in the daily strife,

Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,

With never a whimper of pain or hate,

For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,

Merely one of the surging crowd

Toiling, striving from day to day,

Facing whatever may come his way,

Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,

And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad, but he gives his all

To smooth the way for his children small,

Doing, with courage stern and grim,

The deeds that his father did for him.

This is the line that for him I pen,

Only a dad, but the best of men.

I couldn't have chosen a better man to be the father of my babies. 

He is our everything.

Beating the Heat....Kinda

It's sad when it's too hot to even swim. 

Yesterday we opted to try and beat the heat with a trip to the Roller Rink.

What a great word...."Rink".

In the past, Bryce has always been an observer. He would look at the skates with  suspicion...as if he knew the skates wanted to break his arm or skin his knee.

Yesterday, Bryce faced his fears head on and decided he needed to get under that Disco Ball and show everyone what he had goin' on.

Sadly, I was at the mercy of my iPhone to photograph this momentous occasion. (I just had to type 'occasion' 4 different times. That's a word that I have never been able to spell. Do you have words like that?)

It was only appropriate that he wore his John Deere socks for his debut.

I loved holding his hand. Yesterday we were walking into Target and he reached up to hold my hand. I thought I was going to melt into a pile of Goo. To me, not much tops the feeling of having your baby's hand in yours. Heaven.

I loved to see him so happy and proud of himself.

Karah was like a gazelle :)

And Bradley was a  speed skating, sweat hog. 

He looks like a bat out of Hell, but don't worry... he's in control. 

Speaking of sweat...we weren't able to escape the heat as much as we had hoped. It was hotter than a brick oven beanery. Once in awhile, we would pass the air vent on the far end of the rink and catch two seconds of air. 

Here I am looking especially delicious and schwetty. At one point I was worried that my sweat was going to cause a hazard to the little kids. 

I was sure someone was going to hit a puddle.

Bradley was mortified that I made him pose. I think he thought that if he didn't look at the camera, it wasn't really happening. Denial is such a beautiful thing. 

Our fun ended the way it usually does at the Roller Rink.... with someone having a panic attack because they can't get their skate off. Today's winner was Boo.

We stopped at Sonic for Happy Hour for a drink. I say that like it was some special treat...when in reality, it's on our daily To-Do list. That probably isn't a good thing. It's crazy what triple digit heat makes you feel entitled to.

One final "Hooray!" for Bryce as he took another step towards becoming a man. Another fear conquered----another skill learned.