More Pics

science museums, ren-festival, parks-oh my!

Coolest Mother in the World

So this weekend was a very busy one indeed my babies. This particular weekend saw me turn 28 and it also marked Jack's second mothers day. I also took my S+ test this week and failed. And Crunchy, Heady Grooves was kicked off of American Idol. The NBA is slowly proving to me that the only way you can win a playoff game it to play at home. And Rachel and I almost ended up chopped up and stuffed in a Hotel room. So without further Ado...

So I studied my @ss off for this test and all I got to show for it was this lame t-shirt that i don't really have. So it's definitely the gift that keeps on giving. I'm not good with failure. I'm not really sure how to handle it. I'm not saying I haven't had my share of epic fails, but with one difference, normally when i fail it's b/c i didn't try. Normally if I put my mind to something, it's happening. That's all there is to it. I think it, and it becomes reality. But this time that wasn't the case. I thought it, and it in turn punched me in the junk.

I'm just glad I have the greatest support system on the planet. My wife, son, my best friend and family. Seriously without those guys I definitely wouldn't have made it this week. Between them watching Jack and keeping up with the house while I studied and them being there for me when I failed. I must be the most blessed guy in this hemisphere.

Which brings me to Mothers Day. Finally Hallmark did something right. Not that they commercialized a day where buying stuff means less then making something heart felt. But they have forced us to think about one of the most important people in our society. The moms. Whether you're dreading finding your mom a present, or you spent 2 weeks sweating ,making sure that special gift you ordered would be in on mothers day. For that one day we all thought about the one person who sacrificed her mind, body and spirit to get us here. She's the one person who thinks you were the smartest kid ever even if you did spend most of high school eating paint. Here's to my mom who has believed in me every second of my life and as if that wasn't good enough loved me too. Here's to my wife who gives me strength every day by her strong example. She carried my son through 9 months of swelling, heart problems, sickness, exhaustion and still came out the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. She is my inspiration and the reason I push my self to be better. I love her more then these paltry words could ever express.

My next shout out goes to all the mothers who are celebrating this day by themselves. You know who you are. Whether its b/c your husband is off trying his best to better his family or whether it's b/c you are a million times better parent without that lousy sperm donor hanging around. I truly take my hats off to you and you have earned my utmost respect. It's the type of respect usually reserved for Dr.'s and scientists. But my respect for you goes higher then that. You can't teach the strength, dignity and love that you women posses. Those things come straight from your heart and perhaps somewhere beyond. I want you to know we are watching. We see when you go without so that your child will have better then you did. We have seen those children s faces as they fill with pride and love at the sight of their mommy. We love you guys and would do anything for you. Again, you know who you are, and if you ever need anything. You can count on us.

Enough of the serious stuff. I'll give you guys a brief overview of the events Rachel and I had at the Double Tree in Murfreesboro. From time to time Rachel and I get a hotel in the area. We love our house and our family, but it's nice to get away to a place where we don't have to wake up early or make the bed. There are no dishes to put away and no grass to cut. I digress, so Saturday we made one of these trips to Double Tree in Murfreesboro. Upon entering our room sitting on top of the night table leaning against a lamp is an index card with the words " I'm So Sorry.." written by a Sharpie in a sloppy almost maniacal way. We both looked at each other and it was understood that this was the beginning to a horror movie. So having a quick wit i decided the best bet would be to call the front desk guy and see if he know who would be killing us. Believe it or not he had no idea who it could be, but he did apologize for us having to see such a weird card in our room. Well things proceed on as they do in hotels and Rachel and I end up needing to make a 12a.m Wal-Mart trip. On our way out, again using my about average intellect I pick up the card to give to the front desk guy in case we do get killed. That way the 5.0 would know that something weird was afoot and that they had handwriting samples. But much to my surprise when I gave it to the front desk guy he said "OK, thanks. I'll make sure this gets shredded." Now we're really thinking "holy crap! they're going to kill us and most likely serve us at the continental breakfast in the morn." So instead of following our instinct and running like hell we proceed to go to Wal-Mart and continue on as normal. When we get back things get really weird. We get on the elevator with the night security man who seems to be nice enough. But as we climb higher we learn that we were completely wrong. By the time we reach our floor we have learned that the night watchman enjoys tormenting people on boats. He likes to find the people who are having motion sickness issues and walk up and start talking about food etc. until hopefully he can make them puke.

At this point Rachel and I are trying to make our way to our room as politely as we can. We eventually break free from his spell and start walking to our room when he yells behind us " Don't worry folks! Nothing bad will happen to you while I'm on watch!" Well that cemented it, we were going to be killed. I know what you are thinking, " If you were killed then how are you writing this Blog?" the answer is quite easy, maybe I'm not jean, maybe I'm a dude in a jean suite writing about killing him? did you ever think about that Mr. smarty pants? do you think you are better then me? you better back up before something bad happens!

When did this blog go sideways? It was all nice and updatey and then BAM! everyone's getting killed. We touched on Mothers day and how awesome my wife is. Then next thing you know it we have stabby mcgee here threatening my readers. I'll fix that. Here are some pictures of a baby doing cute things to get all of this madness off of your mind.

Adios
The Mad Hatter




Tired Baby!



That baby LOVES Shrek



Right here I think he is disapproving of something
that probably isn't Shrek.



Did I mention my wife was gorgeous!

...and then there were 2.

We had an awesome weekend. We hung out at home on Friday. I ran another mysterious fever all night. I don't know what's wrong with me. But anywho, on Saturday we met up with Kat and Wy. After a sweet greeting between the cousins and a couple of naps we decided it was time for some Jazz fest. Kris, JP, Kat, the boys and I got funnel cakes and kicked back to listen to some jazz. It was fun and certainly distracting for the kids. We weren't there long since it was getting pretty cold and very windy--plus we spent half the time in line for funnel cakes. We went back to our house, put the boys to be bed and watched a radiohead session and soon after passed out.
Today Kelly, Kris, Rissy and Adrien came over to hang out--and those lucky dogs got to help me paint. Heh.

But anywho--I have a few pictures to post of Jack and Wyatt. They just happened to have matching dinosaur PJs on and were playing with a big green frog. They were ADORABLE! And you can just see (even at 9 months and 14 months) that they will be in to everything together. It will only get worse years down the road! I am planning on getting some more pics soon. Maybe we can get Jaelyn, Melia, and Alexa involved too! Might be kinda cool to get them in a row by age--little stepping stones













!