In the last few weeks our lives have changed for the better. I have decided that certain people do not understand what a surprise is or what it is supposed to be. Or maybe I am off my rocker.
To start out Nett had her super duper ultrasound with all the bells and whistles trying to tell us if we are having a boy or a girl. Now on a major side track I enjoy certain surprises. Key word certain. I love christmas and the excitement that brings (it is better when you aren't high on lortab). I love finding things you thought were lost (especially money). I also like finding out good news for friends family and of course me. So back to the story. I have never been to an ultrasound let alone been in a room where they do them. So the tech gets nett up on the chair thing and starts rubbing to goop all over her belly and then starts putting this thing on there that of course emits the sound wave and produces a picture.
We were excited to find out and to see the baby move and stuff. Up unto this point Nett had bravely gone to these appointments alone. So the tech starts looking and says first thing, It's A Boy. See right there. So much for building the anticipation. And to top it off the baby decided to behave because dad was around watching. He has enjoyed punching and kicking Nett in the cervix as well as all over, when dad isn't watching. Especially after she eats chocolate or starts tapping her foot to the beat of some music. This of course usually happens when she is at work.
Now everybody wants to know what this poor child's name is. We don't know yet and well it may be a while before we do.
The other fun thing is we got a call from some good friends of ours. We were high on their notification list of people they want to notify when exciting things happen. They are also expecting their first child. It is early on so we don't know much yet but we are excited for you two.
Other than that nothing to report really. My ankle is healing and I have the luxury of making a decision about work before I go back in a week. I am trying to decide how to enjoy my last week of freedom before I get to be a slave again. I will miss being able to sit around and look for new jobs all day and play the guitar. It was a punishing life really.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
The REAL Christmas Story
Now that the holidays are over it is time to reflect on what they really mean to each of us individually. For me it was a season of firsts.
It was my first holiday with my family. A short explanation is that I finally got married and now have a wonderful wife (and small developing fetus) to share the joys of the season with. It was my first time getting presents from my wonderful inlaws. It was the first time my wife spent Christmas away from her family. (I get to wait until next year to do that) It was the first time I got to be sneaky and hide my wife's gift so she couldn't find it.
And so the story goes...
The husband had surgery on christmas eve so the pregnant wife got to drive to the family hotel (atleast that is how it seamed). He was on pain killers so he was feeling pretty good. He did miss carrying in all of the stuff and generally helping out. He also missed playing with the nieces and nephews.
Weeks before the inlaws had their holiday party and a grand party it was. There were presents and food, cheer and loving warmth. There were teasings and ticklings, pleases and thank yous, and wonderful memories. This year there was a parade showing all of the adults the costumes of the nativity scene ending with a manger scene by the front door. Although no angels appeared to us to tell of His birth, the Mormon tabernacle Choir filled in nicely.
Christmas eve came and went. Everyone had a part to play. Music was played and sung, duets were attempted and some people still can't stop laughing. The piano hummed sweet melodies, and the strings of the guitar played out in the night. In this parade of the nativity, Uncle told the story of Luke, mary dragged Baby Jesus by his head and clothes, bouncing him on the rug, and there was only one shepherd. That shepherd had a really neat staff that wasn't curved and had owls and maple leafs on it. But the spirit of christmas shone on. More pain killers please.
This was probably the first Christmas Eve I have ever slept. I enjoy the season and the wonderful opportunities we have to think of the glories of Christmases long long ago. I just can't sleep. Although Santa has changed his identity a few times, I still look forward to his arrival every Christmas Eve night.
The kids had a blast seeing what Santa brought them and even Mom and Dad loved what they were given. Their kids are geniuses when it comes to gift giving.
The paper is gone, the fire is out. The gift card to Guitar Center is burning a hole in my pocket. The wife is happy she got what she wanted. The snow keeps on falling with pristene beauty. Too bad the wife says no sledding this year. At least not until after the leg heals.
So the story continues each year. Something new will happen again and again. Next year there will be a new addition to the parades. We will have to learn how to operate as Santa Claus did for us. And the Choir's will sing the Messiah again and again. Mannheim will sound and TSO will rock. And we will continue the story as it was told to us.
Now the non Story news. We had some good friends get married over the Christmas break. And it is all my fault. The story really is theirs but it was fun. It was nice to sit in the temple and reflect on our own marriage. Can't wait for them to come back.
We also got to meet another good friend's fiance. She is wonderful and we are looking forward to their marriage and all the joys of that. Vanessa is awesome. We got to spend some quality time getting to know her.
New Years was great. Nett's family had another party. I still suck at Halo but enjoy playing most of the time. It is always fun for people to see the words (blank) killed Chuck Norris. Nett fell in love with the Nintendo Wii. And we got to really just relax. Except for the dumb cat it was wonderful. We got to see a fireworks display worthy of the Fourth Of July. (I Love Evanston Wyoming) Unfotunately we both had medical conditions that made it so we couldn't go to jump on it this year.
My New Year's Resolution is to.......
(Like I'm gonna tell you.)
It was my first holiday with my family. A short explanation is that I finally got married and now have a wonderful wife (and small developing fetus) to share the joys of the season with. It was my first time getting presents from my wonderful inlaws. It was the first time my wife spent Christmas away from her family. (I get to wait until next year to do that) It was the first time I got to be sneaky and hide my wife's gift so she couldn't find it.
And so the story goes...
The husband had surgery on christmas eve so the pregnant wife got to drive to the family hotel (atleast that is how it seamed). He was on pain killers so he was feeling pretty good. He did miss carrying in all of the stuff and generally helping out. He also missed playing with the nieces and nephews.
Weeks before the inlaws had their holiday party and a grand party it was. There were presents and food, cheer and loving warmth. There were teasings and ticklings, pleases and thank yous, and wonderful memories. This year there was a parade showing all of the adults the costumes of the nativity scene ending with a manger scene by the front door. Although no angels appeared to us to tell of His birth, the Mormon tabernacle Choir filled in nicely.
Christmas eve came and went. Everyone had a part to play. Music was played and sung, duets were attempted and some people still can't stop laughing. The piano hummed sweet melodies, and the strings of the guitar played out in the night. In this parade of the nativity, Uncle told the story of Luke, mary dragged Baby Jesus by his head and clothes, bouncing him on the rug, and there was only one shepherd. That shepherd had a really neat staff that wasn't curved and had owls and maple leafs on it. But the spirit of christmas shone on. More pain killers please.
This was probably the first Christmas Eve I have ever slept. I enjoy the season and the wonderful opportunities we have to think of the glories of Christmases long long ago. I just can't sleep. Although Santa has changed his identity a few times, I still look forward to his arrival every Christmas Eve night.
The kids had a blast seeing what Santa brought them and even Mom and Dad loved what they were given. Their kids are geniuses when it comes to gift giving.
The paper is gone, the fire is out. The gift card to Guitar Center is burning a hole in my pocket. The wife is happy she got what she wanted. The snow keeps on falling with pristene beauty. Too bad the wife says no sledding this year. At least not until after the leg heals.
So the story continues each year. Something new will happen again and again. Next year there will be a new addition to the parades. We will have to learn how to operate as Santa Claus did for us. And the Choir's will sing the Messiah again and again. Mannheim will sound and TSO will rock. And we will continue the story as it was told to us.
Now the non Story news. We had some good friends get married over the Christmas break. And it is all my fault. The story really is theirs but it was fun. It was nice to sit in the temple and reflect on our own marriage. Can't wait for them to come back.
We also got to meet another good friend's fiance. She is wonderful and we are looking forward to their marriage and all the joys of that. Vanessa is awesome. We got to spend some quality time getting to know her.
New Years was great. Nett's family had another party. I still suck at Halo but enjoy playing most of the time. It is always fun for people to see the words (blank) killed Chuck Norris. Nett fell in love with the Nintendo Wii. And we got to really just relax. Except for the dumb cat it was wonderful. We got to see a fireworks display worthy of the Fourth Of July. (I Love Evanston Wyoming) Unfotunately we both had medical conditions that made it so we couldn't go to jump on it this year.
My New Year's Resolution is to.......
(Like I'm gonna tell you.)
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