Bad Habit

I admit.

I have bad habits.

One day I'll make a list.

But not today.

Note to self: add "procrastination" to list.

But not today.

I like to take pictures of Reggie when he is mad. Today my parents visited for church. They headed home afterwards, and the Dude wanted to go with them. This is the look I got for the next 20 minutes after I told him "no". 

I Like To Look For Rainbows

For journal-keeping's sake, I thought I should post these photos I took of Adelaide in anticipation of her baptism. She is so amazing to me. I just love her!

 

 

Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversary

This Sunday my little BubbleToes Adelaide Rose turned a mighty 8 years old. My little baby. My girl. I remember when she was born. The first time I saw her I thought, "This one is gonna be trouble." She is the one who opened my heart. Taught me about love. Made me smile like no other could. And saved me. I'll always love the years when she was younger and we had one on one time for hours every day as I worked at nights. The games, the shows, the walks, the scooter rides, the bike rides, the dog. She has been such a big part of my life. She is so beautiful. I just love my little goose nut. Happy Birthday Adelaide. We did a little day trip to the zoo. I don't remember seeing much as she trail blazed the way right to the polar bear exhibit. It's her #1.

 That explains her carousel choice.

We also picked out her baptismal dress.

And she lost her fourth tooth and got a visit from a somewhat late but still very sneaky toothfairy.

And if I had to draft a running back from the kids at our house, she'd be my first choice. The speed!

The Anniversary part of this post?

Oct 15, 1988.

25 years ago.

This happened.

Dreaming Dodger Blue

I was recently invited on a roadtrip.

I don't normally turn down roadtrips.

Especially when it involves good friends, many miles, strange coincidences, the opportunity of a lifetime, southern California, and Dodger baseball. So I accepted.

Brad rented the car.

Christian picked the eats.

And I slept.

We took in the first game from the left field side. Christian and I enjoyed the Dodgers' victory over Brad's Red Sox and we even stayed for the fireworks show.

After the game they were also letting fans onto the field. We rushed down to the field level to get our chance to be on the grass where champions have played. But they only let so many fans onto the field before they shut it back down. And according to this girl, who worked field supervision, we didn't make the cut.

After waiting 20 or 30 minutes and trying three other security guards we finally found the one guy that would let us onto the field. So yes, I have run the outfield grounds of Dodger Stadium. The fields that hosted World Series games of the 60s, 70s, 80s and this year (fingers crossed).

I was then escorted off the field by security. A dream come true.

The next day wasn't as important. Heck we even let the Red Sox win.

But I did find my new favorite shirt.

 

The Commute

Today's 40 minute commute to work took nearly two hours. If this keeps up maybe I'll start having Reggie drive me so we can at least take the carpool lane. He's slow, but safe. He even let's me pick the music.

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September is always an interesting month. It has twice the days of Summer that June has and yet it still gets credit as a major Fall month. It's Tommy Lasorda's birthday on the 22nd and even has Labor Day. It's the start of one of the three years (school - the other two being the calendar and the fiscal). It's the end of baseball regular season and the start of the NFL. I should like September a lot more than I do. But I just don't. I'm working on it. And here's how.

I'm digging up old photos of the boys at Disco Skating.
Boogie Fever may be the cure to September.

I am the only guy that brings his kids to football draft night as good luck charms.

I spend time with my little second grader.
Its only a few more years until she passes my education limits.

I go for walks with The Dude.

We hash out all family arguments the way we always do.
Hard core fighting.

Go for drives.

Eat Sushi.

Bike Provo Canyon.

Long board.

And then, there's always time for a game of catch.

We just play until Reggie catches one.

To the Girl of My Dreams

I love you. Happy first day of second grade.

Humphrey

It was my first year as a shareholder for the annual Humphrey Ranch Meeting. Humphrey, Idaho (no longer on most maps) and Lima, Montana (less of a problem showing up on maps but not much less) were the destinations of all my childhood summer vacations that I can remember. The stories, adventures, memories, experiences, and exaggerations are too many to count. It's definitely God's country up there and I love when we get the chance to visit. As I walk around with the Clones, I remember why I love it there. EVERYTHING else gets left behind, and you're just with the ones you love in a place that's special to your heart. Maybe it's a little bit like heaven. Except for the cow pies. And without further ado, here are the pictures and videos to along with our trip.

Crawdad hunting with the Old Man.

"Bait. Do No Eat." OK, I no eat bait. Thanks the warn!

Gotcha!

Got into a fight with Sister over the weekend. Apparently she is not a fan when Gary and I impersonate other family members in attempts to get out of financial obligations. Here is the end of the argument as transmitted via text messages.

Reggie putting on his shoes.

Cow hunting at the Ranch.

Roasting marshmallows.

The Naked Dance (diapers don't count as clothes).

Humphrey, bringing families together one hand-hold at a time.

How many bars does Humphrey have? ZERO. No service.