I am scared... so very scared. I am scared because I have zero skills and knowledge as it relates to anything girl and how to make Emma look even more cute with some rockin updo's.
Every day we are given a new reminder that our lives are just different, and you know what... that is ok. We are a family that has to do things just a little bit differently then others and we are becoming more and more ok with that.
I married a rockstar. I realize that I am a little biased, but I know it to be fact. One of the main reasons I know this is because my wife has seemingly carried a burden by herself for almost a year and a half.
I have come to realize very quickly that it is the small things that capture our hearts and make up the moments we remember. Lindsay and I cleaning up puke and giving our daughter a bath before breakfast to start off 2018... that will be a keeper.
Personally I love the holidays. Professionally though, the holiday's turn out to be a stressful time and I am learning that over-communication is the only way to combat these stressful issues.
Our son Sam is just so dang cute. I know that may seem a little biased but it is the truth. Sam is so caring and empathetic to those around him and those qualities showed themselves this past weekend when we went to the cabin for a day trip.
Vacations and breaks are needed. It allows us the ability to slow down, recoup, and spend some quality time with those we love most. It makes me feel so good that my family actually wants to be around me and makes me realize that I must be doing at least one thing right.
It has been amazing to be surrounded by such a great community of folks and the Lord has absolutely placed certain people in my life for a time such as this. What seemed like random rendezvous were actually perfectly crafted together moments by the master planner. I love being able to look back in hindsight and see how He has been working.
While I was looking and blaming, Lindsay was defending Sam and saying that she didn’t think he would move and lose the remote. I would respond to her by telling her how neither of us touched the remote, her parents placed it on the fireplace mantel the night before, and I saw sam touching remotes. Ergo and ipso facto he did it.
During practice when Sam is supposed to be in the outfield, which is really just the dirt in the infield, you can find him either drawing designs in the dirt with his foot, kicking up the dirt, or picking up the dirt and throwing it. While we are lining up our kids to bat, you can find most of them playing with the rocks next to the batters box without the least bit of concern with what is happening.