Wednesday, August 26, 2009
It's not educational at all, which is probably why I enjoy it so much. There's quite a bit of humor that adults can appreciate in there. Take today for example. While I was trying to find something to absorb the boy's attention for a few peaceful minutes, we flipped on the tube and there was Spongebob. I got quite a chuckle when I heard the cartoon's take on our health care situation. It came in a short exchange between Spongebob and his buddy Patrick after Patrick fell and "broke his butt". Here's how it went (more or less)...
Bob: Patrick, you should go see a doctor.
Patrick: I can't go to the doctor, my job doesn't provide me with health care insurance.
Bob: What job?
Simply amazing. A children's cartoon has a better grasp on health care in America than our own government does. I know, I know. There's a lot more to it than that, but they've managed to capture a sizable portion of the problem in a 10 second conversation between a sponge and a starfish. All this leads me to one obvious conclusion...
Spongebob for president in 2012!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
He was still reluctant to touch the newcomer though. Yesterday I managed to get them to take a picture together. I had to restrain both of them to make it happen though...
Then today somehow, Liv actually got him to touch this new little creature.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
The little man didn't fuss much once he arrived. The nurses had to agitate him to get him to cry and get his lungs going. So far, he's a very content baby. Looking through Nate's birth pictures, he looked to be whining in most of them. I couldn't find one picture of Drew crying. The other big difference is in the eyes. Nate's seemed to stay closed for all his early pictures. Drew was pretty wide-eyed from the moment he sprang forth. We're trying to decide how much they look like each other. I can't tell. One wrinkly red baby looks the same as the next to me. You be the judge. Here's Drew...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The funeral service was as good as one could be. Funerals aren't typically categorized as "good", but Granddad's was as close as one could get. The video tribute that Aunt Karla and Uncle Rob put together was incredible. The message was terrific as well, with excerpts from letters we all wrote Grandad before he passed. I was a bit apprehensive about singing in the choir loft with the rest of the family, as was one of Granddad's last requests. I'm not a gifted singer and I don't like facing crowds, but I figured Grandad had earned this final gift from his family. I've gotten misty eyed 3 times in my adult life. Once was at my wedding when Olivia came through the doors of the church to be my wife. The second was when I saw baby Nathan for the first time after he was born. The third was singing "I'll Fly Away" for my grandad. I was saying to myself, "Why are you crying, you never cry when you're sad." And right then it struck me. I wasn't holding back tears of sorrow. I was sad, but my tears were tears of pride. I was so overcome with how great this man was and how proud I was to be a part of his family that I got a little choked up. It was a bit puzzling at the time, but I'm sure that's what it was.
My biggest regret in all of this is that Grandad never got to meet Drew, our second boy due to arrive next week. I then realize that there will be dozens of great-grandkids that grandad won't meet on this earth. It just happens that Drew's the first. That pacifies me a little and makes me even more thankful for the relationship Grandad had with Nathan. For those that don't know, Nathan's middle name is Wyatt in honor of Grandad Dudley. Grandad was openly touched by this, but it was really our honor to be ones to use the name. Let's face it, one of us grandkids was going to name a kid after Grandad sooner or later. We were just the lucky ones to get to do it! I'm not sure the loss has completely sunk in yet. I imagine it will come in waves... the first time we go to Grandma's house and he's not there... going through harvest without him driving a tractor... Christmas without him... opening the pool next summer for the first time without him. We will miss him differently from season to season, but we will never forget his overwhelming love for his family. We love you Grandad, and we'll see you soon.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
As of Saturday morning, our house is for sale. We're still not done with it, but we decided to go ahead and at least put it out there while we're finishing things up. We're not doing any advertising though until we're closer to done. After being up only about 32 hours, our sign had already lost 8 of the fliers we put in it. So, that's somewhat comforting. I'm not going to get too excited until we start getting phone calls though. If anyone knows anyone who wants to live in New Berlin, send them my way!
Here's a big thanks to Grandma for helping out Saturday. We painted a whole mountain of trim that I need to start putting up around my windows. We also enjoyed watching Nathan get his hands on a donut.Mmmm, sprinkles.