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James’ first birthday
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First Easter for James
Who knew holidays could be so fun? Em and I hosted our first Easter and it was a smashing success. Success… you ask? How bout a 21lb turkey for five people and one infant. Fresh green beans snapped by yours truly serving as the foundation for the best green been cassy evar. A new cheesy potato recipe (not really that risky, I mean.. it’s cheese and potatoes… what’s not to like?) that turned out splendid.
James got his first Easter basket filled with silly hats (perks of parenting) and bubbles. Easter egg hunt was a hit and he enjoyed playing with the cheap made-in-china plastic eggs more than eating the yogurt melts I put inside. Our neighborhood has quite a few wild turkeys and James’ was able to spot his first gobbler (he even fanned his feathers for him). Holidays were always special to me as a kid and it’s truly awesome for me to put on my Clark Griswold hat, make a bunch of food, host family, and put on the best darn holiday a Dad can.
Life as a Dad is moving so quickly and all I can do is try and soak up those fine moments that really make me smile. Hope everyone had a happy Easter.
Twenty hundred and fourteen
Here we are twenty hundred and fourteen and hot damn, what a year 2013 was. If I may be so bold, I’d even consider 2013 to be one of the best years of my life. Before I conclude that thought, let’s shuffle on back to some of the highlights nearing the end of 2013.
First, one of my favorite holidays . . Thanksgiving #foodmotivated #fat. James’ first Thanksgiving, to be specific. Em and I celebrated in usual fashion heading up to St. Paul for a big feast. Who looked ridiculously amazing in a goofy tuxedo t-shirt outfit? The answer to that question? See below, kthx.
Shortly after turkey mow-town madness, yours truly had a birthday. . . ugh . . . thirty. To soften the blow, my amazingly beautiful, talented, hard working, crafty, incredible, and lovely wife threw me a murder mystery party. Holy. Shit. What an awesome time. It helps that my friends truly are fun and everyone was a great sport about the whole ‘acting’ thing. But hot dog. . .what a swell time. The girls looked gorgeous in their old timey dresses and the men, we’ll you can see for yourself:
With December comes Christmas, too – another first for the lil guy. This year we celebrated with GiGi , PopPop and Auntie Leash & Uncle Adam well before Christmas Eve. It was nice to just have the seven of us sit down, open gifts, cozy up listening to Christmas music, and enjoy a fine meal. Not just any meal, mind you – beef f’ing wellinton. Stupid good.
Christmas eve morning we hosted as per usual and yours truly made an outstanding pot of Juk soup. After that, we changed things up and hosted the Cooks plus Laura & Nate for a good ol fashion Christmas Eve dinner. D&D brought a fantastic beef tenderloin from The EauC and we drank, played games, and ate ourselves sick (at least I did #missionaccomplished)
Christmas day was spent with the extended Goon family out in Victoria. GiGi made lasagna – both traditional red sauce with hamburgesa and white sauce with chicken n peppers. Tasty. All in all it was a great first Christmas for James. The kid got so many new toys and us parents got all the joy in the world out of dressing him up in goofy outfits. But don’t take my word for it . . . POW:
Closing out the entry, in December I received a promotion at work. I’ve wanted this position since I started working here in 2002 and it’s tough to wrap my head around that fact that it has become a reality. Cripes. Cheers to 2014 and the future to come . .
p.s. It is balls cold out. This weekend may be one of the coldest NFL games ever – Pack v. SanFran.
Stay warm and think tropical.
Summer what?
Where the eff did summer go? All the sudden September is creepin’, work is getting mad crazy like, and students are back on campus. FFS. Blog time. Go.
James is growing like a weed. My “little fussy” is not so much living up to his name anymore – just happy as a pig in slop. Daycare days have begun. So far, so good and James seems to be making the adjustment pretty easily. Of course it doesn’t hurt that our daycare lady is the sweetest evar and updates JD’s daily activities via mobile app?! What? I had no idea that I could pop out the old fruit phone and see when James took his last dump!? Love technology.
Speaking of the little fussy, here is his one month and two month shots:
One month:
Two months:
Three month shots are happening any day now (Dad is slacking!)
JD got all up in that first 4th of July evar. Mom and Dad took him over to Step’s Grandpas place on Tonka. GiGi and Auntie Alicia came with and it may very well have been one of, if not the, nicest 4th of July celebrations I can remember.
Celebrated GiGi’s bday a few weeks ago and James took his first trip to St. Paul. He is such a little guy and I love how his Grandparents adore him. My Dad is so helpful every instance he can be simply because he has been there, done that. He knows that an extra hand is mighty helpful plus, it’s just his nature to help. They are both going to be such wonderful grandparents.
Fall . . . here we come.
Baby J, JD, James Daniel – sup world
Officially official as of May 20th, 2013 @ 7:00 p.m. on the nuts, comin in hot at 7 lbs 5 oz. with a length of 19.6″ and a delivery record of 1-0, James . . . Daniel. . . GoooOOooooOoOooN.
Some oblig mushy stuff I need to get down in writing – I could not be happier. Emily was tremendous and after watching her go through that exhausting procedure I have no doubts that woman is going to be an outstanding mother. All of my fam and fam-in-laws came to the hospital and it was so cool to have them there.
I’ll never forget the feeling of turning the corner, walking up to my mom and mom-in-law, only to have them both hug me as I announced the name / arrival of my healthy new son. Even the nurses sitting at the desk commented, “you guys are going to make us cry”. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. Amazing grandparents, they are already proving to be /yoda. Enough sappy stuff, onto a couple of pics from the first few days.
Motherhood
This year, mother’s day meant something a little different to me. My wife, will soon be a Mom and I, soon a Dad. This will be the last year that I get to concentrate solely on my own Mom (you’ll still get lots of m-day love from me Mom don’t worry). Now I gotta start planning stuff for Emily until the kids are old enough to make their own macaroni cards and sub-par-but-you-pretend-its-delicious-breakfasts.
Sunday’s weather was 60s with both wind and sun ++ It was perfect for ol’ hotbody here but Emily was actually chilly at times. Alicia marinaded these DELISH chicken kabobs (with rosemary which I usually am anti, in this case it was stoops good) and seasoned potots. Emily and I brought Breyers (Byerly’s) sunflower seed pasta salad and a veggie boat. For once, it was nice to just be with family, no busy crowded restaurant for brunch.
I took a few pics of the family and I suppose if all goes well, this will be the last ‘gathering’ we have with just five Goons. . . dgDOTcom get ready to be polluted with babby pics ++
Mom’s day celebratory images here:
Ask and you shall receive
So I’ve been slacking major, thanks Alicia for calling me out. Emily’s body is pretty much reach to deliver and here comes the waiting game. A couple of update pics of her pregnetsee:
Final thoughts before I am officially a dad:
- Is my son going to have my awesome good looks, athletic talents and charm?
- Emily has been an absolute warrior throughout this pregnetsee, could I be any more fortunate? <3 wifey
- That first week home with our son is going to change my life, I am ready for a major life change and I could not be more excited
- I hope to remember all the sound advice I’ve been given about parenting, fatherhood, etc..
- Emily and the pets are our own family now, but some see that as crazy talk. Having a child really officially cements the ‘family branding’.
Tee minus eight days until due date . . . my cell phone is on and I am ready to leap into action. Game on.
Unc is old
Ever since I was just a young lad, I’ve always looked up to my Unc (Mom’s brother) the police officer. He was such a cool dude, seemed to do well with the ladies, had fun / debaucherous friends and gifted me baseball card boxes for Christmas. This weekend we celebrated his 50th birthday. Hot damn.
Fifty.
How did he get so old so quick? I guess I shouldn’t talk being that I am *gasp* one year away from the big three oh. For his fiftieth, I wanted to make absolutely sure his present was not a let down and this was not an easy task. I found that a fifty year old with a wife and two kids doesn’t really ask for / need much (guarantee this won’t be true when I am fifty. ooompsk)
After conferring with auntie she told me he loves Chipotle when he’s rollin in the black and white. I was hesitant. “Chipotle?” I thought. . . seems so cheap and not personal but then I thought back to my main objective and I ask you Internet, “Who wouldn’t want $50 worth of burrito monies”? It will absolutely positively for sure get used! “Gee, I had a great birthday but I wish I wasn’t gifted so many free burritos from Chipotle” – said no one ever.
Happy Birthday Unc.
A few pics:
