sometimes it’s easy to forget about kindness in others 

  
This past weekend, I found out that my grandpa was feeling a little on the sad side. 
He hasn’t been able to go to church since he got out of the hospital this summer. Since August, Grandpa Chuck’s pastor had only been to visit him once. Considering it’s a small church in a small town, it was disheartening, disappointing and down crappy for me to hear that someone else was making my 91 year old stoic grandfather feel bad. 

Instead of sending rabid beavers with hacksaws to the pastor’s house like originally wanted to do, I decided to finally USE MY POWERS FOR GOOD. My cousin, my wife, my brother and my sister-in-lawish joined in and we invited over 1000 people through Facebook to send a quick card, letter or what have you to his house. It wasn’t a visit from a pastor, but it was a dang good place to start. 

Since 3am this past Monday when insomnia hit both my cousin and I like the 18 wheelers our grandpa used to drive and pushed us to get this going, he’s received 16 letters/cards and a CD. He’s read them all, put them back into the envelopes and put them on the table. This is a guys who counts his birthday cards every year and leaves them out on the table for all his visitors to see. He’s digging it. 

We heard today that a Brownie troop made craft projects for him and two classes of pre-K all made cards for him today. He’s getting Hallmark DVDs, stuff from Hawaii, a card from Spain, candy and even more cards, letters and so, so much love. The kindness of everyone is awe-inspiring and restores my faith that sometimes people just need a reminder that they can make a difference in someone’s day. Like Chuck’s.

He and my grandma are Christians and amazing people in every since of those words. They love unconditionally. They open their home to all. They accept. They support. They share. They embody just genuine love and compassion. They’re good folks. They deserve so much of that in return, but would never even dream of asking. And really, they shouldn’t have to. If everyone in the world had he kind of hearts and souls my grandparents have, it’d be an amazing place. 

 XOXO, world. Thanks for doing a solid for my grandpa. 

things i can definitely do for 30 days straight 

  1. Think about blogging
  2. Check Ancestry.com for those little shaky leaf things
  3. Take a picture of my toddler 
  4. Hum Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and You Are My Sunshine in that order around 9pm
  5. Avoid changing a diaper
  6. Threaten to beat my small dog because she’s barking at everything and nothing all at once 
  7. Consider putting my small dog on puppy Prozac 
  8. Wonder if the college aged son is eating 
  9. Think about macaroni and cheese or nachos or both 
  10. Try to come up with a scheme to make eleventy billion dollars by just having a winning personality so I can help all the people and do all the things 

Things I can’t do for 30 days straight:

  1. Blog every day 

vaxxed all to pieces

We’re vaxxers at our house. We give our sons all of the vaccines that the CDC recommends. Of course, we do all of our research beforehand and are crazy, obsessive freaks after the fact because we’re sure his leg will fall off in the middle of the night from whatever weird ass shot that was that will prevent him from catching something like athlete’s foot. It never has, but it doesn’t stop us from being hyper-vigilant about it.

Today, our little one year old had some blood drawn, had four vaccinations, plus a flu shot. I’m halfway surprised that he hasn’t packed his sad little knapsack and threatened to runaway and join the hobos on the train yet. I guess he can’t walk and he can’t reach his top dresser drawer where we keep his jackets. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure he’d be outta here.

This baby has six band-aids on right now! I’m not pulling them off because I feel like it’ll just wind up causing more screaming than the shots did. And that wasn’t cool at all. They’ll have to fall off on their own and let’s hope that’s not in the middle of the cake tomorrow during his birthday party.

status of homeownership 2.5 months in

Two thumbs up. A++++++++. Highly recommended. Fast shipping. Would do business with again. 

Aside from the paralyzing fear of a 30 year financial commitment, there wasn’t much else that concerned me about owning my own house. I mean, I’ve only sent the mortgage company two checks, but still… I’m not crying myself to sleep at night or anything. 

Things that are super cheers* level great:

  1. It’s been over a month since the last time I filled up my gas tank.  In our last house, it was a once a week ordeal. 
  2. Our entire family can fit around the dining room table. 
  3. One night Amelia heard the marching band on the field at the football stadium up the street. At our old house, that probably would have been noises of murder. 
  4. A basement that’s actually comfortable to be in. Or at least appears that way since only our guests and large child stay there. 
  5. And we’re pretty much in love with what my brother and dad did this past weekend:

 
It only required my dad climbing on the to step of a ladder that specifically said not to use it as a step and my brother to eat three pounds of insulation dust. But it sure does look pretty great, huh??

We’re fans of it all so far, even the next door lady that’s recommended a lawn service to us twice. Take it easy, Barbara. We promise not to bring down your property value. 

Man. We are so grown up and responsible now.
*Mickey Mouse Clubhouse references happen when you have a one year old.