I can’t believe it’s been six months since Poppy was born. She’s been such a blessing to us. Everything has changed in our lives in the last six months, but I can barely remember what we used to do with all of our time!
At six months old, Poppy:
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5 years and counting
I don’t post as frequently as I should but I thought today being the special day that it is (our 5th wedding anniversary), I should put something up for everyone to read and thus know how much I love my wife.
I love Nichole more than (in no particular order):
-The Cubs
-my music collection
-my science
-my sunglasses
-Magnum PI
-sitting around on a Sunday watching golf
-sitting around on a Sunday watching the Cubs
-sitting around doing pretty much anything on a Sunday
-pie, cake, donuts, and any other sweet treat you can think of
Things I love to do with Nichole (Also in no particular order)
-go to concerts, especially at the Blue Note
-watch Poppy sleep in her crib
-watch Poppy play in her excersaucer
-roughhouse like we were still little kids
-watch TV shows we recorded on tape
-try new restaurants
-go on roadtrips (even small ones to crappy places like Rolla!)
-go to church
-walk around Target or Hyvee
-watch MST3K and laughing until our sides hurt
-relaxing on a Saturday morning
Things that I am looking forward to doing with Nichole:
-buying our first house
-making that house a home
-raising Poppy (and whoever else may show up someday)
-moving overseas and seeing Europe
-going to Abigails for dinner tonight
-growing up and growing….more seasoned!
Some song lyrics that I associate with Nichole:
Comes a time
by Neil Young
Comes a time
when you’re driftin’
Comes a time
when you settle down
Comes a light
feelin’s liftin’
Lift that baby
right up off the ground.
from Muzzle of Bees
by Jeff Tweedy
Sun gets passed, sea to sea
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up above the leaves
With the breeze blown through
My head upon your knee
Half of it’s you, half is me
Half of it’s you, half is me
from War on War
by Jeff Tweedy
You have to die
You have to die
You have to learn how to die
If you want to want to be alive
Okay?
from Shot in thr Arm
by Jeff Tweedy
Something in my veins, bloodier than blood
from Razor love
by Neil Young
But I got faith in you,
It’s a razor love
that cuts clean through.
I got faith in you,
It’s a razor love
that cuts clean through.
from The Gash
by Wayne Coyne
Will the fight for our sanity
Be the fight of our lives?
One-week retrospective
We’re having a nice, quiet Sunday afternoon. Rockford and Poppy are watching golf, and I think I’m going to finish watching “Junebug” in a bit. I’ve watched the first 44 minutes, and I haven’t decided yet whether I like it.
Poppy had her first bowl of oatmeal today. She liked it (even though it wasn’t made Grandpa-style). She tried peaches yesterday and, from what I understand, wasn’t a fan. So far she prefers peas and carrots to apples and peaches. Who is this kid?
Oatmeal, Grandpa-style
Bowl of oatmeal
1 pint half and half
1 cup Splenda
3 cups raisins
Stir half pint of half and half into oatmeal with raisins and Splenda. Eat slowly. Add additional half and half with each bite.