Saturday, October 31, 2009

To Brotherhood

Ford was quite pleased with his new toy. He couldn't give Dock enough hugs and kisses. Nice to be together.

Moredockpix





Friday, October 30, 2009

Dock Patrick Fin

Here's our second son, Dock. We checked into the hospital at 2:30, Misty delivered him at 5:05. From where I stood, it went pretty smooth. Misty is doing well and seems fond of this guy. I'll post more tomorrow night. For you oddball scorekeepers; 7 lb. 15 oz., 21.5 in. biceps, peed two minutes into life.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Elko Peace Park

Wade, in his modesty, left out a bit of information from his last post. The Peace Park, here in Elko is still in its beginning stages of development, a perfect opportunity for a budding landscape architect.

Wade was able to work with the Peace Park committee to help bring the park a little closer to completion. He designed these fabulous rolling hills (that the kids already love to roll down) and he worked with local community businesses to fund the project and provide the laborers. Home Depot and Silver State Fire each donated $5,000 worth of grass and trees as well as volunteers and lots of other stuff.

Where before there was nothing but desert, it is now lush and green. There is still a lot to be done in this little park but it is amazing the difference a little grass has made.
Before
Wade working really hard

View from the top of the hilll
Doesn't that grass look lovely
Kids having a great time on the hills

Home Depot volunteers that helped lay the grass.





Saturday, October 24, 2009

Larvae Arborvitae Memoriae

Why not enjoy this photo of my bride with a peculiar protrusion that will likely be mitigated in the coming days? Official due date is Nov. 5th, I've got a hunch this young man will come on a waxing gibbous moon, which should be this Thursday or Friday. However, it has been obvious to me lately that the cosmos are really trying to piss me off* so the child will probably arrive on Monday during the store brand of lunar phases- the first quarter moon- yawn!
You, dear friend/meandering visitor/cyber perv, have noticed a space between posts to this blog. I won't try to fill them here, but I'll annotate a few photographs taken since we last exchanged sensitive personal information.Ford turned one in August and my gift to him was a bath in couscous. During his first year he demonstrated an affinity for the texture, flavor, and blatant intercultural embrace found in every bite of the spherical granules of semolina wheat. Truth be told, he was moderately freaked out by the proposal, but I managed to track down these two pics where he hid his hatred for the event. We recently took the short drive to Angel Lake, near Wells, NV. Ford Loved it! To our native Coloradoan, there is nothing like leaving the rather desirable late summer temps in the city to visit alpine lakes on a chilly day.
Since he forbade the "get out of the car, take picture and go home" approach that his mother and I had planned, we had to skip a meal. Despite his familiarity with the generally accepted notion that quaking aspen leaves are toxic to neonate larvae (Manuwoto, Scriber, Hsia, and Sunarjo, 1984), said he, "am I a caterpillar?"Now that fall is here, our leaf foraging snob is less condescending as his habit has gone dormant for the next 8 months of Elko winter. Meanwhile, we remain quite fond of this man as seen in the backyard that it took his parents over 100 days to close on.
After some fiscal finagling, we are homeowners again. We are excited to be partakers in that American dream of plumbing issues, obscene utility bills, and removing that really bushy arborvitae that is about to cover the front door.On the inside, we just wear socks on our hands all the livelong day. We love it, and we don't care what you think.
In parting, let me present the album cover for Ford's grungy alternative snowboard band, "Off the Hook." He's got it all; long sleeved tee, pseudo serious expression, upside down image, phone off hook.
*Honestly, I regret using the term "piss me off" earlier. It has always sounded abrasive to me but I could not find a suitable replacement that would achieve equal comedic effect. I don't understand what it means and my usage of it suggests an intellect of sewage and rot. I am a skank.