Thursday, February 16, 2012
Top Down Day
Monday, February 13, 2012
Hot Air
This is How We Roll
We went out on a walk last night and about halfway through Hayden said, "Daddy, stop. Ellie's blanket is falling down and I need to fix it." She reached over and adjusted the blanket and Anabelle looked at her like, "hey, thanks buddy!"
I sure do love this little family of mine.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Suns Game
Last night we joined the team of WebPT for a rooftop BBQ followed by a Phoenix Suns game in a suite. Wow! What a great time!
Our wonderful babysitter Stephanie came over to hang with the girls for the evening and we headed downtown to Matt's office. They have a great setup with a rooftop patio perfect for grilling. We watched the sun go down while we ate burgers and brats and then headed over to US Airways center to watch the Suns game. WebPT rented a *ridiculous* suite for all of us with complimentary food and drinks. We had a fun time hanging out with our friends and spending time together on our little date!
Our wonderful babysitter Stephanie came over to hang with the girls for the evening and we headed downtown to Matt's office. They have a great setup with a rooftop patio perfect for grilling. We watched the sun go down while we ate burgers and brats and then headed over to US Airways center to watch the Suns game. WebPT rented a *ridiculous* suite for all of us with complimentary food and drinks. We had a fun time hanging out with our friends and spending time together on our little date!
Friday, February 3, 2012
Housekeepers
Anabelle found the broom in the pantry and knew exactly what to do. Hayden didn't want to miss out on the fun so she grabbed the Swiffer. Now you'll have to excuse me - I need to tell Anabelle she missed a spot.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Goodbye, Grandpa
Yesterday we said goodbye to Grandpa Mike. He passed peacefully in his sleep at 91 after living a long, great life, serving our country, raising 3 kids, and he got to meet four of his great-grandchildren. Read: he won at life.
The funeral itself was amazing. Since he was an Air Force Colonel and served in WWII, the Air Force insisted that they hold a full military honors ceremony for him at Fort Logan National Cemetery in Denver.
You can see the ceremony here, in 3 parts:
Link to Part 2 is here.
Link to Part 3 is here.
The pictures from the day are below:
And lastly, to show a small amount of honor for everything he did for me, I am including the entry I wrote for the book my mother made for him for his 90th birthday, which was in November of 2010:
My Grandpa
Many memories come to mind when I think about my grandfather:
I remember the little tree that we planted in his backyard when I was a little tyke. We dug the hole, moved the dirt, placed the tree (which was more like a twig), and moved the dirt again. Then we would water it and let it grow.
I remember throwing the ball in that same backyard. He and I would toss a baseball or football back and forth for what seemed like 2 minutes to me but was probably closer to 60. Eventually, he would say, “Grandpa’s going to ‘take 5’”. This meant that his arm was shot and he needed a break. I didn’t understand then but I do now. I get tired rolling the ball with my daughter after 60 seconds much less throwing a ball for 60 minutes.
I remember the most amazing cookies that he would keep stocked in his cabinet. They were chocolate finger wafer cookies and they were marvelous. My sister and I would race to the cookies and consume more than children should. They were sensational.
I remember doing errands with him and at the end, he would take us out for ice cream. He would always say, “Don’t tell Grandma or she’ll be mad at me for spoiling your dinner.” He spoiled dinners in the most remarkable way.
I remember going to Air Force Academy football games, and Air Force Officer parties as he was so proud of his service to our country. I grew to understand the meaning of the service he provided and realize the importance of it. I really enjoyed seeing his pride for the Air Force and I enjoyed even more when he sang, “Wild Blue Yonder,”
I remember the trip he and I went on to Maine to look at colleges. It was August and it has been said that the best place in the country in August is Maine. I believe it. The weather was incredible, the trees radiant, and the ocean breeze tranquil. We went to several schools including his Alma Mater, Bowdoin. We went to Boothbay Harbor and experienced what it was like to be a Maine native. It was a fantastic trip that I will never forget.
I remember the way he treated his wife, the only Grandmother I ever knew, with respect that was so deserved.
All of these memories have combined to show me how lucky I am to have him as my friend, my mentor, and my Grandpa. He is someone whose teachings, both verbal and by example, I try to live by every day so that I can make him proud and turn out to be just like him. I look forward to the days where I can spoil my grandchildren with ice cream and cookies, and take them on trips to visit lands previously unseen.
And through careful nurturing and care, that little twig of a tree that was planted long ago grew up to be quite tall, strong, reverential of its environment, and respectful to those that came before it. Hopefully like the little boy who planted it.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa.
Goodbye, Grandpa. Thanks.
The funeral itself was amazing. Since he was an Air Force Colonel and served in WWII, the Air Force insisted that they hold a full military honors ceremony for him at Fort Logan National Cemetery in Denver.
You can see the ceremony here, in 3 parts:
Link to Part 2 is here.
Link to Part 3 is here.
The pictures from the day are below:
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And lastly, to show a small amount of honor for everything he did for me, I am including the entry I wrote for the book my mother made for him for his 90th birthday, which was in November of 2010:
My Grandpa
Many memories come to mind when I think about my grandfather:
I remember the little tree that we planted in his backyard when I was a little tyke. We dug the hole, moved the dirt, placed the tree (which was more like a twig), and moved the dirt again. Then we would water it and let it grow.
I remember throwing the ball in that same backyard. He and I would toss a baseball or football back and forth for what seemed like 2 minutes to me but was probably closer to 60. Eventually, he would say, “Grandpa’s going to ‘take 5’”. This meant that his arm was shot and he needed a break. I didn’t understand then but I do now. I get tired rolling the ball with my daughter after 60 seconds much less throwing a ball for 60 minutes.
I remember the most amazing cookies that he would keep stocked in his cabinet. They were chocolate finger wafer cookies and they were marvelous. My sister and I would race to the cookies and consume more than children should. They were sensational.
I remember doing errands with him and at the end, he would take us out for ice cream. He would always say, “Don’t tell Grandma or she’ll be mad at me for spoiling your dinner.” He spoiled dinners in the most remarkable way.
I remember going to Air Force Academy football games, and Air Force Officer parties as he was so proud of his service to our country. I grew to understand the meaning of the service he provided and realize the importance of it. I really enjoyed seeing his pride for the Air Force and I enjoyed even more when he sang, “Wild Blue Yonder,”
I remember the trip he and I went on to Maine to look at colleges. It was August and it has been said that the best place in the country in August is Maine. I believe it. The weather was incredible, the trees radiant, and the ocean breeze tranquil. We went to several schools including his Alma Mater, Bowdoin. We went to Boothbay Harbor and experienced what it was like to be a Maine native. It was a fantastic trip that I will never forget.
I remember the way he treated his wife, the only Grandmother I ever knew, with respect that was so deserved.
All of these memories have combined to show me how lucky I am to have him as my friend, my mentor, and my Grandpa. He is someone whose teachings, both verbal and by example, I try to live by every day so that I can make him proud and turn out to be just like him. I look forward to the days where I can spoil my grandchildren with ice cream and cookies, and take them on trips to visit lands previously unseen.
And through careful nurturing and care, that little twig of a tree that was planted long ago grew up to be quite tall, strong, reverential of its environment, and respectful to those that came before it. Hopefully like the little boy who planted it.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa.
Goodbye, Grandpa. Thanks.
Bear Bottom and Boots
While she was 'taking a nap' she found them in her dresser and put them on. I let her keep them on for a while after naptime and then couldn't resist taking a picture when she decided to add a flowered headband and my cowboy boots to complete her outfit. Man, I love this kid!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Two Crafty Chicks
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