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oh how the years go by

A few weeks ago, we flew in from Portland on a Thursday having been gone since Friday of the week before. My parents had been staying in our house watching Brooklynn, so we had gone for almost a week without seeing her. In fact, that was Rhiannon’s first time away from the baby for a full 24 hours.

And then the next day, my parents took off to go back home and Rhiannon dropped her sister off the airport. Just like that, we were alone again with the baby. And it also happened to be our anniversary.

It seems the typical thing for a married couple with children to do on their anniversary is to get a babysitter or have someone watch said children while they get out on the town. If that’s the case, I guess we had ourselves somewhat of an anniversary week, what with wine tasting, site-seeing, and other generally touristy activities.

Enough that we didn’t really need to go out and live it up too much. Over a year ago, we went out for my birthday to the White Chocolate Grill and managed to only make it through the entree. So, we headed back for desert with Brooklynn in tow. French white chocolate bread pudding it was. And a scoop of ice cream for Brooklynn. We were celebrating, right?

After we put Brooklynn to bed, we watched the complete video of our wedding for the first time. While I was sitting there watching it and thinking of how young a lot of the people in it looked, I also started thinking about the fact Rhiannon and I started dating 11 years ago during the summer.

We made it through five years of college in separate states. We’ve been from the Space Needle in Seattle to Sea World in San Diego to Mayan ruins in Mexico to Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs at Coney Island. We’ve logged more miles than I care to think about driving across the Midwestern states of the country.

We’ve lived in our current home for four years. We’ve put up some bold color on the walls, planted a fair number of flowers (some are even still alive today), and might finally be getting the hang of making the lawn stay green. We’ve made too many cheesecakes, cookies, and pans of kuchen bars than can possibly be good for us.

I don’t know if five years of marriage should be seen as a big achievement. We didn’t get married five years ago any exit strategy in mind. I do know that we wrote our own vows and talked about how we planned to help each other through whatever life may throw at us and support each other through hard times as well as celebrate the good.

(I think a baby fill pretty much all of that at the same time.)

And, watching ourselves as young twenty-somethings talking about a life that we couldn’t have even begun to anticipate, those words in the vows are still true. We’re still trying to find a time to get to Europe like we’ve been talking about for at least the past eight years. We have our fair share of disagreements and misunderstandings. And we’re still very much together and very much in love.

Happy anniversary, Rhiannon.

(Even if it’s a little late.)

another year down

Today is Rhiannon’s birthday, which means that once again, she is the same age I am. When we were younger, I wasn’t a huge fan of this – I liked being older (and wiser) and we would celebrate her unofficial birthday the day after mine, at which point I would officially recognize her new age since I would still be a year ahead.

Rhiannon would get a second birthday gift, so she never protested too much about the arrangement.

We are past all of that now. Being another year older is no longer anything to celebrate. In fact, if I could stay right where I’m at (and keep all my hair), I would stop right now. But, apparently life doesn’t work that way, so we are celebrating once again. Rhiannon is the same age as me, and now I just don’t feel quite as old.

I had the day off from work today and took Brooklynn over to school to surprise Rhiannon over lunch. We caught the tail end of her class just before recess (back you tiny flu-laden vermin!) and took  a quick tour of the school to show off the baby. Brooklynn even wrote out a card (with a little help) – the first time Rhiannon has gotten anything addressed to “Mom”.

Happy birthday, Rhiannon, from your family. It’s more than just me now. Sorry if it makes you feel aged beyond your years.

(Don’t fret too much. We can be old together.)

project family 2.9.36b

If you’ve been keeping track of the titles of these biweekly updates, you’ll notice that the version number has gone from 2.1.xxb to 2.9.xxb.  I think that the change properly reflects how close we are to going to a full-blown status project family 3.0.

While the picture is from the 36th week, my delay in getting this up has carried us well past the 37 week barrier, which is also considered full term for pregnancies.  As in, if labor starts, the doctor isn’t going to stop it.  As in, one of Rhiannon’s coworkers recently had a baby at 38 weeks.  As in, Beta is really more a release candidate / final build version than a beta at this point.  As in we could have a baby way too fast.

Yeah, a little late for that now, isn’t it?

Week 36

Not to say that I don’t want Beta to come visit.  I know she’s still in the incubator getting that last honey-baked flavoring and all, but she’s been in there a long time now and I’m not a patient person.

But then, there is still so much to do.  We have paint cans sitting in the nursery, and there are painting touchups to be done, and I’m not going to go in to the status of the basement other than to say Rhiannon has had to make more phone calls to me at work about it than I care to count.

This past weekend, we did an afternoon out walking around Babies’R'Us and the baby section of Target to finish purchasing what we naively think we need.  We’ve read lists on the internet and we’ve had plenty of suggestions from people who have kids, people who don’t want kids, and people who have tried to give us their kids, but I’m certain as soon as we get the little one home, we’ll figure something that should have staring-at-the-sun levels of blindingly obvious and I’ll be the new dad standing in front of some lonely aisle trying to decide which size or pattern would be better.

But no, I’m not concerned about it.  About anything.  At all.  Ever.  Thanks for asking.

It isn’t all work and no play around the house.  Last Thursday happened to be our 4th wedding anniversary, and if even if we had wanted to get out of the relationship, I guess it’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it?

In all seriousness, the past four years have seemed to fly by and I really can’t complain about any single day.  Given that this will be our last anniversary or holiday as just a couple, we figured we should get out and celebrate while we still could.

We went out to a fondue restaurant that we ate at once before when we were still dating (and it’s still around, so it must be decent) and spent over two hours winding our way through a four course meal (finishing with an en flambé chocolate and marshmallow fondue with strawberries, brownies, rice krispie bars, and cheesecake – all calorie free I’m sure) before waddling out of there.

We stopped by a home improvement store on the way home to walk a little of the dinner off and pick up a light for the basement.  We may have been a little over-dressed for that type of establishment – Rhiannon was wearing a formal black maternity dress that she had picked up for a wedding reception and I put on my black suit jacket.  An older man working there asked us if we were going out and we told him we had been out and we on our way home.

He asked if this would be our first child, and upon hearing that it was, he said go out as much as you can now while you still can.  I love hearing that type of advice that makes it sounds like your life ends with kids.  It’s still amazing that the human race has managed to survive as long as it has, what with the horrors of child creation and rearing.

Still, as long as Rhiannon and I are together, I guess things won’t be too bad.

Year 4 and still happy

not like the good ol’ days

We have a small landing in the stairs that lead up to second floor of the house, and two steps is a good height where Rhiannon’s shoulders are above mine and I can reach around her legs and pick her up.  I use to do this every once in a while and then set her down on the floor level.

I tried it today without really thinking about what I was doing.

Rhiannon: “What are you doing?”

Me: “I was trying to pick you up like I normally do.”

Rhiannon: “You can’t do that anymore.  Things are different.”

Me: “What do you mean?  I’m strong enough to lift you up.”

Rhiannon: “Yes, but I’m bumpier now than I used to be and it squishes Beta.”

Me: “Oh.” [talking to her belly] “Sorry, Beta.”

Rhiannon: “What are you apologizing to her for? She probably thinks it’s fun.  I’m the one that was hurt.”

Beta is causing trouble between us already.  (And sorry, Rhiannon.)

the benefits of being a heavy drinker

Oh, you thought I might have meant alcohol…

I drink water at work.  Most people would say I have a lot of water.  A gallon in a 10 hour work-day is not uncommon.

There are a few drawbacks – I’m used to drinking quite a bit and I feel it when I don’t, like over the weekends.  Also, a two-hour meeting that doesn’t have a convienient bathroom break in it somewhere can get interesting.

But drinking a lot has its positives  as well, like when H.R. pulls your name for the random drug test.  There was a conference room full of people downstairs sitting around drinking coffee, water, and tea until they thought they were ready for the test.  Me? I just signed in, “tested” and was out in five minutes.

Really, I’m just trying to make the pregnant lady I live with not feel so bad for having to go to the bathroom often.

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