My nephew Daniel turned 5 years old and had himself a magic themed party this past weekend. As for the name Dazzling Daniel, that was the magician's idea. The show was quite entertaining but not for the tricks (some seem pretty simple) but for the magician's over the top energy. How he sustained it for that long seems amazing to me. I guess you gotta love what you do.
It's been documented that my parents are still stuck in the 20th century but they are slowly making some progress. Actually, it's only my dad. My mom isn't as eager to learn or adapt. She still has a candy bar cell phone that plays an obnoxious midi, 8-bit sounding ringtone. My dad on the other hand has been using an old computer I gave them, obsolete by most standards (it has a floppy disk drive), but it's a good start. I don't think my dad will be doing any video editing or Photoshop any time soon.
I've been putting this off for way too long but I finally gave Tyson a haircut last week. Even though I gave him a trim once before, this would be the first time I cut his front/top hair... his last remaining original baby hair. But it was getting absurdly long. His bangs from time to time would get stuck in his nose, glued in by his boogers. The middle of his hair in the back was abnormally longer than the rest, making it seem like he was growing a rattail. His hair now touched his shoulders. It was time.
I don't usually get much time off for Spring Break but after shifting my schedule around (a perk of my job), I stretched it out to almost taking the whole week off. We didn't do anything big... just good ol' quality time with the family. So what did we do first? Go to Target, duh. Okay, what about lunch? Mission Burrito (another family favorite). I know that doesn't sound the least bit exciting but I enjoy those relaxing, low-key days at times. BUT, it was Spring Break after all so we had to do more than eat burritos.
Last night I dragged Lynn along for another book signing/talk. We went to see The Minimalists. I just recently discovered them while reading my many news feeds during a lunch break. (Pulse and Feedly are awesome). Hmmm, minimalism... that sounds like an interesting concept. Recently I've been complaining about how we're running out of storage space and how nice it would be to have a bigger house. But maybe that was the wrong solution. Maybe we just have too much crap. Unnecessary crap.
Last week, we began the potty training process with Tyson. Two and a half years old was the deadline to lose the diapers since that was when Andrew was fully trained. Oh how I don't miss those days. Now he's running around without a diaper, no underwear, with only shorts on. Free ballin'. There were many accidents but as of now, I feel like we're almost there. The pee aspect he has down but pooing, not so much. He's not a big fan of sitting on the toilet, especially on the kid potty seat. "No Thomas," he says referring to the Thomas the Tank Engine potty seat. Not sure why. Maybe he thinks he'll fall in since he's so tiny.
Even though Texas has its roller coaster weather, I do enjoy those 60-70 degrees days during the winter as the rest of the north is getting hammered with sub-zero temps. It's only during the summer that I spend my time on realtor.com and browse the different places I'd like to move to but won't since it's too dang expensive and I'm not getting richer anytime soon. But it's fun to dream.
You might be asking, Bobby who? You know, Paula Deen’s younger son... the one who was in the news lately for being a racist. (The mom, not the son.) Being from the South, is anyone really surprised? I mean, who isn’t racist? I’m sure my mom’s racist and I still like her. But anyway, that’s Paula Deen, who I don’t really care for but I’m a fan of her son. His show, Not My Mama’s Meals, is about making healthier alternatives to his mom's calorie-dense, heart clogging recipes.
My first born son is now eight years old. Has it been that long? He's tall too, up to my nipple now... or chest (for those who cringe at that word). He will definitely be taller than me... it's only a matter of when. So for his birthday, we decided that he would be denied of any big party since Andrew constantly gets screwed for his birthday (like last year how he spent his entire birthday in a car).
Happy new year! It's the year of the horse which means... I don't know. No one in this family is a horse. So... whatever. Sorry to anyone who is a horse or horse lover. I'm very indifferent towards this year's animal. The dragon and tiger are so much cooler.
The Icepocalypse, or ice apocalypse, or The Ice Storm, or whatever you want to call it first came to Texas last Friday. At the first sign of a possible freeze, people in Houston panic and go, "Oh, hellll nah. There be ice on mah car. Ain't no body got time for that. I gots to stay home." Maybe it didn't happen exactly like that but close enough. The city panics. The news is running non-stop winter freeze coverage. They shut down schools and major bridges so I stayed home Friday with the kids. No big deal. That was until the Icepocalypse II came yesterday.
Last weekend Lynn and I took a trip to Salt Lake City to celebrate our fifth year anniversary (without the kids of course). Only five years? It only seems longer because we've been to together for almost ten years. To be technical, the day of our anniversary isn't until a couple more days but we wanted to catch the beginning of the Sundance Film Festival. This trip would mark the fourth time that I've been and I hope to keep coming back.