Inadequacy ... Loving Encouragement

Baby Doll

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 05:55:00 +0000

My oldest, who we call giggles, has two objects that she carries around. One is a stuffed teddy bear that I gave to me wife when we were dating that she connected with around her brother's birth. She was eighteen months old and needed/wanted that bear all the time. She could even distinguish him from another bear that we had who had a pink bow instead of red. In all other ways they were the same, but she knew which one was Uh-oh (the name that we gave the bear and one of only four words that she could say at the time: the others were mama, dada, and baby). The other is a doll that she got for her second Christmas. She was named Baby doll to distinguish her from the other babies in her young life (what with cousins and siblings). Baby doll is not a soft doll, she has a solid core with a speaker to coo at you with. Her head and arms all move when she is cooing.

Last week baby doll had the most unfortunate thing happen. She was beheaded. More specifically the piece that kept her mechanically rotating head connected broke. Giggles was very sad but, since mommy was still asleep, I told her that we would try to fix her later. I had mentioned to my wife the possibility of taking Baby doll apart and stuffing her as a Christmas gift this last Christmas but we never did get around to it. As it was now a necessity, I figured something needed to be done. When mom woke up and the day slowed down I got to work.

One of baby dolls arms had already been broken so I started by breaking the other. If I was going to fix her I might as well get rid of the hard core, especially since it no longer was attached to the head. I ripped out, as delicately as I could, the solid pieces of baby doll. It took a lot of cutting and careful force in an attempt to not damage the outward appearance of the doll. Her head and neck especially took a while as I tried to figure out how to reconnect it. Finally with all unneeded parts stripped and in most cases broken, I had to come up with a way to get her back together. How do you reconnect a head to a body that is not made to be connected. Well, I used on old coat hanger. I made a nice loop that would fill much of the head and make it so that it would not be easily detached. Then folded it so that it went down some of the length of the arms. I destroyed an old pillow for stuffing and the sewed the body together. The coat hanger couldn't be pulled out of the body because of the width of the coat hanger in the arm and the head could not be pulled off because of the circular form.

Giggles did not have Baby doll for bed that night because I was still working on attaching the head, stuffing, and sewing. I was done, for the most part, before I went to bed and relatively pleased with myself. The next morning I presented baby doll to my daughter before leaving to work. For one day Baby doll was the best thing ever (again) and now she is just that second object that is always there. I think Giggles knew that there was a possibility that Baby doll was gone forever.

Why women are always colder than men.

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 20:29:00 +0000

I was folding laundry this morning with a pile for me, my wife, and each of our three kids. It was whites and so most of it was stuff for my wife and I but I was taken back by how much higher my pile was then hers. It seemed like I had folded about the same amount of clothes for each of us.

As I started folding a shirt of mine, after having folded one of my wife's, I realized why my pile was larger. He clothes were normally very thin especially in comparison to mine. That is when the thought struck me, "is she trying to freeze?" I know that she is not, but it explain a lot about why she steals my clothes when she is cold or sick.

A new job

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:16:00 +0000

I started a new job yesterday. It is going well and very different from what I expected (that's a good thing). I would tell you more but my apartment building loss power and so the long write up that I had was lost. I would retype it but I am tired.

Mty wife and I have decided to get more involved in our ward since being released from Nursery. As such we went to ward temple night this week, and I went shooting with the Elder's quorum two weeks ago. It has been a lot of fun. Tomorrow I will be getting up early to play basketball with one of our wards two basketball teams (Stake Basketball). I am pretty sure that I am going to regret this. I am not good at basketball. Not just because I'm not a very talk man but also because it is something that I have known since sixth grade (and maybe even before that). There is a reason that I player baseball growing up and was a back-row player in Volleyball in High school. Those are places where since is less important. I even got shown up by one of my companions on my mission, and he was from Honduras. Not that Honduras makes people bad at basket ball but he was that classic short latino, except he dribbled circles around me. At least I told them that I would only be there so that everyone had a chance to sit out every once and a while.

The future

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:36:00 +0000

As I come to a end of the bachelor's degree I have to look to the future more than I have in a long while. Really the last time I though about the future so much was when I proposed to my wife. I had 5 and a half years of thinking about it before that and so it was not a hard decision. Ironically though we talk of the future while we are in school I don't think we really address it enough. I wonder if that in part comes from the fact that too many teachers go straight from school to school and so don't really ever have to deal with the "true" real world.

I love teaching and enjoy programming. I love languages and would love to know more but what do I do with my life? Teach? Government? Religion? or do I look for something unrelated? Management in so less related or unrelated field? What do I know? Here goes!

Undone Poetry

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 03:41:00 +0000

I would not consider myself a poet at any level but I was really into poetry in high school. I wrote poems (none of them very good) but expressive of myself at the time.

On the ride home today (on the bus) I just felt in the mood to write. I quickly realized that I did not want meter and rhyme to get in the way of writing (it having been so long since I have written) and so it is very free-form poetry but I thought I would share it.

Idea 1:
Everything that I know and everything I wish I knew tells me He is there in everything that I do and everything I see.

His love in times has guided me upon the path I've trod, yet in arrogance at knowing what He taught me I turned another way.

Looking back updon the path that cuts cross time and space, ashamed, I notice all the timesit turns and dips and weaves.

The task has not slackened or increased in any way but stands unaltered and ideal for each man for each man in their day.

It is no easier for one than for any other each much trudge their path in striving to come to Him.

He loves us as we come to Him and hurts when we choose "our way" but still He always waits for us to enter in someday.

Idea 2:
Love: innocent, ashamed, unknown, unrecognizable, inconceivable, unattainable, enjoyed.

Love: blissful, strained, sympathetic, shared, slipped away, understoof and treasured as we walk along our way.

As I said, very rough, but that is what I did on the bus ride home.

The third child

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 05:06:00 +0000

Yesterday night my wife had our third child, a beautiful little girl. Today my wife commented on the fact that we now have three kids and it got me thinking about that a third kid means.

A third kid spells the end of a car, we have a Camry with a large back seat but it will not hold three car seats (bring on the van, sorry I'm staying away from anything with mini in the name for a while). A third child spells insanity backwards (if you write it backwards and don't end up with insanity it is because you have problems and should see a specialist). A third child spells the end of the democratic reign of parents and the start of monarchy, theocracy, tyranny or anarchy. It spells the end of equal shares (no more I'll get this one, you get that one). It spells balance in a family (an oldest, a middle, and a youngest).

Three, symbolically, is recognized as complete or whole. We see it in the trinity, religious marriage vows, and the symbols for male and female. It is therefore not surprising that three is one of my favorite numbers. Ironically among my closest friends growing up I see the recurrence of the number three. Dean, Chris and myself were really close friends in elementry school. In high school my main group of friends consisted of three women and three men which (often, but not always) constituated three couples.

Needless to say, I am exited to have our third child. Welcome little one into our family. Sorry ahead of time for the difficulties and trials that shall be laid upon you in this family but know that I will always be three to strengthen, help and pray for you.

PS. Ironically, three is the number of girls that I have kissed. That's what happens when you mean your wife at 14.

When things go missing

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 03:36:00 +0000

I am learning some of the interesting points of habits and it is an very strange topic. For instance after a weekend with nothing to do but some little work and think about my missing my wife and children I have a better idea of one thing that could drive a spouse to be unfaithful, if they were leaning in that way to begin: physical addiction habits. I did, thankful, also learn one thing that can keep such feelings at bay: thinking about the spouse and not about missing the habits.

I made this realization when I entered into a few recent conversations with friends about my wife being gone with the kids. Ironically one friend's wife is also gone and we had a fun little conversation about it. It brightens the day and drives away all of the physical loneliness that builds up to refocus on the spouse instead of on the habit that you have built together.

To clarify, I was in no way close to cheating on my wife. To equate the two would be like saying that I personally know what it feels like to run into a burning building because my wife decided to toast here cook book last month. The flames of her little fire though still able to be damaging are nothing like a house that is a blaze! Just to clarify.

Another point, down the same path (the one that I am on even if you are not after that clarification) is how much of a habit I have entered into with the kids. I am so used to closing all of the doors in the house, especially the bathrooms, closets, and my bedroom that I have kept closing them even though the kids cannot get into them as they are many hours away.

The really silly thing about this is that I insist on opening them when I realize what I have done. Am I trying to make it harder to remember when the kids get back just to torment myself? All just part of physical programming that takes more control than it should in our lives.

I, personally, love to re-organize rooms (but have resisted much since I got married for my wife's sanity) and I think that part of that desire is embedded in a need to not build too many habits. The other part is probably my need for a sense of freedom and changing the look of my surround makes me feel like I have gone somewhere else. Yes, I can be a little strange like that.

What has changed?

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:40:00 +0000

So, I have been married now for 4 years and we have had a pretty easy marriage. My wife and I genuinely care about each other and I learn every so often that genuine become more genuine with time and experience. This is not the point though.

In these past 4 years my wife and I have been apart from each other very few evenings. Sometimes we have a late night were I am working while she is sleeping or even where I have played or worked through the night and she has sent me to bed when she woke up. Those I am not counting, I mean nights where we are separated by more than walls and door but by miles, city limits, and/or state borders. I am a student and so such is not required of me in a profession (currently, who knows about the future).

Last time that I remember is when my wife went to Disneyland with her sisters some time ago (this is my ambiguity that means I am terrible with dates and time keeping on things like this). On that occasion she was gone for 5 days (I think) and in truth I missed the company of my family but probably enjoyed the peace of being alone more than I missed everything else. They were all back (meaning her and the kids) before not having them wore on me too much.

This time around, my wife with the kids are gone for a week visiting her mother. I have not been able to enjoy the peace and quiet because I have missed everyone so much. I wish to hold her and have her here with me. I want the joy in my childrens' faces as I chase them through the house on my hands and knees. I miss it all. The craving is very poignant and has hit me hard, so what has changed in the year-ish gap since the last time?

I don't know. But I think that I'm going through withdraws. Maybe that one friend was right when she told us in high school that we were addicted to each other. Time makes quitting harder from what I'm told.

Searching an unstable ecconomy

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sat, 23 May 2009 15:27:00 +0000

Recently I have been thinking a lot about how I will support my family in the current economy. I'm not one to get bent out of shape over the little problems but this is my family and so my direct responsibility. Through many changes I decided that I would like to be a Spanish teacher but the more I look at it the more I worry about providing for my family. I know that I would love it, and that I love spending time with my kids and wife but how well can I fulfill both of those?

A teacher does not often make enough to support a family on just that job which would mean that I would need to get another job (meaning less time with my family) or my wife would have to work as well, something that see is not eager to do at this point. Also, teachers tend to work strange hours longer than their pay affords if any teacher is to be believed.

I have thought some about looking more into a job working with computers, as it is my minor anyway. I have been reluctant to go that way because I am not sure how much I would like to program all day. I am not a hard core programmer but I have been programming for quite a few years now and spend a lot of my time doing it. I say that I am not sure if that is what I want to do all the time and yet, currently, it is what I do all the time. It seems a little two sided to me too, but those are my feelings.

The more I think about providing for my family, the more I become more amenable to going that way. It seems to be one of the few markets that has been little effected by the dip in the economy and pays pretty well at the end of the day. Besides that it allows for a little more structure which I want to have for my family.

Is it the right choice? Only God knows, I'll check in with him before I make a final decision, but for now I must ponder it ot in my mind.

Going Nowhere fast

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Fri, 22 May 2009 01:09:00 +0000

So, yeah, nowhere and in a hurry even. I have been enjoying my first and likely last every term class (how do people keep up). I am enjoying teaching and trying to share more ideas but realizing that I might have done it better last time around, oh well, we are covering more material and everyone seems exited about what we plan to get to.

I think a nice happy medium will work better. Any way, better get back to work.

Growing up

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 02:09:00 +0000

Everyone always tells you that it is important to explore your options while yo uare growing up but no one ever tells you when to stop and specialize. That is that no one ever told me when to make that switch. Not saying that I haven't learned thing that I can do for work but as I grow closer to graduation I wonder about what I will really do as I view my self as having many skills but not a lot of specialization. Oh well, looks like it is time to start looking for an employeer.

Looking out for each other

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 16:38:00 +0000

After the Priesthood Session of General Conference, I came away with a feeling that we must all take care to look after each other. With these feeling came also others regarding ways that I need to and can change to do just this. I thought of the people in my ward that the Lord has given me the responsibility to look after. I could not picture them because I do not know who they are, which only deepened the feeling of need to improve.

I pondered much more fully on my brother who I love and know now how to interact with, encourage, or assist. He has made some decisions that are not good for him. Some spiritual in nature which breaks my heart but to focus on those only makes it harder to interact with him. I must ignore them so that he can know that I love him: a thing I am still working on making more obvious. I fear most, currently, for those choices that he has made that can be very adverse to him physically or mentally.

I have always had a hard time interacting with my sister and this brother, not because of their choices but more that are opinions and personalities have been so different as to render our relationships difficult. Since my sister got married and started having kids, our relationship has become easier; however, I do not have these experiences to increase the similarities between my brother and myself. I find that life can be very helpful in creating similarities in people but our lives are so very difference that it can be difficult at times.

I do not know what I will do, but do something I must: love my brother without fail. Now the hardest part is making it obvious to him just how much I care for him. Lets all take a moment and come up with ways in which we can look after each other and then put them in action. I hope that I can.

Getting back to it

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 14:11:00 +0000

My wife and I love to invite friends over to have dinner and play some games (usually board or card games). We have of late been terrible about it but we decided to get started again and try something new. Usually we invite over couples and as most of our friends are married. However, this weekend we decided to invite over some single friends. I ran into Kim the other day, from my home ward (or at least the ward I was in when I left on my mission) and invited her to come over. I learned that her brother, Kevin, is also up here these days and so invited him as well. They both brought over friends (Yeah Stephanie and Mekenzie) and we had lasagna and played a game called Loaded Questions. It was a lot of fun to have them over and catch up on, oh, 6 years.

Now we are working on my wife's birthday and we will see where we go from there. Yeah to fun games. By the way, Kim and Kevin don't think that you can get out of learning Bang! that easy.

Hearing

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 18:39:00 +0000

They say that you never know what you've got until you lose it. I would hope that it is not entirely true; however, with my hearing I would have to agree. I had many problems as a child with my hearing and suffered much at the mercy of my ears. Infections, tubes; oh, I did it. But that all happened so long ago that I don't remember it much.

When I got sick almost two weeks ago it was unpleasant but when I lost most of my ability to hear a few days ago it was disastrous. It turns out I picked up something that sometimes causes problems in your ears and so for me it did. I'm now on two antibiotics and neither once tastes very good. I hope these actually help because, as one who has taken antibiotics for no reason, I know the joys of being wrongly prescribed medication.

Another Semester

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 03:32:00 +0000

Well, this semester I decided to try something that I have previously avoided. I placed almost all of my classes on a single day pattern. That is I have all but one of my classes on Monday and Wednesday. That makes it so that Tuesday and Thursday I can relax a little more and also focus on working instead of having to mix work and school so much.

Today, being a Tuesday, I loved the way it worked out. Tomorrow I am not as exited about. I believe I get a break from 10:00 am until noon but other then that I have a full day of school ahead of me and a whole lot of questions about why it was that I decided to try this method in the first place.

Moving and stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:05:00 +0000

Recently we moved, an adventurous proposition in any book that does not include money to pay people to do all the moving for you. It meant many trips (the move was between two close cities). Being as we moved into a second floor apartment, it also meant many, many trips up our 16 stair flight. I got a better workout then most people get on a stair master in two full days. I then had enough cake to make up for all the lost calories.

My daughters birthday went well though. We finally got her a gift that she really loves: Disney Princess Sandals with light on them. You know the kind that flash as she walks around. We purchased them after she would not leave them behind in Payless about a month and a half ago.

We are now adjusting to our new place. Katy is now sleeping in a bed of her own and Jayson is in the crib. We are enjoying having our own room again and that meant that mom bought us candles to help my wife and I spice up our love life again. The only problem, we have so much stuff stashed in our room that to light a candle at present would be the best way to have to move again, this time with a lot less stuff.

At lest that rest of the house is starting to come together well. Thanks mom coming out to help us unpack. Thanks to all of our friends who helped us move. And a special thank you for our angle sister, Keryn, who watched our kids through it all. By it all I wish to include getting her kids sick, our kids sick and finally getting them all back to healthy while dealing with a leach (her to be fourth child). That is totally Awsome!

A servant among his masters

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 19:37:00 +0000

This last semester I was able to be a TA for one of my favorite class. It is an internet publishing class that teaches the basics of XHTML, CSS, and Javascript. It is a ton of fun.

This term, I was asked to teach the class. This was exiting for me, to be recognized as being proficient and capable of teaching the class. So, I am getting ready to teach the class; putting together lesson plans, assembling notes for the class, writing a class syllabus and everything else involved in teaching a class that you have never taught before. I know I can do it, but it still makes me feel out of place to have so much power (granted that everything has to be approved by a coordinator, since I am still a student employee).

So as great as all of this has been and how exited I am, my boss asked me the other day if I wanted a Teaching Assistant. I figured that since I was a student employee I would be on my own with the class, so I was exited to hear about this option. At first I had no idea who I could ask to do it or who would be interested, but I spoke with my boss about it and he named some individuals from the class that I TAed for him that would be good. As he went through the names, I immediately knew who I wanted to have be my TA.

Chance would have it that I ran into her the next day at the lab and asked her about it. She was available and thought is would be fun but wanted some time to think about it. Today she got back to me, I have my TA! I am exited and she is probably a little nervous (at least i was when I TAed). Now, I hope that everything goes well. My most difficult trial will be keeping her well informed about her responsibilities and the material we cover (we are covering some material that was not covered in her class, but it is only a minimal amount of material).

Here we go!

An AJAX let down

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 00:42:00 +0000

Yesterday I programmed my first AJAX application. I have programmed in XHTML, CSS, Javascript, ActionScript, VisualBasic, PHP, MySQL, XML, XSLT, and Perl but I had never taken the chance to actually create an AJAX application. I finally sat down to do it, having read about how it works almost a year ago. Now, having done it, I am suddenly less impressed with how it works.

Don't get me wrong, it is a very helpful tool to know about and be able to use but programatically it left me wanting. I guess that for me it felt too much like ActionScipt which, for so reason, I evaluated to be a bad thing. I think it is my utter dislike for superfluous pages in a website. I don't like the whole idea of a single page dedicated to nothing other then a single process but I guess I needed a login page anyway, right?

Well, I've done it now. Moving on...

Love of a near 2 year old

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:46:00 +0000

My daughter has a special kind of love that she shares with no one else but one, her brother. "Jace-Jace," she will call out to him as he sits in his swing, barely over two months old. He is not quite old enough to really respond to her, even with a smile, but it is adorable to her mother and I. It is such a different love then she has for either of us or even her "Uh-oh" (teddy bear). Don't get me wrong she still has her moments when she wants her mom and will try to push him off of her lap (thankfully not physically so...yet) but it is so real and obvious in her tone and excitement how much she cares for him. She instinctively knows that he is her's - her little brother.

My wife and I joke that neither child looks too much like either of us. Our two kids, however, are unmistakably siblings. The younger looks so much like his sister that it is shocking. I hope that they are close friends as they get older. My sister and I, a little more spaced out then them, were close in our younger years but grew apart in middle school and high school. Granted we have regained lost ground but we still remember the situations that pushed us away from each other those many years ago.

Blessing my son

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 04:31:00 +0000

Last Sunday, I had the privilege of blessing my first son in the church of my faith. It was a rather simple ceremony, lacking in eloquent prose and predefined displays of knowledge that I would not otherwise know. In short, he was blessed to do what he will grow up learning is important. Also to have good friends who will strengthen him and he them.

One of the more interesting points of the blessing was the number of people that participated in the administration--four. Less then normal and no more than those needed to form a complete circle. I was joined by my father, my brother-in-law (in-law), and the bishop. There was a great spirit that touched me and I knew that the ordinance was accepted of the Lord. My son seemed to know as well, he seemed somehow more content for much of the day; there is a chance, however, that it was only that I looked at him differently.

I love me family. I love the Lord for offering a way for us to return home again.

Mutual

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 17:15:00 +0000

Last Wednesday I met with the young men and women in my ward for mutual. Before starting the meeting I played some prelude music on the piano for something to do; I had arrived a little early. I was not watching a clock and so was surprised when I was asked what hymn we would be singing for open exercises with the youth. I decided, after making sure that no one else was going to play (I'm not very good), that it would be appropriate to sing "We Thank thee of God for a Prophet". After butchering the song, it is amazing how much harder it is to play when people are singing than when I am playing by myself. We then proceeded to stating the Purposes of the Aaronic Priesthood, the women stating their Young Women's Values and announcements before realizing that the bishop was not there to to give his announcement. So, we did what anyone does when things don't work as planed-we faked our way through. To the other leaders that meant me playing a long song, one which I also butchered, just for a longer time. Afterwards we broke into all of our individual groups while the bishop met with each of the youth to prepare for a temple trip next week.

In our little group I felt, as I almost always do, ill prepared to lead the youngest of our youth. I wonder how I was entrusted with such an important task. After our discussions and preparations-as we traveled home-I talked with the other two leaders, who are better prepared for leading a scout group about our small troop. It was interesting how they, being more capable and knowledgeable, were so willing to trust and follow my lead. I felt worst than ever. I hope that watching them I can learn to be a better youth leader.

Competency

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 05:26:00 +0000

So I was recently thinking about my resume and what I could says I was competent in. I work in computer programming and so competency is something that is asked and I was wondering what it means to be competent in any particular language or program. Can I do everything with it? What is everything? Is there a published volume of competency standards? If there is, where can I get one? So I was trying to answer these questions for myself and not doing very well when ... nothing happened to change anything. I still sit here and wonder about what is the standard in competence. I do believe that the only thing that I learned is that I know I am not competent in competency.

A blog for an office

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:23:00 +0000

I recently got into the blog mania and just reached my 5th blog that I actually write on with a blog from the office that I have worked at for the last two years. It proves to be the most interesting if it takes off, though I am still unsure of that future. I was thinking about it after creating it and realized how strange of a concept it seemed to be: a blog for a bunch of people who see each other every day. At least we are inviting old employees. Also, I am leaving which makes the blog a contact to the people I loved working with for two years. So here is to hope and love and a desire that neither shall fade between me and all my fellow employees (who I call friends).

From 1 to 2, things to know

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 05:47:00 +0000

Recently my wife gave birth to our second child and first son, an exiting event in the life of any individual. What I have realized in these last three weeks are some of the differences between having a single child and having two children. What could I possibly know in three weeks? Not much, but some thing that I wish I knew before my son was born.

Night Time

One child: a hard night can be remedied by transitioning night time to last from 10:00 pm until noon the next day, for what difference does it make to someone who cannot even focus on their own two hands?

Two children: a hard night can only be remedied if you do not have another for a full week, as your older child still wakes at 6:00 am regardless of your not getting to sleep until 4:00 am.

Feeding

One child: feeding is fun and exiting, a pleasure that you enjoy for 30 minutes 5 times a day. Yes, a full two hours of just watching them eat and trying to get them to burp; a simple sacrifice when you have nothing else to do.

Two children: you start eating their food to make sure that you do not miss feedings. You might think that two kids means 5 hours of feeding but it is more like 6 hours and that along with the trying to sleep and keep your house together add up to more time then you even have awake.

House Cleaning

One child: at first there is nothing to do as they do not move and all you have is to take out a trash a little more often. Even when they start making a mess you can clean up when they take naps before you take your own.

Two children: have you ever been invited to the house of some one with two kids? There is a reason, something has to give and house cleaning, for as fun as it is, usually gives first. At least for the first few months until it can be determined how the children can help...yeah.

Respect for the Wife

One child: I appreciated her trust that I would bring home money for the family and her willingness to do errands that had to be done in the time that I had to work or be at school. I loved her determination and drive.

Two children: I worship her. I beg her not to leave me alone with both kids and kiss her everyday and tell her how good she is doing, regardless of the state of the house because I recognize how much better than me she is doing and I pray that I can always provide for her and the kids. Babe, I cannot do what you do. Thank you. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to help. Know that I love you and pray I am found worthy of your love in return.

Umm...

noreply@blogger.com (Tyler) — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:12:00 +0000

Did you every think that ... umm, you would ever try to ... umm ... What?!? Get it out already! Teaching in an IT Training group, I hear people present all the time and constantly correct people about over using filler words like umm and ah along with other nonsense, extra noises. Today after a practice teaching session with some of the newer employees, a group of us discussed the new employees' ability to avoid such distracting sounds. We were exited about how well they had done and complemented them on only using fillers once or twice. What caught my attention was theat the other employee that was evaluating with me, while presenting her critique, she said "umm" on six occasions in all of maybe 5 minutes. Oh that I could say that I am any better. Please if I start talking like that around you, correct me so that I do not get into the habit.