we took the dude out on his first hike. it was a nice jaunt. the mega-stroller held up well and he was fascinated with everything. he didn't sleep a wink. this was a useful fact later. teh puppay was also most pleased by the outing. it's been a while since she hit the trail and i think we all felt better for it. we've gound a way to get our groove back on that front. and so we shall!
new year's eve was the best of times and the worst of times. well, not really the worst but a little on the crappy side. we had a great dinner of lobster tails and steak with grilled asparagus and some tasty (if a little strong) roasted garlic bread. it was a wonderful meal that takes bloody little prep time. after the tastiness, we went to make an appearance at a friend's party. i put the dude into the carrier thingy (the running joke being that stacky carried him for the first nine months and i get him for the next nine...ha! waaaay easy! he's under 20 lbs and there's no way he'll hit 60 lbs before 9 months!...or is there?) and we made nice. it was a mellow time. good folks, some tasty snacks (not that we needed any!) and fun conversation.
at about 10, the dude was getting fussy. he was ready for bed so we headed home. he was fed and tucked in. we broke out the spumanti that we've been saving for about a year (great shite! bonny doone is the way to go for wine for people like me who don't know anything about anything) and fired up some tasty pound cake with port glaze. everything was running right on schedule.
and then the world exploded.
...or at least it sounded like it...
down here in the republic (and especially outside of the city limits proper) the celebration of the new year is done with explosives. lots and lots of explosives. fireworks were flying and they went nuts this year. there were far more than the previous two years i've been here. and it turns out that my son has no desire to live in a war zone. smart lad!
he wigged out. big time.
since mommy had had some wine, the boobie was out of the question. bottle? i don't think so. walking around and talking in a soothing voice? fuck that. daddy, you're useless. not that mommy had much more luck. i'm told that he finally settled down around 3:30 AM and his mom got to sleep around 4. when i woke up, they were both back in the bed with me and i got out of bed around 10. the lil dude was exhausted. we played for a little bit while mommy slept and then he was out cold. he stayed that way for most of the day.
so the winner of the first cockblock of the new year is: fireworks! fucking morons wreckin' my game. i had plans. idiots.
so yesterday was a day of rest. lots of rest. and packing up x-mas stuff. i put a little floor in up in the attic so that there's more storage area. and now it's in use. go team!
looking around the site i've noticed that there was a lot of shit that had to be shovelled by a lot of people this year. for me, it was a stressful year that ended so very well. i'm incredibly happy and i'd like to share that. there were some rough patches and i really tested myself. i took part in starting a family. i moved around a lot of my priorities. my wife and i changed our lifestyles so that they are more sane and more in step with what we believe. this year, we'll do more of the same.
i hope that each one of you finds a little extra happiness this go 'round. i've walked a little more road and seen a few more things. with that tiny extra granule of experience in my tiny, but hopefully growing, bag of wisdom i can say this: life is 1% what happens to you and 99% what you make of it. change can happen. if you want something enough, you can get it. there is hope.
let me repeat that...
there is hope. always.
for everyone here who is living through a time of personal trauma, i wish you peace. for those of you who, like me, are feeling pretty good i wish you'd buy a pint for someone who's down. i'm sending out good vibes to all of you.
good luck in 2008!
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