Nobility, Humility, Loyalty
Jake and I recently bought a game for our Wii called Just Dance.
We decided to bring it over to Jenni’s the other night and show them how much fun it really is. Here is a video of Jacob and Aiden dancing to a Russian song. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
-Andrea
Milverton set this little piece against the backdrop of a depressed people. Here are his words of introduction: “It’s the eve of the Winter Solstice and I’ve never known people in this country to be so depressed. The airports are closed, many motorways are grid-locked or snowbound and retailers are taking a beating as customers cannot get to the shops. Talk about a ‘bleak mid-winter!'”
The radio broadcast may be found for a few more days at http://bbc.in/gBoImr
The Gate of the Year (aka God Knows)
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:“Give me a light, that I may tread safely into the unknown!”And he replied:“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”So, I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the nightAnd He led me toward the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
Where is Art Linkletter when you need him? We had an episode worthy of the former TV and radio host. It has to do with the science of birthday parties.
The foundation for this episode is that we are playing host to Jenna and Riley Lane, two of the cutest granddaughters on the planet (just ask us), fulfilling our mission as grandparents. In the middle of their stay with us, we hosted a birthday party for another granddaughter, Emily Lincoln.
So the birthday party ran its course on Saturday. Guests arrived, the kids went swimming, we all had pizza, cake and ice cream – you know the drill. So when all the people left, some of the decorations remained. Among the decorations was a cluster of balloons, on ribbons, that had ascended above the table upon which their anchor rested.
Saturday evening the balloon cluster found its way into a corner of the bedroom in which the girls slept.
Sunday morning, as the girls awakened and began talking, Riley discovered the balloons now in a cluster on the floor, still partially inflated. Observing Riley’s discovery that the balloons were on the floor, Grandpa whined and made a comment about how sad the occasion was.
“Don’t be sad, Grandpa,” Riley comforted. “Let’s discuss the life cycle of a balloon.”
Well what can I say? This post is way overdue, partially due to my underestimation of the busy nature of married and parental life, my forgetting how to actually get to this area of the site, and general laziness.
In the past year, Amy and I have celebrated our first anniversary, our second Christmas as a family, and several honor roll events for Emily. We have also endured difficulties with work and money, a miscarriage, and a few complications with Amy’s third pregnancy.
It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Connor Reddick. His middle name is currently a topic of much discussion (and some controversy) but we will come to a decision in the near future.
Connor is scheduled to arrive on July 24, 2010, and we couldn’t be more excited! Even Emily wasn’t the least bit disappointed to be getting a brother instead of a sister.
Currently everything is going fine, and we can hardly wait to welcome the newest member of the Reddick family into the world.
His hair fell out in clumps today. I teared up and he said, “Time to get a haircut.” He seems fine with it all. It’s me that falls apart every time something new happens.
Do you ever just feel like nothing is going your way? I decided that it wasn’t cancer when I sat in the hospital room, but the doctors said otherwise. I decided that they would get it all with the surgery, but the radiologist disagreed. So I decided that his blood work would be fine and markers would go back to normal after the tumor was removed, but the oncologist said, “Chemo.” Then I geared up and decided that he wouldn’t get sick, I was wrong again. Hair fell out in clumps today, and he says, “Time to get a haircut.”
I am ready for things to go the way that I want them to.