The Redhead

Some of you may have heard me make comments about this beautiful child's personality. He has some of the cutest red hair I have ever seen and the personality that comes with red hair. It is crazy to me to see how different he is from Eston. In fact sometimes you would not even know they were brothers. Eston has always been a really easy going child and never got into anything. Carson on the other hand can be very needy and is always getting into something. Cheri and I have had more frustrating moments with Carson than we have with Eston. At the same time, Carson has the biggest heart. From the day he was born, he has always been able to sense when you need a little bit of love. There have been times when I have been down and depressed and out of the blue Carson will come up and give me a huge hug. It is those moments that you realize just how much love you have for your child no matter how much trouble or frustration they may cause for you. When we first saw the red hair, I was pretty sure that it would not stick this long, but it has and I am loving it. I am extremely proud to call myself the father of this little redhead.

Am I Getting Old?

Twice last week right before I went to bed, the movie Titanic was on. Between both times, I saw about the first hour of the movie. I would have stayed up to watch it, but both times it did not get over until 1:30, but both times left me wanting to watch more of it. I was not sure where to find the movie and I really did not want to pay to rent it, so I figured it was a lost cause and I would forget about it sooner or later.
Well, on Monday morning, I was getting ready to take the kids to my parents house when I discovered something that made my day. Whenever I go to my parent's house, I take a couple of boxes from my garage that belong to my brother Jeremy. As I was taking one of the boxes, I saw the movie Titanic sitting there. I grabbed knowing that Jeremy would not care if I borrowed it. Really I wanted to watch it right then and there, but I did not have the time.
Finally last night, I decided I could not hold off any longer and I put it in. I had not seen the show since high school and was expecting to find that it was still just as good and the few funny parts were still funny. Well, I was very wrong. I am not sure if I changed or if the movie changed, but I am guessing it is me.
As I watched the parts with childern hit be hard, because the kids in the movie are about the same age as my little kids. It was very easy to imagine my little ones standing in the hall crying.
Some of the funny parts were still funny. Like when they break through the wall and the guy says that they are going to have to  pay for the damage. Then there is the part where Jack says he is going to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star.
Then there were the parts that I thought were funny back in high school, but now seem sad and horrible. Back then, I thought it was funny that people were falling from the top of the ship, hitting the rails and then falling into the ocean. Last night, I thought, this is horrible that people actually died like this.
So, I got to watch the whole movie again and I was happy about that, I still stayed up later than I should have, but I watched it. I also learned that with time and age come some maturing which is good, but does that mean I am getting old?

Thursday Thought

Today's thought comes from Lily Tomlin.

"The road to success is always under construction."

Wednesday Rewind

This was while we were waiting for the Ogden 5K to start this year. The race starts at 7:00 and the starting line is at the mouth of Ogden Canyon. I was really cold and tired and that is why I don't look very enthused to be there. The kids had that nice stroller to ride in that we were able to borrow from Jenni. I pushed that thing the whole way, most of the time running. I came in at 42 minutes, but I also had  to stop and use the bathroom, so really 40 minutes.



Tie Tuesday

Getting the Grade

This Summer I have had the chance to do an internship with the Deseret News. Throughout the semester I was supposed to work 180 hours for them. During the 180 hours I was required to write a log each week of my experience and meet with my professor twice.
The semester ended last week and I was only at 122 hours and had only met with my professor once. This is a created a problem since I clearly had not met the requirements for the class. My professor assured me that it would be fine and that she would give me and incomplete until I was done with my hours and then she would change it to a complete.
After talking to the folks in the Financial Aide office, I found out that an incomplete would not be good. Due to the incomplete, my aide would be held up. That is money that we desperately need at the moment and do not want held up. So, I took the situation to my professor and increased the hours that I would spend at my internship.
Well, luckily my professor agreed to give me a complete as long as I gave her a signed contract stating when I would complete my internship and meet with her for the second time. I am so grateful to her for agreeing to help me out with this. Somehow it always seems to work out in the end. 

The Train

Last night as I got on the train, I did the usual, look for a spot where nobody else will surround me. Usually at night this is a very easy task as there are not a ton of people that are commuting at 11:00 p.m. Last night, however, the task proved to be very difficult. Instead of being close to empty, the train was full. It was full of young, loud, drunk and annoying people. On top of that I was extremely tired and wanted to read. However with all of the noise, there was no way that was going to happen. You might ask, why not just switch cars and get away from that group. Well, every car was full of people that match that description.


As I sat there listening to all of them talk (because I could hear them ALL) I thought about my two little boys at home. I really hope that Cheri and I can teach them how to properly behave in public. I hope they understand that they don't have to be loud and use every swear word in the book and then add some more to the book. I hope they turn out to be gentlemen who think about others long before they think of themselves.