The bloody toe

Recently, when Reagan prays, her prayers are approximately 8-9 seconds.  Tonight, when she prayed, she went on and on about Saint George, her bedroom- everything.  It was really cute.  Roxie said a nice prayer, but there was nothing out of the ordinary with hers (they are always a little long and interesting).

I spent a little time with Lucy, tonight, playing with her.  She chased the TV and cable remotes from one side of my legs, to the other.  As soon as she’d get within reach, I’d slide them other my legs so she’d have to move again.  I think I wore her out.

I read a few books to the girls, tonight.  They seemed to enjoy it and I did, too.  Everyone is now asleep and things are almost back to normal…Wendy is at the Twilight: Eclipse movie with the Langford girls, tonight.

Wendy and I visited grandma and met mom, down at Twin Oaks.

Grandma just referred to Roxie and Reagan as “our twins”. Very cool.

This is an example of what my steps look like when things are trecherous

On Sunday and due to technical difficulties, Wendy and I drove to church in separate cars (long story).  I ended up taking Roxie and Reagan.  It had iced over, the night before, so things were slick on the front stairs, at home.  I carried Roxie down to the truck.  Reagan, however, was a different story.  With her in my arms, I slipped right off of the top steps.  Time slowed down to a crawl as I fell.  I somehow managed to skip a step and slip all the way down the stairs until I planted my right foot deep in the snow on my front lawn.  I’m not sure how I didn’t go down.  I’m not sure how Reagan didn’t go down.

Once at church (we had the same slick ice situation at church), I carried Reagan to the front door and went back to the truck to finish the job.  My truck doors were locked.  Somehow, within 30 seconds, Roxie managed to start punching buttons on the passenger-side door and now I was locked out.

I weakly tried to show her how to open the lock by pointing to the lock.  She helpfully came over to the door where I was and pointed with me at the lock.  It was hilarious and frustrating, all at the same time.  I finally realized that being a responsible parent, I’d taken my keys with me, which were in my pocket.

I’ve been meaning to post these for a while, now, but just got to it.  These are the ultrasound pictures (as advertised) from February 2nd, of Thing Three.

I found this particular ultrasound to be somewhat frustrating, because the tech didn’t know what she was doing and fumbled around for a bit, trying to answer our questions.  We finally requested a more experienced doctor who was able to help us out.

Still, it’s fun to see her developing, no?

So tomorrow is our doctor’s appointment to discover what we’re having, gender-wise.  For the record, I’m predicting that it’ll be a boy.  That’s all.

So today (which was, technically, yesterday), I ran 10 miles.  I did it in 1:31:something.  So an hour and a half.  I’m happy to report that I did so with no pain, really.  So that is a big success.  One week from now, the marathon will be over.  Yay.  Patrick is going to kick all of our collective butts.

Dad mentioned something about running Nashville in April.  That would be great, if I can just get through SGM.

Wendy has been busy, here at home.  She painted the master bathroom (it has it’s way with the other bathrooms) and touched up some of the walls in our home.  It looks very nice.

Roxie and Raegan started saying prayers, this week.  Pretty simple, really, but I don’t think that matters, when it comes down to the things of Heaven.

Tonight, I scoured Facebook, looking for old friends.  Wow.  For a geek, I really have neglected one of the most popular websites.  We’ll see if I stay interested.  These social networking sites lose their luster for me, quickly.

Wendy and I are different creatures.  We laugh at different jokes, games, foods, etc.  I’m sure that this is all quite normal.  But for a couple of years, we had some interesting discussions about what we had in common.  If someone were to ask me, “So what do you two have in common, that you love to do?”, I’d have paused, before giving the answer.  Wendy and I have such different talents and interests, that finding that thing was sometimes a little difficult.  We loved each other.  We had that in common.

When Roxie and Reagan were born, we, all of a sudden, had some intense moments in common.  Roxie and Reagan were born with TTTS (most of you can recite this story by heart), which is a deadly and dangerous disease for newborn twins.  When your children suffer, sometimes it can really bring you together as a couple.  Wendy and I supported each other and really became quite fond of those light-as-a-8-sticks-of-butter children.

I dragged Wendy out of the house, kicking and screaming, one day.  She was going snowboarding for her first time.  I think we made it down a slope, maybe twice…for the whole day.  There was stress.  She was frustrated, because the board kept slipping from underneath her.  I was frustrated, because I had imagined myself teaching Wendy in such a way that she would just get it and she’d love it.  It worked out much better on paper than in real life, because it turned out that she got a little beat up on the hill.

I got her out a second time and a third.  It seems that by her 4th time of snowboarding, it was Wendy that was orginizing our trips.  She was really taking to it.  Soon, she was scouring eBay for discounted passes, so that we could go for another Saturday, while Kristi, her sister, watched the kids.  This was a husband’s dream come true.  Co-workers would ask how I got my wife to get into snowboarding.  I couldn’t say, because I didn’t know what it was that really got her into it.  Patience, I guess.

But the point to all of this, is that now Wendy and I had a past-time in common.  She started buying up gear, buying passes, and demanding that we go boarding.  We love snowboarding.  We look forward to snowboarding.  We even watch snowboarding on TV.

So as the years go on, we have found more and more things in common (not only snowboarding) and enjoy doing things together.  I couldn’t ask for more in a marriage.

Today, Wendy and I have been married for 7 years.  It’s sort of a magical number.  It’s a good, healthy indication of a good and healthy marriage (or intense stubbornness, which isn’t a bad thing, either).  I’m happy that my wife snowboards, but even more so, that she loves me.  I look forward to many years of going to the local ski resort with her.  And when we get old and decrepid and our snowboards are more of a liability than anything, we’ll always have our snowboarding videos.

Oh, and our children.  We’ll always have our children.

Happy anniversary, Wendy.  I can’t wait for the snow to fall.

Wendy, my wife, just started her own blog. I’m trying to find a fun theme that she can use.  She likes a lot of the themes that you can find on Blogger, MySpace, etc.  But, as you know, I’m sort of a fan of the open source options.  WordPress is a great product.  I just need to find something that will feel like blogger, but be as good as WP.  Your advice is welcome (Not you spammers, who keep trying to get my to accept your lame comments)

Wendy

Wendy and I are seeing this, this afternoon.

Marathon:

Glide-on, shorts, talk-top, throwaway shirt, socks, shoes, belt, inhaler, chap-stick, Garmin (and charger), hat.