Today, Grandpa was the one Shane chased after and dragged everywhere he went.
There's something about Grand-Dads and little boys!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
There's Something about Grand-dads
Sunday and Monday, Pop-Pop was the man of the hour. Nana wasn't sure if she should be sad she fell out of favor, or if she should just put her feet up and enjoy the Shane and Pop-Pop show!
About That Job...
Carrie found out yesterday that her boss is resigning. Her job is safe until the end of March when he goes.
She's got to schedule up a follow-up doctor's appointment, too.
It didn't help that I didn't get home from my class until after 7:30 either.
Needless to say, it wasn't a good day for her.
She's got to schedule up a follow-up doctor's appointment, too.
It didn't help that I didn't get home from my class until after 7:30 either.
Needless to say, it wasn't a good day for her.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Super Bowl Sunday - Ravens vs 49ers
I was excited that the Super Bowl may end at a decent time.
Then the lights went out.
To stay up or not?
It's a hard call when the game is getting good.
Then the lights went out.
To stay up or not?
It's a hard call when the game is getting good.
Things are Heating Up
Literally.
We have a working air system again!
Dan, a mechanic from his work, and the mechanic's brother-in-law spent all day working on our system. They were nice guys. Carrie and I confirmed that Dan's girlfriend wasn't imaginary when asked!
The new system works great so far!
No more emergency heat and stuck parts skyrocketing up our power bills. February's bill will be nice and March's bill should be even nicer.
We have a working air system again!
Dan, a mechanic from his work, and the mechanic's brother-in-law spent all day working on our system. They were nice guys. Carrie and I confirmed that Dan's girlfriend wasn't imaginary when asked!
The new system works great so far!
No more emergency heat and stuck parts skyrocketing up our power bills. February's bill will be nice and March's bill should be even nicer.
Welcome Back!
Welcome back, "Indy, Pop-Pop, Nana, Jama!"
Shane's loving day care support team is back in town after a month of taking care of business in Beaumont.
Carrie, Shane and I dropped by tonight for a quick hello. Indy was the first favorite, but Shane grabbed Pop-Pop by the hand and picked him for the last half of the night.
Whenever I came into the room to play, Shane said "Daddy bye-bye!"
Shane's going to have a lot of fun when Carrie goes to work tomorrow!
Shane's loving day care support team is back in town after a month of taking care of business in Beaumont.
Carrie, Shane and I dropped by tonight for a quick hello. Indy was the first favorite, but Shane grabbed Pop-Pop by the hand and picked him for the last half of the night.
Whenever I came into the room to play, Shane said "Daddy bye-bye!"
Shane's going to have a lot of fun when Carrie goes to work tomorrow!
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Shane's Name
Shane's middle name was not always "Finnegan."
It was almost his first name.
From the start, Carrie said that if we had a girl her name would be "Kaylee."
I agreed on the condition that I could name any boys whatever I wanted (like "Major Major").
Carrie agreed.
When we learned we were going to be blessed with a boy, I learned that it was a 'conditional' agreement (AKA if she didn't like what I picked I had to re-pick until she did like it!).
We were able to agree quickly on a set of rules. At first, I liked Finlay and Finnegan. I like to think of nicknames when I think of names, and I thought 'Finn' would be a good nickname for my future boy.
Eventually, Carrie and I agreed on Shane. At the time, it almost felt like we were just picking a name, but the more we said it the more it became Shane's name and felt 'right.' Carrie suggested Shane's middle name be Finnegan, but I refused. In my head, I thought that maybe my second son could have that name.
Shane's middle name was set to be Malcom.
It stayed that way until after he was born.
The delivery was hard on Carrie. It was very scary for me, too, and after I saw what my wife went through I released the name.
Up until that point, I had been 'saving' the name Finnegan for a future child. My wife was a hurt (yet joyful) mess after Shane's birth and I did not feel that I could ask her to go through that again.
Carrie knew that I originally wanted a large family. We talked about things like that before we were engaged.
She understood when I asked to change Shane's middle name.
The name, Finnegan, felt meaningful to me since the beginning and by giving him both of the names I wanted I signaled I was putting all of my love and hope of a family into Shane.
I don't regret the decision either.
The name fits.
Shane Finnegan is my son.
It was almost his first name.
From the start, Carrie said that if we had a girl her name would be "Kaylee."
I agreed on the condition that I could name any boys whatever I wanted (like "Major Major").
Carrie agreed.
When we learned we were going to be blessed with a boy, I learned that it was a 'conditional' agreement (AKA if she didn't like what I picked I had to re-pick until she did like it!).
We were able to agree quickly on a set of rules. At first, I liked Finlay and Finnegan. I like to think of nicknames when I think of names, and I thought 'Finn' would be a good nickname for my future boy.
Eventually, Carrie and I agreed on Shane. At the time, it almost felt like we were just picking a name, but the more we said it the more it became Shane's name and felt 'right.' Carrie suggested Shane's middle name be Finnegan, but I refused. In my head, I thought that maybe my second son could have that name.
Shane's middle name was set to be Malcom.
It stayed that way until after he was born.
The delivery was hard on Carrie. It was very scary for me, too, and after I saw what my wife went through I released the name.
Up until that point, I had been 'saving' the name Finnegan for a future child. My wife was a hurt (yet joyful) mess after Shane's birth and I did not feel that I could ask her to go through that again.
Carrie knew that I originally wanted a large family. We talked about things like that before we were engaged.
She understood when I asked to change Shane's middle name.
The name, Finnegan, felt meaningful to me since the beginning and by giving him both of the names I wanted I signaled I was putting all of my love and hope of a family into Shane.
I don't regret the decision either.
The name fits.
Shane Finnegan is my son.
Boys Will Be High-Energy
Have you ever put groceries just inside the doorway?
You know, on those cold days where you want to get everything out of the car and into the house with minimal fuss. Once everything is inside, you move the groceries from your staging area to where they belong.
Shane likes to help. He is strong enough that he can pick up a box of Mommy's diet ginger ales and carry it to the kitchen! Then he'll run back for the 12-pack of diet root beers next.
Yesterday, I put a bottle of Strawberry-Banana V8 Juice in the entrance hallway.
It was big and red and must have looked awesome, because Shane snatched it up. It was also much lighter than soda cans. I know this, because Shane ran around the corner with it and hurled it like a javelin. There was a *crash!* (expected!) and then a *whoosh!* (unexpected!)!
The juice landed nose down and the top broke. Plastic shattered and red juice gushed out onto the walls and in an ever-growing pool on the floor.
Shane was pretty proud of himself. I think he was still on a high in time-out with Mommy. It took almost half a roll of paper towels for Daddy to wipe down the walls, kitchen half-door, and floors.
It was annoying then, but I can laugh about it enough now to post it online.
You know, on those cold days where you want to get everything out of the car and into the house with minimal fuss. Once everything is inside, you move the groceries from your staging area to where they belong.
Shane likes to help. He is strong enough that he can pick up a box of Mommy's diet ginger ales and carry it to the kitchen! Then he'll run back for the 12-pack of diet root beers next.
Yesterday, I put a bottle of Strawberry-Banana V8 Juice in the entrance hallway.
It was big and red and must have looked awesome, because Shane snatched it up. It was also much lighter than soda cans. I know this, because Shane ran around the corner with it and hurled it like a javelin. There was a *crash!* (expected!) and then a *whoosh!* (unexpected!)!
The juice landed nose down and the top broke. Plastic shattered and red juice gushed out onto the walls and in an ever-growing pool on the floor.
Shane was pretty proud of himself. I think he was still on a high in time-out with Mommy. It took almost half a roll of paper towels for Daddy to wipe down the walls, kitchen half-door, and floors.
It was annoying then, but I can laugh about it enough now to post it online.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Carrie's Job
Marrying me was a great career move for my wife.
She quit her job as a veterinary technician, moved from Richmond, and immediately signed up for a summer program she's passionate about. When the program ended, she walked up to her boss and said, "you need me."
He was impressed, and decided he did.
Carrie's worked for Gaston since.
Carrie's worked for Gaston since.
Random Math
194 day contract, but 11 days are workshops, in-services, and workdays. 194 - 11 = 183 days with kids.
92 school days completed out of 183 contracted.
183 days on contract - 2 hurricane days = 181 days with kids total this year.
92 / 181 = the school year is 50.8% over, but who's counting?
92 school days completed out of 183 contracted.
183 days on contract - 2 hurricane days = 181 days with kids total this year.
92 / 181 = the school year is 50.8% over, but who's counting?
Shane and Dan
Wednesday night, Dan snuck in while Shane and I were playing upstairs.
He would have disappeared into the basement, too, if the TV had not snared him.
Wall-E was on (Shane loves his Pixar).
We came downstairs, Shane threw his "who the hell are you?" fit, got over it, and then launched himself into Dan's lap. My son produced a book and demanded Dan read.
I laughed.
When Dan finished the book, Shane made him read it again.
And again...
And again for good measure!
During the reading, I joked that Dan was enjoying himself. "I better warn Shar! Dan wants one!" (a kid).
That got a laugh from both of us.
Then Shane puked half a minute later.
While Dan was reading, Shane was munching. My son was overeager and jammed a cracker too far back into his throat. He started to gag.
Dan response was delayed. He's used to playing with babies, not long-term care. I hopped up and managed to catch two handfuls of Shane puke before it splashed all over Dan and the couch.
I got most of it! Shane hopped down, merry as can be.
Dan, like a true baby novice, went to change clothes, ha! I dumped the puke, washed my hands, and then washed Shane's. There's nothing gross about barf to him and I didn't want him to stick pukey hands in his mouth and gag some more.
Toddlers are messy!
He would have disappeared into the basement, too, if the TV had not snared him.
Wall-E was on (Shane loves his Pixar).
We came downstairs, Shane threw his "who the hell are you?" fit, got over it, and then launched himself into Dan's lap. My son produced a book and demanded Dan read.
I laughed.
When Dan finished the book, Shane made him read it again.
And again...
And again for good measure!
During the reading, I joked that Dan was enjoying himself. "I better warn Shar! Dan wants one!" (a kid).
That got a laugh from both of us.
Then Shane puked half a minute later.
While Dan was reading, Shane was munching. My son was overeager and jammed a cracker too far back into his throat. He started to gag.
Dan response was delayed. He's used to playing with babies, not long-term care. I hopped up and managed to catch two handfuls of Shane puke before it splashed all over Dan and the couch.
I got most of it! Shane hopped down, merry as can be.
Dan, like a true baby novice, went to change clothes, ha! I dumped the puke, washed my hands, and then washed Shane's. There's nothing gross about barf to him and I didn't want him to stick pukey hands in his mouth and gag some more.
Toddlers are messy!
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