Who's Your Daddy

 When Chris and I were dating, he wrote me a song.  Actually he wrote a few but the first one he ever wrote me was nothing like what I expected.  I thought it was going to be this sweet, romantic love song so I wasn't prepared when he busted out his guitar and starting singing the blues to me.  The song was called "Who's your Daddy?" Needless to say, this girl never called him Daddy as requested in the song.  I did get it out again when I told him we were pregnant with Reese and Tucker though.  Finally, he would have someone to call him Daddy. 
Now he has 3 calling him that and there are days when he wants to change his name.

Chris is a great Daddy.  No one can make Reese laugh like him.  Rylan has started joining in to his nightly wrestling matches and Tucker recently begged me to cut all his hair off just like Daddy's. They all adore him! 

Thanks for being such a great Dad!  Love you! Happy Father's Day!

Santa Fe Getaway

Santa (ie, Chris' parents) gave us a huge treat for Christmas this year... an opportunity to get a way without the children.  We both love to ski and since we hadn't been in a couple years, we flew off to Santa Fe for a long weekend of skiing.  The kids stayed behind with Grammy and Grandpa and probably had just as much fun as we did. 

Like most of our adventures, this trip wasn't a boring one.  Halfway through the first morning I got a little too cocky and ended up breaking a rib.  Yes, I hit a tree.  People joke about that when you talk about skiing, but it's actually a really hard thing to do.  The "runs" are pretty much clear of trees... this is where the "little too cocky" comes in.  Note to self... don't get off the beaten path!   This was my first broken bone experience and it was TERRIBLE!  I skied the rest of the weekend though... b/c let's face it, who knows when we'll be able to drop 3 kids and hit the slopes again. 

The next morning, I was h.u.r.t.i.n.g.  Chris brought some hydrocodone with him so I took 2 of those... 2nd mistake of the weekend.  We stopped for breakfast and literally as the "I don't know how people get addicted to these, they don't do anything" words come out of my mouth, it hit me.  I'm pretty sure it's not safe to ski while you're doped up on pain meds. But I did.  My mama didn't raise no baby so I just threw up off the side of the lift and kept skiing.  I do have to note that Chris and I weren't alone on the lift when my breakfast made a reappearance.  Not embarrassing at all.

That's what you call a fun weekend!  Believe it or not, it was a blast.  We skied all day, ate at the resort at night and just enjoyed being together.  Of course, I didn't get hardly any pictures... it's always to cold and awkward trying to get pictures on the slopes.

We've skied lots of different mountains and after 2 trips to Santa Fe, it's quickly becoming one of my favorites.  Next time I'll just be sure to steer clear of the trees. 

The Good Samaritan

I'm sure all husbands get a little crazy when their wives say "It's time... let's go to the hospital" but I'm pretty sure no other husband has done what mine did at midnight last Tuesday. 

Chris wheeled me into triage with my bag in tote and made sure I was settled in before going back out to park the car.  He was gone for a long time and I remember everything going so quickly with the twins so I was starting to worry.  Finally he showed back up about 30 minutes later... without the camera bag containing about $2000 worth of cameras and the diaper bag.  I didn't notice at first until the nurse was telling him what his role was in the whole thing... the photographer.  I asked where the bag was and he said he left it in the car and would go back out to get it.  He was acting really weird and just dismissed me when I asked him to hurry and get it.

Finally, when the nurse left the room, he told me everything.  It's never good when you're in labor and your husband starts a sentence with "Don't freak out".  Really??? What happened? 

My Good Samaritan husband took time out to help jump some one's car while I was in labor.  He was thinking "It's midnight, this guy could be stranded in the garage all night, and it will only take a few minutes."  Well... it probably would have if he hadn't locked his keys in the car with it running!!  So, he came back in to tell me that the car was running in the parking garage with the cameras inside.  Really??  I could just see it now... I'm forced to have the baby all alone (with no pictures) while my husband tries to break into his car in the garage. Or worse... someone breaks into the car and steals it while he's telling me the whole story.  It's funny now... but totally not funny at the time. 

Luckily, things took much longer than with the twins and my parents were on their way to the hospital so they could bring a key.  Crazy husband almost (sort of) missed Rylan's birth.  This picture probably explains why he was so crazy that night...

We still can't believe we have 3 kids! 

Daddy and Rylan had some good snuggle time while in the hospital too! 

Chris is one proud Papa! And such a great dad!  He took Reese and Tucker to the lake today so I could get some rest and spend some time with Rylan.  LOVE HIM!

No Girls Allowed

Chris and Tucker set out on their first camping trip last weekend.  I used to camp... in a tent and everything.  But now it just seems like a whole lot of work... so I was super excited when Chris suggested that he take Tucker camping while I went and enjoyed a pedicure.  LOVE IT! 

They packed up the truck and headed to the land for some tent-buildin', soccer ball-kickin', four wheeler-ridin', baseball hittin', kite-flying fun....

 

As you can tell from the pictures, Tucker was totally in his element.  This boy loves all things outdoors and had a blast on their camp out.  He came back stinky and totally wiped out. 

My boys made some great memories and did some major male bonding on this trip!

Manly Mowing

The kids argued for five minutes in the car yesterday about whether or not Tucker was BIG.  Tucker of course said he was big, but Reese would not stop telling him that they were both little.  How do you explain to toddlers that size is relative? 

Just to prove how BIG is really is, Tucker helped daddy "mow" the yard.  So cute... seeing him out there pushing the mower like his dad.  I wonder if he'll be this excited to help when he's 12? 

Unfortunately, Chris is teaching Tucker other "manly" things as well... as evidenced by the synchronized scratching. 

And yes, Tucker is mowing the yard in his underwear. So embarrassing.  I guess I should just be glad that Chris has shorts on. 

Secret Rendezvous

Last weekend, I met Chris in Georgetown on his way back from his conference in San Antonio. Since it was Valentine's Day weekend, we thought it was a perfect opportunity for a fun little getaway. So, I dropped the kids at Brian and Jen's and headed to Georgetown. When I got there, I went ahead and checked in to the hotel. Long story short... the hotel clerk was convinced that I was having a secret rendezvous with a married man.

Note to self: don't forget to wear your wedding ring when you're meeting your husband at a hotel for the weekend.

You think forgetting my wedding ring was bad? How about forgetting my suitcase? Yep... forgot that too. I'm really not a dingbat... I actually have a pretty good explanation. Again, long story short... my suitcase ended up in Brian and Jen's house along with the kids' stuff. So, when Chris and I got back to the hotel late Saturday night, I opened the trunk and thought, "Hmm, where's my suitcase?"

Despite all that, we had a really fun weekend. We laughed a lot (mostly at me, as you can imagine) and just enjoyed being together. In Georgetown, We ate out, caught a movie, did some shopping and then went to Inner Space Caverns. I enjoyed the caverns more than I thought I would...

On our way home on Sunday, we stopped and spent the afternoon in Salado. We ate at the Stage Coach Inn (Yum) and checked out the shops around town. It's a cute, quaint little town and totally not Chris' thing... but he was a great sport.
Thanks Brian and Jen for watching the kids so we could enjoy a fun weekend alone. It was a great Valentine's Day weekend!