It was an exciting day for Tateym yesterday, as she attended church for the very first time. Now, I know what you’re all thinking: “Isn’t she 2 months old already? Shouldn’t she have been to church by now?” To that I say yes, she is 2 months old, and yes, she should have been to church already, but she hadn’t. For the first month we didn’t dare take her anywhere public, then the weeks after that we had good intentions of making it but something would always happen (such as not sleeping on a Saturday night). But why am I explaining myself to you? We’re good people, I swear!
So the day started out well. Tateym woke up at just the right time, had her bath, and was all dolled up just in time for church. Then, as if that wasn’t good enough, she fell asleep in her car seat before we even had her in the car. It was all going so perfectly as we sat down in the chapel, our little baby fast asleep and quiet as a mouse. Then came the opening hymn and her eyes popped wide open. She stared around with a look of “Where am I, and why on earth is everyone singing?” Wide-eyed as she was though, she stayed pretty quiet throughout the meeting.
During Sunday School she got a bottle and a diaper change, and was all comfy and ready for Natalie to take her to Relief Society and show her off. From there, Natalie describes it thusly: “I walked in, got a bunch of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, the lesson began, and Tateym started screaming. I then spent the rest of the day in the Mothers’ Lounge, which smelled like poopy diapers.” And so ended Tateym’s first day at church.
All-in-all it was a good experience. The ward members were very happy for us and she got lots of compliments on how adorable she is. I think we both gained a greater appreciation for what our parents went through getting us to church week after week.
“I’m a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn. That’s what kind of man I am.”
Yes, last weekend I decided to assert my manhood through that age-old tradition of home improvement. After dusting off the ol’ tool belt and borrowing a truck-load of power tools from by brother, Ken, I was ready to begin the task of tearing through wood with a table saw and driving nails through it with the raw power of compressed air. OK, maybe it was a little more elegant than that, but it sounds a lot tougher when you put it that way.
Natalie and I decided it was time to get started on Tateym’s room, and our first task was to put up beadboard. This was my first time undertaking such a task, but it seemed simple enough: put some glue on the plank, stick it on the wall, then nail it in place–I could have it all done in a day! Or so I thought. As it turns out, if you want it to look good (which was the general idea) there’s a little more to it. I quickly discovered that to get a level line at the chair rail level I was going to need to trim each plank to the proper height, which in turn meant a lot of measuring and running up and down the stairs to the saw in the garage.
Well, a couple of Saturdays, a few weeknights, and a number of sore muscles later I’ve nearly finished my one day project. It still needs those finishing touches, a little caulk and some paint, but all in all I think it’s coming out pretty nice.
We know blogs are meant to keep people up to date on current events, but we have a whole back-log of events that we need to get caught up on. The most significant one, of course, is the adoption of our beautiful little daughter, Tateym. For those who haven’t heard the story, or for those who like to hear it again and again, we thought we’d post it so everyone can hear how this little miracle came about. Continue reading “Tateym’s Adoption Story”
So this is a throw back to my college days, but I wanted to post it anyway because it makes me laugh. Allow me to start with a little background for those who may not have known me as a freshman at BYU:
My two best friends, Jonathan and Jason, and I spent a lot of time goofing around as freshmen (I know, freshmen goofing around, a real shocker). While academically speaking it may not have been the most productive year, it was still a lot of fun. There were many a night spent sitting up planning stupid pranks and other such nonsense. On one particular night, we were sitting around as we always did, and for no apparent reason we decided it would be funny to record a small play on our voicemail (similar to the old radio dramas). We started hashing out a script for a parody of one of our favorite cult classics, Monty Python and the Holy Grail. As production began, we soon realized our small play had way too much to cram into one 2-minute voicemail. As a result, we broke it up into five separate acts, each of which was recorded as a separate messages, plus another for the credits.
And now ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu I present to you Jonathan, Jason, and Eric Visit the Creamery:
So the other day I put Tateym on the ground for some tummy time. I got up to grab something off the bed, and when I turned back around she was laying on her back. I put her back on her stomach again, and sure enough, she rolled right back over onto her back. Now, I realize the big one is going from back to stomach, but for a 6 week old baby, we thought that was pretty impressive. Anyway, we tried to get her to do it one more time and capture it on video. She didn’t do it again, but we thought the video was cute so I’m posting it anyway. 🙂