The other day I started reading a book written by my mothers cousin again. It is called “Ride to the Wall.” I like it. I first read it in electronic version not to long after I started writing myself. Anyway, I was reading and decided that I better start writing again.
It is before work on a Saturday morning. Clover is awake and eating apple slices and frosted mini-wheat in her chair next to me. Mason is still asleep. I think Kristin is making pancakes. Yum.
So what is going on?
Clover is growing right up. She is now just over 15 months old. She refuses to let us feed her, she will only eat if she can feed herself. It is fun to watch, but a little sad at the same time. She is picking and choosing more and more of the activities that we can share together as her independence grows. She also know how to make everybody around her laugh. She is a real treat and blessing in my life. I still find myself looking at her when I am talking to my wife at times. I just can't get over how sweet I think she is.
Mason is growing right up as well. He is becoming more expressive and independent when he chooses to be. He enjoys hanging out with Kelton. He is still a pretty big fan of McQueen. He has been spending more time with his birth mother as well as some other significant figures in his life before us.
Kristin is still being the most supportive awesomest wife on the planet ever. She runs our house very skillfully, and I am constantly in awe of how she manages to do it. I always thought that I was a pretty patient guy, but then I get home and see her calm as a lake before dawn when I would be ripping my hair out and gluing children to the floor. I like that she still lets me think that I am in charge though.
We have been shopping for a house over the last month or so. Yeah, that is primarily what I have been doing instead writing, looking at real estate listings. Boooooring. It is vaguely familiar to what it was like in San Diego except for a few minor changes... We are in a position to look for a house... with a yard and garage as opposed to a condo... with out a few things that we would like. Our real estate agent is not a jerk. All in all we are enjoying the experience.
Moving out has its drawbacks as well. It will be kind of a bummer to not be able to walk around the back of my house in my poncho and slippers to my neighbor's house and ask what they are having for breakfast or lunch or dinner and ask if I can stay.
Work is going swimmingly. I have become better at walking out the door when I am scheduled to. I am still excited about every new day and the opportunity that they bring with them. The Utah Crime Lab is in close proximity to my store so some times they come through my line and I get little pangs in my heart about how cool it would be to have their job. Then I look down the line at the people I have working for me and get excited again. My store has yet to set a new record that we can't break again in a week. I have a new assistant as of last week. My bosses asked of they could trade for my other one as here expertise were need else where. It was one of those moments when I was happy and sad at the same time like when Clover doesn't let me feed her anymore. I was bummed to see her go when we were meshing so well as a team, but I was proud that of all the assistant managers in the universe, they asked for mine to help make things happen somewhere else as well. I am excited about my new Assistant as well. We are still learning to get to know each others styles and what not, but I think that we are going to a killer team as well.
That is pretty much it. Things are going well. I remembered how easy it is to write. Life is good.
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