Thursday, February 9, 2012

Sabbatical Journey...restful?

We had a rocky start.  We left our house finally about 1:30 Thursday afternoon and drove 3/4 mile to the Subway at the front of our neighborhood.  I had not eaten all day and our two-year old had not eaten since breakfast.  One hour and a Cheetos stained shirt later we headed out for Atlanta.  We had to stop in Madison for gas, no problem except I went to the wrong gas station and we had to go across the Interstate to get a car adapter for our two DVD players (one for Nad and one for Lyd), our electric cooler, and the GPS!  Back on the road only to stop half an hour later to feed Lydia!  When we finally got to Atlanta it was (drum roll please...) RUSH HOUR!  Luckily, we were going the opposite direction and had very little slow down.  We went to a Mexican restaurant Thursday night close to the hotel and when we returned we almost couldn't find the hotel because the power was out for the whole building as well as the traffic lights and sign leading toward the hotel!  We drove around the block and the lights were on when we returned, thank goodness.  We had two girls who were about to melt down if we didn't get them in bed.


I had my first interview Friday morning at a local retaurant.  It went great.  As soon as I got back to the room we loaded up to go to lunch (notice the closeness of my two meals).  We headed off to Dreamland Barbecue on the way to Becca's afternoon appointment.  We show up at John's Creek and Becca goes in to interview the Children's Minister and I play with the girls on the playground outside.  Eventually, I and they get tired and we head back to the van for movies and nap time.  During which Nadia throws up albeit only a little this time we were worried about her tummy which in her words had been "dizzy" for days.  By Friday night Becca is feeling awful and had the trashcan by her bed while Nad and I went to the food court for supper.  My little princess minded so well and ate the best she had in days!  It was great.  I had planned to take her around and do a little Valentine shopping but instead I got a text that said, "hurry back I don't think i can lift Lyd up."  so pitiful i know so back we went to sick mommy and still sleeping Lyd.  Now, I was not feeling great, but I was not feeling anywhere near as bad as Becca.  So, Nad and i slept in one double bed while Becca slept in the other.  B had slept with her the night before.


Becca felt much better Saturday morning and continued to improve while I declined on our longest drive day of the trip.  With the added event in Athens we were driving from Atlanta to Athens to Birmingham on Saturday.  Not the straightest shot.  When we get to my home church and the ladies are ooing and ahhing over Lydia she proceeds to projectile spit-up (perhaps vomit) on several of them and all over the floor.  Nice to meet you too, kid!  After brunch (quiche, fruit, asparagus) Becca took the girls to the nursery in the unheated part of the buillding to freeze for two hours while the speakers went on.  All the while I am not in the mood to be there nor feeling well.


For leg three: the journey to Birmingham I thought we would be traveling in the rain.  The first real good thing to happen on the trip was that it didn't rain on us until just outside of Birmingham.  We had arranged to stay at my best friend's old house that they had just moved out of.  By the time we hit Birmingham I was feeling terrible, annoying stomach pain, headache, some chills.  Anyway, we met them for dinner at a Chinese Buffet.   After which we booked a hotel on our smart phone so I could have good heat and we could have the Internet.  We went to their church Sunday morning for an awesome worship service, out to eat with them for lunch, visited Becca's Great-Aunt in a nursing home across the street from our hotel, and drove to my friend's new house on the farm where he was preparing a Boston Butt on the Big Green Egg.  Nadia got to gather eggs from the chickens and feed the fish and ducks in the pond.  She had a blast.  Becca was feeling good but, I was not much better so I didn't get to fully enjoy the feast.


Our interviews that were set up for Monday were cancelled due to a death in my interviewees family so I scrambeled to interview the Mission Pastor at Shades Mountain in Birmingham where we had attended on Sunday.  After that we were on the road to Huntsville.  It's a good thing we had one more diaper to change before we left our Zaxby's lunch, or maybe it's good that I'm a slow driver, or maybe that I don't tailgate, or maybe it's all a coincidence... As we were leaving Birmingham via I-65 north we were about 5 car lengths behind a pretty bad accident involving at least 4 cars if not more as someone tried to exit from three lanes over.  Amazingly, there was an ambulance just a few cars behind us so it was on the scene in no time!  If i was tired before the adreneline was certinly pumping now! 


The rest of the drive to Hunstville was thankfully event free.  We had a great time there and got to swim with the girls in the heated pool a couple of times during our stay.  I was feeling better until right before bed as I was putting Nadia down for the night.  I bent over to pick something up of the floor and got a serious pain in my gut (right on my belly button through my groin).  I have pulled several muscles in my life and this is not what that felt like.  It was kind of scary but, I decided to sleep on it and see what would happen.  I told Becca that night as we laid down that I felt like we were writing and living National Lampoon's Sabbatical Vacation!  I woke up pain free the next morning and we visited the Space Museum and Early Works children's museum although both looked like ghost towns.  We have decided if you don't like crowds this is definitely the time to travel.  We both did our interviews in Hunstville on Wednesday then, we headed to NashVegas!


The Ghost Town feel continues as we have not seen much crowd here either.  Becca was at a Children's minister conference today and has an interview tomorrow.  I will interview the mission paster at Brentwood Baptist on Sunday morning.  We have a washer and dryer here and it's nice to be in one place for more than two days.  I feel like I have turned a corner health-wise but am still being cautious of what I eat.  Nadia has impressed us as she has only been in her pack-n-play the two nights in Hunstville.  Everywhere else she has been in a big bed and stayed in it almost all night if not the whole night.  She has ended up with us a few times, but that's okay we got a king bed expecting that might be the case.  Even though she flops around A LOT we are able to make it work.


Maybe not restful...yet? But, we are certainly grateful for the opportunity and the things we are gleaning.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Favorite Things About Being Daddy...


  1. Great big hugs and snuggles first thing in the morning
  2. Hearing my sweet girls voice as she begins to have conversations with us
  3. Sweetest words ever: "I love you, daddy!"
  4. Having my daughters fall asleep in my arms on the couch (best sleep ever!)
  5. Looking forward to favorite routines like watching Caillou together right before bedtime.
  6. "Outside play, Daddy"
  7. Watching Nadia reach her hand up for mine as we walk down our mountainous driveway...
  8. continuing to hold her hand as we walk down the street.
  9. Watching my children learn...
  10. Hearing things repeated we have taught (i.e. look right, look left, no cars, go!)
  11. Excited little voice announcing my presence after being gone ("Daddy home!)
  12. Sharing life with their awesome mommy
  13. Watching Nadia take care of Lydia
  14. Excitement about school craft projects
  15. Playing catch with my two-year-old
  16. Jumping on the pillows (pippos)
  17. Dance parties
  18. Tea Parties
  19. Building palaces
  20. Reading to Nadia
  21. Nadia "reading" to me
  22. Talking on the phone to Nana, Grandaddy, Jor Jor, Al, Pat, Poppa, and Seph
  23. Nighttime cuddles
  24. Going on walks and looking for doggies
  25. Nadia rubbing my ear as she goes to sleep
  26. First smiles
  27. Hands grasping my fingers
  28. Lydia staring into my eyes
  29. Enjoying holidays through their eyes
  30. Kitty kisses
  31. Mimicking airplanes
  32. Going to the zoo
  33. Playing hide and seek
  34. Making our noses honk and beep
  35. Reading with all the voices, just like Mama did for me
  36. Helping them enjoy the things I enjoy
  37. Recognizing the responsibility of raising another human being (or two...!)
  38. Watching my wife teach them far better than I can
  39. Being surrounded by three beautiful girls! 
And the list goes on...

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Moms and Holidays

There is one common thread among all of my favorite memories of holidays: family.  As a young boy I loved going to my grandparents for Thanksgiving and Christmas while joining with 6 aunts and uncles, 6 cousins, and other relatives from my grandfathers side of the family.  The boys, of which I was the youngest, would go outside and play some kind of sport whether it be basketball, baseball, football, or golf while the girls, well...I don't know what they did.  These events most often took place at my grandparent's house but sometimes would be at our house or another aunt and uncle.  At the center of every family get together was a large meal attributed to all the families and generally prepared by the aunts and Mema.

As we got older the cousins got married and their spouses were added to the mix and not too long after that we all started having kiddos of our own.  In recent years the "whole" family has only gotten together during the moments of sadness, the passing of our matriarch "Mema", and most recently the death of my own mother.  Such is life.  We all grow up.  We get busy with our lives and time moves on.  Not to worry, we do still get together albeit not all at the same time.  Just this past weekend I saw my mom's two brothers and their wives, 1 cousin, and 2 of another cousin's children.  Of course we "see" each other on Facebook and do our best to keep up with all the happenings.

As I think about all these things and the holiday season coming up I am painfully reminded of a huge hole in my heart and a big difference that will be felt this year.  You see, this is a year of firsts.  From now to next July each event will labeled as the first _______ since mama died.  I always looked forward to pulling up to the house and walking through the front door, finding my mom usually in the kitchen, and giving her a big hug as she pulled herself away from whatever the next meal or project was.  I will always remember the way she played with my Nadia.  I was looking forward to watching her continue to do so as she would spoil my children as all good grandparents are supposed to do.  (I had another grandparent explain to me the other day that it was in the fine print of the grandparent contract!)  One of the things that brought me the most grief at her passing was that my children would not know their Gamma.  I am pleased to say that at least for now Nadia will still name her in our family picture at my and Becca's wedding.

Mama made the holidays special.  Whether it was decorating the tree with her as a kid, or all the special treats she made for the family get togethers, or the way she hid our Christmas presents from herself so well that we may not get them until Easter!  There is no way that we will be able to fill that void this holiday season or ever.  But, I know this: we will make every effort to keep her memory alive through the telling of stories, the keeping up of traditions, and the attempting to make her recipes (which I know is a challenge as following a written recipe to a "T" will not produce the nuanced meals that she actually made, just ask the key lime pie that brought me to tears because it just wasn't the same).

We all miss you, Mama!  Dance, jump, and sing, and say, "hey" to Jesus for me.