Inspired by our friends Jonathan and Marni Yarrington, we decided to try the Look-alike Meter. As you can see, Elliot, who looks absolutely nothing like either of us, looks slightly less unlike me than unlike Demaree. Poor kid.
Friday, August 29, 2008
I would have rather seen McCain choose Mitt Romney or Bobby Jindal; but, as an Alaskan, I'm proud. I'm proud Alaskans threw the good ol' boys out of office and elected someone as honest and forthright as Palin. Whatever happens in this election, Palin will make Alaska proud. And I can't wait to see her beat Joe Biden like the red-headed step child he is.
And one more thing: out of the seven women living in Alaska, Palin is definitely the best looking.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
It was a great experience, both because of its religious import, and because so many friends and family attended.
Jared Shoemaker, my best friend, made it all the way from Vegas.
Matt and Evige Warner made it.
Denis and Lisa attended, even though they were getting sealed soon after us.
Jim Ford and Ariel Bybee came down from Salt Lake.
And here's the Clayson contingent: large as always.
And here is the Brown contingent: slightly smaller than the Clayson contingent.
Thankfully, after some searching, we found our Charmaine pictures (they were hiding out on my parents' camera). She made the long trek from eastern Nebraska to Manti, some twelve-plus hours, a feat for which we are very grateful. (If we forgot anyone, we apologize profusely.)
Nothing can fully describe the feeling of peace and satisfaction we felt being sealed for time and eternity to Elliot. After such a long process, with so many ups and downs, it was a great feeling to finally become a family in the fullest sense of the word. We thank everyone who helped us throughout this process. We love you all.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
This is a shot of us climbing out of the valley. Elliot was a trooper in that Baby Bjorn.
After the long house, we went over to the spruce house.
While there we met an Italian family (from Bologna -- my greeny city -- no less) there on vacation. We talked for probably fifteen minutes.
The two girls in front (Sofia on the left and Annamaria on the right) were super cute. As you can see, Annamaria had a thing for Elliot's hair.
On our way home, we stopped at this little restaurant about twenty miles outside Durango, Colorado. We had a quite good meal. We began with a roasted beat salad, and then moved on to a limoncello chicken, complete with roasted potato and fennel. For dessert, we had a buttermilk panna cotta with toasted almonds and honey. Elliot had tastes of everything, and loved it all, just like his parents.
What a fantastic, fulfilling day.
Then, about two days ago, Elliot lost his chupa (i.e., pacifier) while riding in the car. He looked at Demaree and said, "Uh-oh." With that, we knew he had attached meaning.
Now Elliot says uh-oh when he loses his chupa, when he drops cheerios, and when something falls. Not bad for an eight-month-old.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The morning started inocuously enough. Demaree, who has a cold I and Elliot passed to her, asked me to take care of Elliot when he woke at 6:15 a.m. Like any good husband who respects (i.e., has a healthy fear of) his loving wife, I obliged.
During the ensuing thirty minutes, all was well: Elliot ate, and we read some Harry Potter e la Camera dei Segreti. Then it was time to change his diaper -- you see where this is going, don't you? Removing his sleeper, I ran my hand along his back, only to discover he had managed to spread a generous heaping of fecal matter along the whole of his spine up to his neck. This lurid realization led to a flurry of emotions, culminating in Elliot hearing his first Italian swear word.
Having exposed my son to the underbelly of history's greatest language, I carried him to the bathroom, removed his clothes and went to work with many, many baby wipes. During the cleaning process I rediscovered my immense appreciation for mothers: they put up with this crap (pun intended) much more often than we fathers do. In addition, I discovered fecal matter migrates. That's right, somehow this insentient, putrid gunk travels at will. In this case, it migrated all over the ground, to diverse parts of Elliot's body, as well as to my clothing.
Fortunately, this story has a happy ending. Elliot got clean, we read some more Harry Potter, and Demaree got the sleep she needed. In fine, all's well that ends well.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
We wanted to thank Henry Wiedrich for helping us with the hearing. When our other lawyer was called away to military duty, Henry stepped in beautifully. We can't thank him enough.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Wednesday, July 30: It all started with catching a plane from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Midland, Texas about four hours after the bar exam finished. Arrived in San Angelo about 1 a.m.
Thursday, July 31: Demaree and I went to Schlitterbahn (a waterpark near San Antonio). Good times.
Saturday, August 2: We drive back to Lincoln, Nebraska.
Tuesday, August 5: Adoption finalization hearing. Yes, after eight months, Caesar will finally recognize our adoption.
Wednesday, August 6: We drive back to Farmington, New Mexico.
Friday, August 22: Temple sealing. Specifically, we'll be sealed in the Manti, Utah temple (same temple in which we were sealed to each other).
This will be the crowning moment in our family thusfar, and we're uber excited about it.
So, that's what we have going on.