Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my Dad's birthday.

He is 58 years young.

I remember when he turned 30 and got a skateboard for his birthday.

And then did a handstand to prove he still could.

And then fell and dislocated his shoulder.

What can I say about my Dad? What would I say to him if I had only minutes to share some parting thoughts? Well, funny you ask! It just so happens that last time I flew I was pretty sure I was going to die.  There was a moderate amount of turbulence and the woman in my aisle was crying. Since I am a sympathetic panicker, I naturally assumed an emotionally fatalistic state and penned what I was certain would be my goodbye letter.  I am fully aware this is ridiculous.  But while I was quite nauseous from all the bumping and tossing I managed to eek out a few coherent thoughts, including this part to my dad.  Now if it sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well just remember that I thought I was dying.  And if THAT sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well welcome to Luke's exhausting life :)

Dad, you are one of the best relationships I have.

I have always, always wanted to make you proud.

And I have always, always known I have.

I know the depth of your love for me even if you think I cannot possibly understand.

I do- because it is the same way I feel for my own children.

I love you Dad!


thanksgiving, year over year

2013, 8 months pregnant

2014, Navy is 11 months old

How to keep your big ol head up when having your photo taken. By Navy.

I don't know a lot

but I know more than babies. 

Like I know how to climb stuff.

And decorate stuff.

But my real specialty is photogenics (obviously).

My baby cousin Noah doesn't know about all that.  So I had to fill him in.

He was a little apprehensive so I was like, Hey now, don't worry. The grown ups will fix you if you start to fall over.

At least when they're trying to take a picture.

HEY. Did you hear me?

Here. Let me just repeat that directly into your EAR.

I said, don't you worry about a thing.

No babies are crashing on my watch, pal.

See I can hold up your big dome with my little finger.

Whoa whoa whoa baby- let's not test the limits of my strength.  You're a little top heavy you know.

As your big cuz it is my duty, right and privilege to face palm you if you start to tip over.

Hey that's not a cry for help is it?

Oh. Well I guess it is.

Hey KADEN! Let's show this baby how to take a picture and not fall over.

First make sure your clothes aren't all wrinkly.

Sometimes a smooch for good luck.

Wiggle a little to get comfy.

And then, BOOM. See what you can accomplish by developing a little neck muscle?

But if I'm keeping it real, sometimes even babies with strong necks start to slide a bit.

Just a little wobble and the next thing you know...

You're the one being face palmed. Sigh.


Halloween Twins

I love everything about these comparisons.  My parents look exactly the same. My girls look exactly the same.  And my dad is wearing the same shirt.

Jo in 2009:

Navy in 2014:

Jo in 2009:

Navy in 2014:


Halloween, as told by Navy

Greetings and salutations!

Sorry it has been so long.  I've just bee-n super buzzy. pfft.

My big sis LOST a tooth. 

Like it fell out of her mouth.

Which is super demoralizing because, um, hellooo- TEETHING??!!!  

She told me, "Look- it is SUPER hard to eat babies when you're missing teeth."

And I was like, "Do you KNOW who you're talking to?"

I got 99 problems but teef ain't one.

I'll tell you what my problem is.  Fly away hair.

Round here they're tight with the aqua net but liberal with the costumes.

Which I was totally prepared to protest

until I saw how flattering the mustard was.

So now I'm pretty much a fan of Halloween.