Day Two

I realize now, with the pictures and all, that this will probably not be read by anyone. It might be, though. Perhaps, one day, I'll even feel comfortable with that.

It's just the English thing...being an English teacher. I'm too self-conscious about my writing. Wendy can say what she needs to say and convey the proper emotion, sentiment, advice, whatever. And she can she do it without all of the constant revision.

Alright, so it's day two and already I'm feeling self-conscious.

The truth is that I'm ashamed that I haven't written more about the girls. I've kept up a bit -- again, nothing like Wendy, who writes everyday (emails, posts, discussions, boards) -- but it's pitiful, really. So, I hope to report what I see. Let's start with the other day.

The other day was Father’s Day, and we were on TV. Embarrassing for me, but cool for the kids. We were at the park, headed back to the car, and they spotted me -- Ken Oliphaunt (sp?) and his camera-person. It was really hot, and it had been raining (still is) for days. It's Louisiana. It's the end of June.

Quick interview...I said something like "der der dee dok dug doo" and they got some pics of the girls -- Sophie taking the mic and saying "Hello" in an announcer-voice, and Emme hugging my pants. When asked if she'd like to be on TV when she grows up, Sophie said "I want to be everything when I grow up!" My Sophie.

Monday, eating lunch – ham & cheese sandwiches, macaroni & cheese, and chips – Sophie said “Emme, your ham’s falling out!” "Eat it before it gets away," I say. Before it runs away! Before long, they’re both playing the game. "A piece of ham. Running down the street!" Sophie gets the giggles, thinking about her ham running down the street. Emme’s ham flops out, and she says with mock horror “Oh no! Gonna get ‘way!” She's two and quite the dramatist. Sophie starts eating like a beaver. And then, when she gets her sandwich down to a postage stamp-sized square, she puts it back down on her plate and comes at me with mustardy hands.

Okay, so I'm in love with my kids.

And these are my children.

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Sophie and me at the Shrimp Basket. We got shirts.

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Emme hanging out by the motel pool. In her swimmin' soup.

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Olivia, chewing on something. Looking more like Wendy each day.

That's my wife.

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Enough said.

A new day...

Well, I have a blog. Now what?

An introduction: My name is Adam. I am a dad. I am also a husband, a teacher, a drummer, and a few other things, as well. Mostly, I have niched out this space to talk about my kids. But, as most everything in my life involves, or revolves around my family, I imagine other things will come up.

For the last five years, I've been an Instructor of English on Continuing Appointment (should be past tense, not present perfect, although I'd need to edit the introductory phrase). I start a new job mid-August, still teaching, only now at a local private school. Sophie will be in Kindergarten there.

Wendy and I have been married for eight years, just recently. We've been together for a bit longer. Lifetimes ago. Emme will be three in October, and Olivia will be one four days after Sophie turns six, in September. We have a dog named Mingus. Yes, I like the jazz music.

I imagine that some see me and think I'm pathetic in my devotion to my family; others may think it's sweet. I see it like this: I had a life to myself, for myself, by myself. I had sweet solitude. Now I appreciate it a bit more. Now I have a good deal more to appreciate. Life is good.