The month of April has come and pass, and Autumn growth, development, and experiences continue to bring Becky and I tons of joy. She continues to reach milestones and accomplish things for the first time. Those are some fun, exhilarating times. None were more exciting than her first time not being hospitalized for a whole calender month. :o) It was almost dull around here, knock on wood. We did have some fun times we thought would be worth sharing...Rained Out
Those who know me, know I kinda like the Mariners... in an obsessive sort of way. Having lived in Idaho for the past few years of my life I had not had the opportunity to attend a Mariners game for a good while. Idaho does not have a major league team in-state or even that close. The closest is the Colorado Rockies, and they are National League. Even before
we moved to Califo
rnia we purchased ticket for the opening day game vs the Oakland Athletics @Oakland. Although the game ended up being played in its entirety, it was a cold rainy day and we determined not to push our luck with Autumn's inconsistent health. So, we watched it at home dressed in our Mariners gear, including Autumn who wore her Mariners onsie and a baseball headband. We also had Cheese Fonduta, just like they make at the Olive Garden. Yum. And we took pictures...
Blessings of Blessings
It took a while, but Autumn finally received her Mormon baby blessing. We put it off while we where in Idaho because we wanted it to be done in Cali, where most of Becky's family live and could attend. After settling in, we set a date that worked for the fam. Then Autumn was hospitalized for a week. After recouping, we set another date, turns out it ended up being Ward Conference. On March 21, 2010 she received the blessing. For me, it was a very tender moment. As her father here on earth, I was allowed to orate the blessing, as dictated through the Spirit. I take no credit when I say it was a very sweet and spiritual moment. It was an amazing memory for our young family.
a great baseball player. I knew I would never be a big home run hitter, but I had a line drive swing and good speed. My fantasies took me through Cy Youngs, Silver Slugger Awards, Stolen Base Records, MVP's, World Serie
s winning hits, and many 200 hit seasons. Each year you will get a small hand full of hitters in the Majors that get over 200 hits in a season. They call it the 200 Club. I dreamed of making it into that elite 200 Club. I never did. Dreams die hard. However, I did recently make it into a different, less prestigious, 200 Club. Thanks to an unwavering diligence to a high carb/protein/fats/sugar and low exercise diet, I have reached 200lbs. I am a little sensitive about my weight now, so please refrain from making fat jokes in the comment box. If you do, I will use my considerable weight and knock you down and sit on your head...
While waiting for the plethora of paperwork to be processed for my new employment, I had a lot of downtime. I am not much for sitting around, so I decided to do something productive. I built a bridge. Our small family resides on the same property as Becky's parent's house. It is a good bit of land, a few acres. The lower portion of the property has a creek which makes it difficult to access the bottom portion without getting wet. During the summer, there is a shortcut through that area which leads to the community pool. So, as I stated before, I built a bridge. I used an old trailer that had been used 12-15 years back for an old custom door company Becky's family had owned. That and wood just laying around the property and we had a cheap bridge. My reward for building Becky a bridge? Gratitude and a bad case of Poison Oak. Pictures to not
do justice to my disfigurement. I 
had a swollen side of my face, splotchy arms, and blisters on my hand. No good deed goes unpunished... (PS a shout out to Wesley and Monty Sr. for their assistance in building the bridge)
e last few times were traumatizing and infants have better memories than we give them credit for. Anywho, as the nurse was looking her over, pre-shots, the nurse made a very interesting observation. She raved that Autumn was a "very strong and athletic looking baby" with "great muscle tone, especially in her shoulders and calves." I guess I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was. Becky is a multi sport athlete and I used to be a good athlete. It's not that I disagree with her, she is a professional, that is what she does everyday for her livelihood, but to my untrained eye she is my little chubby girl! :o) I have to make a bit of a confession, the chunky picture I am posting with this section is a bit before her appointment, and since then she has grown in to her weight, but still...
at one of us is always at home with Autumn, but we don't spend a lot of time home together. It is both rewarding but difficult, but I guess you can say that is what parenting is. We have been blessed to find good jobs in a difficult economy. We have a beautiful baby daughter who is healthy, happy and apparently buff. :o) We have a place to live, family close, and each other. What more can you ask for...
