



So I guess that's what marriage and having a partner is all about. Taking over when one is lagging. I saw that Dale uploaded a video of Fischer learning to ride his bike and at first I was going to make some crack about getting hacked...but as I sip my coffee and am in my zen moment, fresh from a morning workout, I realize that it was kind of him to post. It is nice that he is proud of Fischer and wants to share. It is nice that he is picking up the slack in my absence of blogging. His video is the previous post. And yes, that's excited Grandma yelling at the end.
My goal at the beginning of Summer 2010 was to get Fischer to ride his bike without training wheels. So, we're a little behind. But we bought the boys the world's best scooters for their birthdays in the summer and we haven't thought twice about a bike. And it takes some initiative to get out the tools and take those training wheels off. I'm not sure what inspired Dale but I think we're all ready. Even Caleb said he's ready for a bike now. And I did tell Fischer that when he can ride well with no training wheels that he can get a new bike...
Lucky that we have two boys, because it made the room- sharing that much easier. We officially ditched Fischer's "baby room" and painted over those sentimental stripes that Dale and I hand-painted with care over 5 years ago. The boys got a mini makeover just before Christmas with new bedding, new art and even a new bed for Caleb. I think they love it and I'm pretty happy with it myself.
We're lucky to have some baby time as the boys get older - Trevor comes over every other week to play and he is getting to such a fun age. I love the 6-9 month age. That's when they really start giving back. He is crawling now and the boys pick him up and carry him all around. Jack is great with him too. Him & I got a rare moment of peace last week just before a nap and I had him laying on the bed. I would tickle his little tummy and then stop. Then I would say, "ready?" and he would crack up laughing before I could even start tickling him again. It was really cute.
Christmas was good. It's not about our presents anymore at all, but about all the events with the kids, the holiday performances, the boys singing out Christmas songs that they've learned in school, carrying on all the traditions that I had as a kid, and the Huss Family Christmas Eve, which I love. We really didn't get a whole lot of pictures this year and as I look at the one Liday family picture, while it is a cute picture, it is so blatantly obvious what is missing...my dad. It seems that the whole season of Christmas was a little off this year because he was so absent. We were lucky to spend the day with Dale's family and it was a great day. But some things, some traditions, some moments cannot be duplicated without my Dad. He could fry the best turkey. He would pass out all the presents in his robe with a Santa hat. He would get us our own Christmas present, aside from the ones my mom would buy. He would buy too much candy. He would buy assorted nuts and put them out in the same wood nut bowl with the same nut cracker, every year, although I think he was the only one who would eat them. He would make us Gin Fizzes on Christmas morning, getting us a little Christmas buzz before the big meal. He would watch the boys play and try to get them to tell him all about their gifts. He would keep coming in to the kitchen to bug us about when we were going to eat and how much longer? There's so much more but these are a few of my favorite things. . .