My Son

As of late I have left the bloggin up to my wife. Recently I have observed something that I wanted to share with everyone. Some thing that is a bit personal and well as a male it might be a little rough. So fasten your seat belts.
Spencer is a very active little boy with a ton of friends. It took me a moment at first to figure this out ... then it was so very clear to me. Spencer likes to do the same things I do so he can be with me. Sure he likes golf, football and all those things. But what he really likes is doing anything with me. He is such a great kid. I hope I can cherish these years, I know he will never be 9 years old again. I love hanging out with him. He is my hero.

PGA

A few weeks ago, we went to a PGA qualifing tournament down in SLC. It was a beautiful day and we had a great time.

35 Weeks!!

Well, I'm getting down to it. I had a doctor's appt this morning and things are looking good. Baby has turned and is measuring great. My official due date, once again is October 18th or 21st. The doctor diagnosed it for the 21st; the ultrasound tech said the 18th. Today the doctor asked me when I wanted the baby to be born. I was ready with, "October 13th." There's a couple reasons I would like the baby born that day; first being it's a Monday and Spencer is out of school the Friday before and after. If I don't have to worry about a place for him, it would be easier. The second being, Spencer's birthday is April 13th. Then their birthdays would be 6 months apart. He said he techinically can't induce me until the 14th if the baby is due on the 21st. But he can strip my membranes the Friday the 10th and he said that would probably put me into labor and the baby be born on the 13th. So, that being said, I'm having a baby on the 13th. We'll see, you know how these things go!

Me, on parenting

Well, it's been a while since I've blogged. I guess I haven't been the devoted blogger. I think I might have the attention span of a fly. My newest obsession has been facebook. LOVE IT! Through myspace, I was able to catch up with a ton of old high school friends, through facebook, I've been able to reconnect with some old church friends. People I haven't seen in like, 13 years! It's been so fun to see how people have grown up, married and have like 4 kids of their own!

I remember in high school my mother would always tell me, life isn't like this forever. People grow up and change and none of this matters. But at the time, I was so caught up in being a teenager, I couldn't see past the weekend. I can honestly say I miss being a teenager. But the part I think I miss is not having responsibility or having to take responsibility. Now when I bust my 9 year old for breaking the rules, I have to laugh.

A few weeks ago, I had to go into work for a couple hours. I told Spencer the night before I was going in early, so I could get back earlier for him to go play. When I am gone, Spencer is supposed to stay in the house and no friends until I get home. Well, my coworker that also lives in my neighborhood, came into work and says, "Yeah, Spencer was out cruising around this morning." I'm like, "WHAT?" So when I got home, I had one of those moments with my child busting him on breaking the rules. He has no knowledge of how I know and it just reminded me of the times when I thought I was smarter than my mother. Those times when I thought I was being so sneaky and she didn't know what I was doing. Almost always, I was busted. I say almost, but assume she knew everything and chose to battle over the bigger things.

I love being a parent... most days, lol. I can be so mad at Spencer for something, then he says something funny or sweet. During the Olympics Spencer and I would camp out on the couch for a couple hours every night. It didn't matter what was on, we loved to watch. There was one night we were watching the track races. Usaine Bolt was the guy from Jamaica I believe that was cleaning everyone's plow in every event. So we were watching the runners line up for the race, each one having their superstitious routine. Bolt sets his feet into the block and does the catholic cross thing across his head and chest. Spencer looks at me with this bewilderment on his face and says, "He can't talk." It was so funny, yet he was so serious. It was one of those moments I will never forget.