Has it really been a year and a half since I’ve posted something here? Is anybody even listening any longer?

It’s unfortunate, because there’s been a heck of a lot going on over the last 18 months. We moved from Indiana to Michigan, although I’ve posted about that already… I think. Yeah, definitely. I’d like to say that we’re completely settled into our house, but we still have boxes here and there – you know, against the wall of the basement, in the corner of the bedroom, tucked away in a closet, up in the rafters of the garage – with…. with… well, with stuff inside them. Just… stuff.

I’m also back in school, completely determined to finish up my degree, for a number of reasons. First, and foremost, to set an example for the kiddos. It’s important for them to know the value of higher education and that it’s going to be expected of them to do the same. Lead by example! Next, because there’s not much more I can do at work without a degree. I love what I do and do what I love, but the only way to open up more opportunities is by completing what I’ve started. Lastly, because if I don’t do it now, I never will. It’s hard enough to dedicate the time now with everything going on. I can only imagine how hard it’d be if I waited until the kids are in gymnastics, soccer, baseball, or dance that require my presence multiple days a week.

There’s so much I want to share… so much that I can’t convey with a two or three sentence status update on FaceBook. Like, about that time just a couple weeks ago when Audrey, three and a half (if I don’t mention “and a half”, she gets very stern with me and corrects me of her proper age), decided that she was going to perform some complex math problems. I’m very proud at the intelligence that both of my kids exhibit, so imagine my joy, and overwhelming pride when Audrey lays this gem of an addition problem on me: “Daddy plus crazy equals fart.”

But, like I said way up there at the top… there’s been a heck of a lot going on over the last 18 months. It’s so terribly difficult to sit down, reflect on the day, and spew something coherent and, hopefully, witty into a blog post with… well… with so much stuff going on… Just… stuff.

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I know, I know, I know… I’m not supposed to put an apostrophe on a word if I’m simply pluralizing it. It just seemed strange to have “Pacis” in the title, because that doesn’t really look like a word either. Plus, this is my blog, so I’ll do what I want… you know, like wait a year or so between posts.

Our little princess has turned terrible… oops… I mean two… she’s turned two. We had pretty decent success is taking pacifiers away from Tyler when he turned two, so we decided to do the same with Audrey. I don’t want you to think we’re terrible parents, so let me clarify by saying that we didn’t take them away ON her birthday. We waited until two days after before emotionally destroying her.

Sarah, sweet as she is, believed that it would be less traumatic for Audrey if they made an event out of “getting rid of the pacifiers”. She made a special glittery bag with bows on it off they went up the stairs. Audrey, who is every bit as sweet as Sarah, sat on the floor and kissed each of her pacifiers good-bye.

“Bye bye, paci,” she’d say. It was adorable.




Awww… she’s hugging it goodbye!!!

What really sucked though… what really sucked… bedtime. She wasn’t so sweet about getting rid of her paci’s when it was time for bed. That’s when it was no longer a game for little miss Audrey.

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What Audrey wants you to know is that we got to hang out with my parents recently. We went to a science museum for kids in Lansing, Michigan. The museum is called Impression 5, and I highly recommend it.

After the kiddos fully tired us adults out, we went to dinner at a nearby buffet-style restaurant. There wasn’t a lot of seating, so we grabbed the first table we saw that was large enough for the six of us.

Sadly, this table was RIGHT next to the fountain pop machine.

So there’s two problems with this situation.

1) We get front row seats to all walks of life.
2) Tyler simply CAN NOT talk quietly.

While sitting at the table that was way too close to the pop machine, Tyler looked at me with a grin across his face.

“Daddy,” Tyler says, much too loudly, “do you see that really big, really fat man with the really big, really fat belly?”

I’ve no doubt that the man heard Tyler, just as I’ve no doubt that every table surrounding us heard too. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling and giggling just a little bit as I attempted to tell Tyler “You can’t say that, buddy.”

I couldn’t be mad at him. When we watch cartoons or read books where there is a comically large person, we say something along the lines of what he said. He didn’t say it with any malicious intent and wasn’t making fun of the guy. We was, quite simply, stating what he saw…. very loudly.

And, in Tyler’s defense… that man was very, very large.


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