A Year Goes By...

It's hard to believe that I've been married to a such a wonderful and great person for a year. She loves me and takes care of me and makes life fun. I love her and love to be with her and I'm always waiting to see what the next day brings.

I can't wait to see what this next year has in store for us and there's no one that I'd rather spend it with. You make me happy Emma, and I hope that I can always make you as happy.

I love you! <3

Softball - it's not soft.

3 weeks.

12 games.

4 injuries.

Sometimes I forget that I can't do the stuff I used to be able to do.

Week 1 - I forget to wear my new cleats and wear my old ones. You know, the ones that feel like I'm running on concrete all the time. Since this first night, I have constant pain in my achilles. It's getting better though, little by little. Although you wouldn't be able to tell if you saw me trying to walk after getting out of bed in the morning.

Week 2a - I don't think I pulled it, but I gave a real good stretch to my hamstring. I mean REAL good. Like, I'm pretty sure I pulled it. Now with my achilles hurting and my hamstring not working correctly, I look as graceful as a swan when I'm running the bases. And if you're thinking "when you say graceful, do you mean 'contorted', and when you say like a swan, do you mean 'freak of nature'", then yes, I'm graceful as a swan.

Week 2b - I catch the ball at third to tag the baserunner and he steps on my glove, which smashes the ball into my fingers. I still can't make a fist without my ring finger hurting. Good thing I'm a lover and not a fighter and I never have a reason to make a fist :)

Week 3 - A grounder is hit to me. I get in front of it and it takes a bad hop and hits me right on my wrist. I had to leave the game because I couldn't grip a softball after that. I started to wonder after the game, "did that take THAT bad of a bounce or am I just too slow to react?" I'm still debating this argument with myself. (Don't worry, I got the runner out at second.)

Week 4 games start tomorrow, anyone want to start taking bets on whether I'll hurt myself again or not? I'm betting that I won't. But you have to give me 10 to 1 odds.

Adele Laughing

I started to play peek-a-boo with Adele and she started cracking up. She's never laughed this hard before. She's awesome.

I Bet You Can't Eat That or That or That...

So, everyone at my job threw in a dollar and bet me that I couldn't eat a bag of Lemonheads in an hour...without water. You might be thinking, "An hour for a bag of Lemonheads?! That would be easy!". That was my reaction too. I thought that this would be the easiest money I ever made.

I got about 20 Lemonheads down and realized that this might be difficult. So I decided that chewing them was taking too much time (not to mention it was making my tongue raw) so I decided to swallow them whole. That wasn't such a good idea because they are just big enough to get stuck going down. I stopped doing this after one of them almost made me throw up.

The picture was taken after I had eaten about 50 of them. I ate about 40 more before throwing in the towel. I didn't feel so good and knew that if I kept eating, I would definitely throw up. I was sweating, my tongue hurt like crazy, and my stomach was not liking what I was doing to it.

My co-workers have decided that this was quite fun for them so they have decided that Tuesdays will become "what will Ryan eat" days. They are already taking ideas for what next Tuesday will bring.

I figure that it should only take me 3-4 years of eating weird stuff on Tuesdays before I can save enough to get my motorcycle.

Time to Relax

After a long day of work (for me) and a long day of eating and sleeping (for Adele - apparently it is very tiresome), we decided that we needed to sit down and watch some T.V.

Here I'm explaining the complexities of 24 and why Jack Bauer kicks butt.

Here is Adele explaining to me that if people would just let Jack do what Jack does, then it would be called 12.


Tonight is the basketball game, maybe she'll like watching that too.

Threes

I guess it's true that good things happen in threes.



My life is VERY good right now.

My Baby

After a few months of worry and being especially nervous for the last week of that, Adele was born on April 2nd.

Not only was she born, but she surprised everyone at how ready she was to be born. NICU was there, ready to hook her up to oxygen, an I.V. and put in a feeding tube. When we got to the NICU, the head of the department looked at her and told the nurses to put the oxygen away. She was crying quite healthily. She ate on the first try like she had gone half a day without food. She still had to have the I.V. but that was just to give her antibodies to fight off a potential infection, which she doesn't have (it is apparently standard to do when a baby is left in the womb after a rupture). No one can believe that she is only 34 weeks. There are still a few more tests to do over the next couple days, just to make sure she is still doing well.

She's perfect.

If I wasn't a man, I might have cried when I first saw her. But since I am a man, I didn't. I will admit that my eyes got a little wet though.

She weighed 5 lbs 6 oz.

10 minutes after being born.



Meeting her sister for the first time.

Things couldn't have gone better. Now I get to wake up every few hours in the middle of the night to a screaming baby and I couldn't be happier.