It goes without saying that Pearl Jam is my favorite band of all time and, in my mind, could be the greatest rock and roll band in the history of this country. No other band has ever touched me so deeply both emotionally and spiritually, and made me want to rock out like PJ.
I'm so excited about their new upcoming album, Backspacer, and taking Kristen to her first ever Pearl Jam concert in September.
Will someone please introduce me to Eddie, Stone, Mike, Cameron or Jeff? Please!
I took this picture this morning in the Pioneer Square area with my iPhone and tweaked it with Photogene. I was walking down the street when this boarded up building caught my eye. While a boarded up building is common, a sign sticking out of the plywood is unique. It almost looks like the sign is trying to stay around while the building is calling it quits. The bird was just by chance but it added a nice touch.
I'm sure every parent feels like I do: that my child is the best thing since sliced bread.
(Which by the way, what the hell does that mean? I mean if sliced bread is THE THING we're comparing everything to, aren't you in-fact not comparing it to anything. Doesn't seem so hard to slice bread. I get build a fire, develop a wheel, put a man on the moon, but slice a loaf of bread? Really?)
And I'm sure that every kid has done what Zak is doing now. Some earlier. Some later. The difference is when it happens to your child, the human being that you made from thin air, it's special, amazing and miraculous moment in time. A moment that should never be forgotten but often is because the next miraculous moment happens so quickly after it.
Four of these 'holy shit, I love this person so much it makes me hurt' moments happened this week; the de-shirt, animal play, the syrup experiment and kisses.
The de-shirt
- Zakary has slept in PJ's since he's been born. A few times when it' s been super hot, we've put him to bed with no shirt on. And getting a shirt on or off of him is always a chore. It's never easy. It's not like he protests, it's more like he's too busy for this to happen. So you have to chase him down, catch him and move quickly to get the shirt on or off. And to my knowledge, he's never put on or taken off his shirt on his own. So the other night, we put him down for the night as usually-- fully dressed in PJ's. After a couple hours, I realized that I forgot my iPhone in his room. So I quietly entered the room, grab my phone and gave a quick look over at Zak in the crib before heading out. I did a double take. What? Something doesn't make sense here. As I got closer, I realized that Zak had taken off his shirt which was balled up in the corner. Hilarious. The next morning, after I woke him up, I asked him, "Zak, what happened to your shirt last night?" Nothing. Then I showed him the shirt in the corner and asked him again, "Zak, what happened to your shirt last night?" He laughed out loud. Hilarious x2.
- Just this week, Zak really started to get into playing with his action figured animals. He'll bounce them around the table pretending that they are walking. He'll also make noises for them. I guess all those trips to the zoo are paying off.
- Zakary made sure to bring the syrup to the dinner table last night. Dinner consisted of mac&cheese and peas. Two things you probably wouldn't normally mix with syrup. But after politely protesting, I finally gave in and poured a little syrup on his dish to his delight. He dipped the macaroni every time and even said, "Yum" a few times. Who knew?
- Zak kisses have been all over the radar. Sometimes you get a closed mouth, most often you get an open mouth with lots of drool. Last night though, he gave best little kiss you can wish for and even made the "muh" sound that would go after a kiss. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. So much so, I asked for another one and he was nice enough to oblige. It was something I will never forget. Mark that up there near the top moments of my life.
It's official: I'm now closer to 40 than I am to 30.Wow. Where did the time go?
I haven't really felt old before until this past Saturday morning. On Friday night, Kristen organized a night out with some friends to enjoy some good food (Zeta Buddy's in Ballard) and then to see one of my new favorite bands, Ha Ha Tonka at the Sunset Tavern.
It seems like just yesterday I turned 21.
I like rum. I like it a lot. Spiced rum is my favorite. Sailor Jerry's to be exact.
And this night, I drank a few rums and Diet Cokes. Well, a lot of them. A lot. So many so that on Saturday morning, I didn't feel too good. Let's just say that it's a good thing that Mitch had some grocery bags in his Jeep the next day on the way to golf. For the record, the bags were not used. Now I can't say the same thing about the night before.
25 was fun. 30 was good too.
Cheeseburgers coming up are not fun.
So needless to say, I felt old. My body felt old. My liver felt old.
It's at this time I realized that I am getting older and need to cut out some of the things I used to do like drink a whole bunch of rums and Diet Cokes. Or at least throw some water in there.
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