A day late and a dollar short, but better than never. I hope this message finds everyone having a safe and happy holidays. Tammie and I had a wonderful Christmas day and enjoyed the company immensely, until we realized...
THIS IS OUR LAST CHRISTMAS ALONE!
Never again will we be able to sleep late on Christmas morning, taking our time to have some coffee and stagger around the house in our pajamas, trying desperately to wake up before the families arrive. Overexcited squeals and yelps of joy accompanied by the endless requests of "Can I open my presents now?! Please! Please! Please!" will now greet us at the first glimpse of dawn, straining our exhausted and overworked nerves to the breaking point.
It's going to be so much fun!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Even Pirates Fall in Love
Yes...I know it's hard to believe, but pirates DO fall in love (just look at those fabulous Johnny Depp movies...quality entertainment!). Even people who aren't pirates sometimes find themselves loving...pirates. Let me explain...
I like pirates. Always have, always will. I even have a pirate flag hanging in my office behind my desk (and while you may find this weird, just think about it. "Mr. Acuff, which desk is yours," the confused and sometimes naive student asked. And the response..."I'm the pirate!").
Tammie, on the other hand, tolerates my fascination with all things pirate (it's not an obsession...yet!). Don't get me wrong, she likes the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies, but she's no Errol Flynn (look it up!). Anyway, to make a long story short, when I found out that we were having a baby (and especially a baby girl!) I began a long (and sometimes painful...Tammie can scream pretty loud when she wants me off the computer) search to find a diaper bag that I could carry and still retain some masculinity.
Hours (okay, minutes) later I found the diaper bag of my dreams...PIRATES! Skulls and crossbones to be exact, but perfection in a baby product. I had to have it.
My very own Pirate Diaper Bag!
(I'm going to be the COOLEST dad! What daughter wouldn't want a land pirate for a dad?!)
I like pirates. Always have, always will. I even have a pirate flag hanging in my office behind my desk (and while you may find this weird, just think about it. "Mr. Acuff, which desk is yours," the confused and sometimes naive student asked. And the response..."I'm the pirate!").
Tammie, on the other hand, tolerates my fascination with all things pirate (it's not an obsession...yet!). Don't get me wrong, she likes the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies, but she's no Errol Flynn (look it up!). Anyway, to make a long story short, when I found out that we were having a baby (and especially a baby girl!) I began a long (and sometimes painful...Tammie can scream pretty loud when she wants me off the computer) search to find a diaper bag that I could carry and still retain some masculinity.
Hours (okay, minutes) later I found the diaper bag of my dreams...PIRATES! Skulls and crossbones to be exact, but perfection in a baby product. I had to have it.
So again, to make a long story short ("Too late!" Name the movie reference here. The winner gets to babysit...for free!) Tammie had a baby shower this last weekend. Tangent: and thank you to everyone for a wonderful party for Tammie and all the special gifts. Both of us really appreciate everything! (Now back to our blog post already in progress...) This was Tammie's day, but in one of her many generous and caring moments, she got me a present...
My very own Pirate Diaper Bag!(I'm going to be the COOLEST dad! What daughter wouldn't want a land pirate for a dad?!)
P.S. -- my mom didn't want to get me this fabulous product. She was looking out for Little Baby Acuff, and I understand (something about humiliation and getting beat up...I don't know if she was talking about me or Little Baby Acuff). I still love you, mom (but I'm keeping the bag!).
Friday, December 7, 2007
The Time Has Come...
...for everyone to dish out! I kid, I kid.
Seriously, tomorrow is Tammie's "Baby Shower" (imagine that strange ethereal voice announcing 'baby shower' in your head) and she is excited. Every day holds moments of joy and utter terror when we think about what is in store for the future, but tomorrow is Tam's day to sit back and revel in the joy that will soon be motherhood.
Apparently, two of Tammie's great friends, Erin and Katie, have been spending quite a time together organizing things for tomorrow. And for that, I am truly grateful. (Tammie is as well, but I'm the one writing this blog...Tammie will express her gratitude tomorrow. I wasn't invited.) I am thankful that we have such wonderful friends and family that we can share our joys (and fears) with. Everyone has been loving and encouraging, especially to Tammie. And she deserves it (she's been doing all of the work so far...).
We had another doctor's visit on Thursday. We didn't actually see our regular doctor. He was stuck in surgery and was not back in time for our visit, but we were lucky enough to see another wonderful doctor (please don't ask her name; I have enough trouble remembering OUR doctor's name...). Everything checked out great with more glowing reviews of Tammie's health. But the best part was when the doctor went to check the baby's heartbeat.
I don't know if this is a bad sign or just is, but when the doctor started pushing the listening device into Tammie's belly looking for the heartbeat, apparently Little Baby Acuff was none too happy with it! She started kicking and pushing on the microphone causing Tammie's belly to bounce around and the microphone to pop and hum. Attitude already!
Tammie says that she didn't feel the kicks (of coarse she didn't, the doctor was holding her stomach down!), but everyone heard the pops and crackles on the microphone and I actually watched as her belly bounced and jumped against the doctor's ministrations (ooooo...big word! Double word score). I have heard Tammie talk all the time about Little Baby Acuff "doing sumersaults in there," but this was the first time I actually saw the baby kick! Wow, there really is someone in there...and she's already fighting the man! (or woman as it were...)
I hope everyone has a great time tomorrow. Please drive carefully (you have gifts for the baby in your trucks after all...) and thank you for all of your well wishes, love and support. (And pray that Little Baby Acuff calms down a bit before she gets here...OY VEY!)
UPDATE: Go back and check out the post of Sha-sha-SHASOUA from a while back. Specifically the 4th paragraph "UPDATE." Now you know why Tammie gets SOOOOO frustrated with me sometimes!
Seriously, tomorrow is Tammie's "Baby Shower" (imagine that strange ethereal voice announcing 'baby shower' in your head) and she is excited. Every day holds moments of joy and utter terror when we think about what is in store for the future, but tomorrow is Tam's day to sit back and revel in the joy that will soon be motherhood.
Apparently, two of Tammie's great friends, Erin and Katie, have been spending quite a time together organizing things for tomorrow. And for that, I am truly grateful. (Tammie is as well, but I'm the one writing this blog...Tammie will express her gratitude tomorrow. I wasn't invited.) I am thankful that we have such wonderful friends and family that we can share our joys (and fears) with. Everyone has been loving and encouraging, especially to Tammie. And she deserves it (she's been doing all of the work so far...).
We had another doctor's visit on Thursday. We didn't actually see our regular doctor. He was stuck in surgery and was not back in time for our visit, but we were lucky enough to see another wonderful doctor (please don't ask her name; I have enough trouble remembering OUR doctor's name...). Everything checked out great with more glowing reviews of Tammie's health. But the best part was when the doctor went to check the baby's heartbeat.
I don't know if this is a bad sign or just is, but when the doctor started pushing the listening device into Tammie's belly looking for the heartbeat, apparently Little Baby Acuff was none too happy with it! She started kicking and pushing on the microphone causing Tammie's belly to bounce around and the microphone to pop and hum. Attitude already!
Tammie says that she didn't feel the kicks (of coarse she didn't, the doctor was holding her stomach down!), but everyone heard the pops and crackles on the microphone and I actually watched as her belly bounced and jumped against the doctor's ministrations (ooooo...big word! Double word score). I have heard Tammie talk all the time about Little Baby Acuff "doing sumersaults in there," but this was the first time I actually saw the baby kick! Wow, there really is someone in there...and she's already fighting the man! (or woman as it were...)
I hope everyone has a great time tomorrow. Please drive carefully (you have gifts for the baby in your trucks after all...) and thank you for all of your well wishes, love and support. (And pray that Little Baby Acuff calms down a bit before she gets here...OY VEY!)
UPDATE: Go back and check out the post of Sha-sha-SHASOUA from a while back. Specifically the 4th paragraph "UPDATE." Now you know why Tammie gets SOOOOO frustrated with me sometimes!
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