Oh the Things We'll Do!



Summer is officially here! I know, I'll blink and it will be gone. I've got to be careful about that! This year, it seems different, obviously, with Patrick Finn.



We have a few things up our sleeves for fun. We've joined the local private pool, if only the sun will come out some time soon! We are doing some camping, going to see Phish (again! whee!), and of course, we've got someone's first birthday to plan and have!



But there are in between spaces, where the busy doesn't quite take over. So we'll keep busy inside. Yesterday, I gave Patrick a go at the keyboard. Joe always lets him play with the guitar, so why not? Personally, I think my little banger is geared for the drums but that's another story! He seemed to like the keyboard, but I think he was more fascinated by the lights!

Happy Fathers Day Joe!








How's it feel? Master of the playtime, dinosaur stompin, snugglin with P, ninja turtle watching, electronics sharing, guitar teaching, all around great dad! You are doing such a great job! Some day, I'll tell P all about your adventures with him and hope that he understands how great you really are! Enjoy your first official Fathers Day! You're the best dad!

Sick

My little guy is under the weather. LAst night was a rough one....up every few hours, once for an hour clip in the thick of it...and then, a field trip today. Boy was mama not happy this morning. I tried to get him dressed.

"Teething!" I said to myself, "Molars!"

Then, he made it clear to me that he wasn't going to the babysitter. I was wearing his breakfast! Joe took one for the team today and stayed home with him. I get the duty tomorrow if it so calls. If only this were next week, when school lets out and I can snuggle him from now until forever! Please keep him in your thoughts. This is one of the hardest weeks of the year for a teacher, and this just threw a wrench in my plan.

He moves!




It's been happening for about 3 weeks now. Joe and I have been on scramble alert, blocking off any and everything we don't want Patrick to touch. All of a sudden, our world has shrunk towards the ground, where we've got to look out for P's favorite things. He has a preference for things that aren't his: cords, computers, remotes, you know, OUR stuff! It's amazing how it all changes so quickly! He wants to go, and go fast! Looks like our summer is going to be interesting!

Disconnected




It's been so long..I forget what it's like when Phish goes on tour. It's like all of a sudden, it's more important at night to follow a setlist and talk to phishy friends instead of watching movies or reading or sewing. The whole world seems to stop and become a blur for a few weeks. Not to mention school is almost out, and that in itself is a tiring ordeal.

Perhaps when things get back to normal, I'll post some normal stuff again ;)

Anticipation

wow..it's been 5 years already? seriously?!

On Saturday, Joe and I are headed to Mansfield, Massachusetts to see Phish, our beloved band. Five years ago, we said our goodbyes at a very emotional, muddy festival in Coventry, Vermont.

"For the sake of clarity, I should say that this is not like the hiatus, which was our last attempt to revitalize ourselves. We're done." - Trey Anastasio

Five years ago, Trey made this announcement. Our hearts were filled with sadness. I cried a lot that summer. I remember being at Saratoga Performing Arts Center and just crying hysterically: possibly the LAST Runaway Jim I'd ever hear live. Oddly, it was, even though we were at Coventry. We hadn't made it in in time for Jim. We were lucky to be there at all. Never did I imagine that I'd be trekking my way 3 states away again to see this band that I love so very much. Of course I'd hoped to, but I didn't think we'd be so lucky!

So five years has passed. And where do I find myself today? I've got a new job. I've been here for 3 years. I love it very much. We have a son. A son! Patrick will be a year old in August...my how a year has flown! I have a different car. I was hit 3 years ago at an intersection. I loved my old car. It was the last thing my mother had essentially left me. My father has passed away. At the age of 32, I have had to bury both of my parents. This makes me feel very old.

Five years is a long time. I feel like a new person. I'm very much looking forward to this weekend. I'm looking forward to sharing what is really a big piece of me with my son. I'm sure he'll love it just as much as we do.

See you at Phish!