Although the actual holiday is still a couple weeks away, and our trip to Iowa is exactly one week out, for all intents and purposes, Christmas for our family officially began on Sunday. We were visited by Uncle Jim, Aunt Brenda, Kristy, and Madi, for an afternoon of opening presents, eating lunch, and hanging out. The only unfortunate part of the day was the performance by the Seahawks at Green Bay, but considering the fact that my Sounders won their first MLS Cup the night before, I felt like I didn’t have too much to complain about.
As usual, they were much too generous in the gifts they brought us. The kids all love their toys, Jessica has worn her new shawl/scarf each day since receiving it and is looking forward to her Spa day after our trip to Iowa, and I’m very much looking forward to reading all my new books. I also received a really nice set of loose leaf teas that Jessica and I have been enjoying daily. Elise got a toy cleaning set that she absolutely loves; she can regularly be found ‘cleaning’ various areas of the house with her little squeegee, spray bottle, and brush. Enzo is constantly playing with his new trucks and tractors. Then there is Ava, who just enjoys playing with new toys, regardless of who they were actually given to.
After opening presents we all enjoyed cups of the new teas I got, then sat down for a big family lunch. I had previously made my ‘Meat Lover’s Chili’ (beef, pork, chicken, and turkey), so we had that along with Caesar Salad and warm sourdough bread, while the kids enjoyed grilled cheese sandwiches and fruit. It was pretty much the perfect family day and a very nice way to kick off Christmas!
To add to the Christmas theme of the weekend, a couple days earlier we got our first significant snow in 2 years. I woke up that morning to about 3 inches on the ground, so I decided to avoid the roads and work from home that day. In between calling into meetings and working on coding tasks, I would go outside with everyone for snowball fights, snow angels, and snowman building. It was a lot of fun for everyone, especially the kids of course, and provided a nice transition into the weekend.
Jessica has been working as much as possible this month, mainly because this is their busiest month of the year. Last Saturday night she worked the private Pokemon Christmas party. They always go big on their annual Christmas party at El Gaucho, but due to this year’s huge success with the Pokemon Go game, the party was more extravagant than ever. Working such a huge party has it’s benefits, but not getting home until 3:30 in the morning is less than ideal. I had been hoping things would slow down significantly for me at work this month, as it did last year, but it hasn’t exactly played out that way. We’re just as busy as ever, so I think Jess and I are both very much ready for our vacation next week.
Since Jessica didn’t have to work on Monday night, we decided to take the kids downtown for some holiday shopping in the city. First they all picked me up at work and got to see my new office. The kids were all super excited to meet ‘Taco’, my office fish. It’s not actually my fish but I’m fish-sitting for a co-worker for a few weeks. Of all the fun things we did that night, meeting Taco ended up being the highlight of the day for Ava and Elise.
After leaving work we headed downtown and bounced around a few different stores, all the while taking in the various holiday-related sights: Christmas trees, lights, and fake snow. Jessica and I each bought sweaters and hats, and we all enjoyed dinner at a Mexican restaurant. I had been hoping to find a good Winter hat and ended up striking gold at Eddie Bauer. I saw this epic red and black plaid hat with plush fur lining in their window display, then went about scouring the store to try one on. After several unsuccessful minutes of searching I asked a salesperson about it and she said the one in the window was the last one, but that I was welcome to try it on. It was too perfect to pass up, so I’m looking forward to taking it on our trip. I doubt I’ll be going outside in Iowa without it.
After that we took the kids down to the Public Market for a few photos. The girls were dying to sit on the bronze pig, so we were happy to oblige. It ended up being another epic holiday-inspired day, and doing it on a Monday evening was perfect because there were no crowds to deal with.
This weekend we’ve got some fun stuff to look forward to. Jessica’s best friend Laurel is coming out on Friday for a visit from North Carolina and will be staying with us for a few nights. Saturday night our friends the Martin’s (Julie, Bardi, and their 3 kids) will be joining us at our house for a dinner party. I’m looking forward to making lobster pasta, but haven’t decided on the rest of the menu quite yet.
Laurel leaves on Monday, then we’re going to do our own small family Christmas on Tuesday night, which will include Skyping with Grandma and Grandpa Martin as the kids open their presents. We’ll be up dark ‘n early the next morning at 4:00 so we can get on our flight to Iowa. We’re staying for a full week and are looking forward to seeing everyone. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to write about when we return. I think we get home on the 29th, so we have plenty of time before Jessica goes to work on New Year’s Eve. I won’t be returning to work until the first Monday of the new year.
We wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and look forward to seeing you soon if we haven’t already. Here’s a few recent family pics.
Enjoying the snow. 2 out of 3 looking at the camera isn’t bad…
Getting ready for our family day on Sunday
Surrounded with presents
They love their Paw Patrol art set
Poor Madi has a hairline fracture in her heel. Didn’t stop her from having fun though. That boot looks familiar…
We have a bit of a tradition giving cutlery for Christmas. Hope Kristy enjoys.
Jim and Brenda enjoying some gifts of their own
Loving my new winter hat. Too bad you can’t see the plaid pattern. It really drives it home. #Griswold
It’s been a very busy holiday weekend for us, including lots of family time and Thanksgiving, but nothing could outshine our sweet baby girl’s 5th birthday. It’s a bit hard to believe that Jessica and I have been parents for a half decade now, but when I look at Ava and see how grown up she already is, it all kinda makes sense. Although her birthday was on Friday, I wanted to wait until the end of the weekend to write because I knew we’d be busy, and of course, we were.
Things started up for us on Thanksgiving. We all headed down to Kristy and Madi’s house that morning and basically just spent the day hanging out, cooking, watching football, and eating of course. We were joined by Uncle Jim, Aunt Brenda, and Kristy’s friend Edgar. Madi did a great job keeping the kids busy, and at this point I think it’s fair to say she will someday soon be a great babysitter. She really keeps them inline, and most importantly, they listen to her. She had some fun games setup for the kids, including a dinosaur egg hunt in the backyard. Breaking open their eggs and finding the baby dinosaurs inside ended up being a highlight for both of our girls.
Jessica, Kristy, and I spent most of our day in the kitchen together, and it was perfect. Thanksgiving is probably my favorite day because it’s all about the 3 F’s: Family, Food, and Football. As I’ve said before, I tend to associate memories with food, and this day will be no exception. Dinner turned out great, even though Ava and Elise couldn’t stop talking about what they would, and would not, be eating. To their surprise, Madi made sure they tried a little bit of everything on their plate, and not surprisingly, they liked most of it. I certainly didn’t need a second helping of dinner, but forced myself to eat it anyway, and was basically comatosed afterwards.
The only bummer that day was poor Enzo, who was having an adverse reaction to the liquid amoxicillin he was taking for an infection in his tonsils. The medicine was giving him bad diarrhea, so he was a bit out of sorts all day. He was such a little trooper though; I was proud of him for hanging in there and making the best of it.
We all stayed the night at Kristy’s, but of course we had a bit of difficulty in the middle of the night. The 5 of us were in Kristy’s room, while she and Madi were in Madi’s room. At about 4:30am, Enzo woke up asking for a bottle of milk. Jessica went downstairs and made it, then he got in bed with us to drink it, and (hopefully) fall back asleep. About 5 minutes after finishing his bottle, the poor little guy started throwing up all over Kristy’s bed! So now Jessica and I have to hop out of bed, start stripping Enzo down, and removing all the sheets and covers from the bed. Soon I found myself at 5:00am trying to separate a comforter from a duvet cover (at least I think that’s what it’s called), and not surprisingly I found myself struggling a bit.
We all eventually got back to sleep for a couple more hours, then woke up around 8:00. At first Ava didn’t realize what day it was, but when we said it was her birthday she lit up with excitement. The night before, Madi, Kristy, and Jessica decorated the downstairs for Ava’s birthday, so when she went down there to see everything she was absolutely thrilled.
Jim and Brenda came over that morning, and soon thereafter we all enjoyed a “Grandpa Elmer breakfast”, which is simply chocolate cake for breakfast. I had brought a little stringed instrument called a Merlin with me, so that morning I figured out how to play “Happy Birthday” on it, and did so while the rest of us sang to her before having cake. After cake we spent time opening presents and playing around the house for a couple hours.
That afternoon the 5 of us drove our car, and Kristy & Madi drove their car, down to the Seattle waterfront. We had a nice lunch at the Fisherman Restaurant, then afterwards we all went on the big Ferris wheel, which is right outside the restaurant. It was my first time on the wheel, and although I’m a bit scared of heights, I still had fun. Of course the kids loved it, and that was most important.
After the wheel we had to split up. Kristy took Madi to Pike’s Place Market for the first time, while the rest of us went home to prepare for Grandma and Grandpa, who were flying in that evening. A couple hours we got home, Tom and Amy arrived, so we spent the rest of the evening catching up and preparing for Ava’s party the next day.
Saturday we had Ava’s party at Chuck E. Cheese in Bellevue and it was great. In addition to Grandma and Grandpa, we were joined by Auntie Dana, our next-door neighbors the Schreiber’s, Solana and Ronin, and our friends the Palmer’s. The kids spent a couple hours playing games and collecting tickets, then we all sat down for a snack, followed by photo time with Chuck E., cake, singing, and presents. One of the highlights for Ava was getting to go inside the ticket booth, which is a glass booth filled with game tickets. For 30 seconds she got to stand in there while lots of air was blowing tickets all around her. The objective is to grab as many tickets as possible, so that you can trade them in later for a prize.
Before I move on, I want to say thank you to everyone we saw over the weekend for all the birthday gifts, and for making time for us. It was a very special couple of days for Ava and I’m sure she won’t forget it. Looking back on my own childhood, I definitely remember my 5th birthday party, so I wanted this to be special for Ava, and it certainly was.
Sunday was a pretty busy day for Tom and I. My Acura and Jessica’s van both needed some work, so we worked together all day on them. The van work was pretty minor, but in the case of my Acura, the check engine light was on and when I connected the reader, I found out it was my knock sensor. In most cars the knock sensor is easily accessible, but of course in my car it’s down inside the engine block, meaning we had to disassemble the top of the engine (intake manifold, throttle body, fuel rails, and injectors) just to get to it.
I had gone out the night before and purchased a new sensor, plus some other tools we thought would be necessary, but once we got to it, what we found was surprising. As it turned out, the sensor was fine, but the wire connecting to it was basically gone. A little more investigating revealed the reason – a damn rat got inside my engine and chewed through the wire. It was obvious because there was rat poop inside there and the remains of a nasty little nest.
While purchasing the new sensor the previous night, I had also tried to purchase a new wire, and I went to 2 auto parts stores, but neither of them even carried it. They told me my only options were to special order it from the dealer, or find one at a junkyard. Neither of those options seemed viable due to time restrictions, so I crossed my fingers hoping it wouldn’t be necessary.
I have to give major credit to Tom because once we saw what the issue was I figured we were just out of luck and I was going to have to take my car into the dealer for the repair. However I was wrong. Tom came up with an idea to remove the wire fitting from the sensor, then cut out the other connecter that it plugged into, rewire it on our own, and solder the whole thing together. We went back to the auto parts store to return the sensor I had purchased, then went to the hardware store to purchase a soldering iron and a spool of wire. We ended up getting everything soldered together, secured with heat shrink, and protected with a sheath. The whole thing worked perfectly and I was thoroughly impressed.
Afterwards we put the top of the engine back together, reconnected everything, and it was good to go. The check engine light was off and the car ran perfectly. This was by far the most in-depth repair job I’ve ever done, and obviously there’s no way I could have done it without Tom, but it was a great learning experience.
As usual, the long weekend went by in a flash, and tomorrow it’s back to normal for me. This should be an interesting week at work, as we’ll be moving to a new building. I’ve been at the same desk in the same building for nearly 2 years, which is crazy considering in my 2.25 years at Amazon I had 5 different desks. I’m ready for the move though and even more ready for December, which is a slow time of year for us. October and November of this year were the two busiest months I’ve ever had at Microsoft, so we’re all ready to dial it down a notch.
Before I go I just want to say how proud I am of Ava. Of course I’m extremely proud of all three of them, but this one is about Ava. You’re growing up so fast I can hardly believe it. You’re smart, funny, talented, beautiful, and most importantly, filled with love. You’re also our little trailblazer, and I know you’re going to have a few tricks up your sleeve for us in the future, so I hope we’re ready. I can’t believe you’re so close to Kindergarten! Thank you for being such a good big sister to Elise and Enzo, and thank you for always being my sweet baby girl. As you would say, I love you around the sun, and around the volcano. Happy 5th birthday sweetheart – I hope you never forget it.
Getting ready to grab those tickets!
A little Thanksgiving fun
Elise enjoying some bread at Ava’s birthday lunch
Okay so maybe I was a little nervous on the wheel…
Well, I’ve had a couple days to digest the outcome of the election, and while I strongly disagree with the results, I realize that I have no choice but to accept it, or at least live with it. For the first time in my life I understand what it feels like to seriously disapprove of my president and totally disagree with the direction the country appears to be heading in. It’s a tough pill to swallow, and honestly the loss hurt me even more than I would have expected. I’ve never been the type of person to sit around and complain, so Jessica and I have to find a way to move forward. I intend to use this as a learning experience.
There’s no question that this election has changed me as a person, and I’m thankful for that. I have no regrets regarding anything I said in my post on Tuesday, and I’m actually really glad I wrote it when I did, which was before any of the results started coming in. Had I waited until now, a very different post would have been written, so I’m glad I was able to express my true, uncluttered feelings before everything started going south.
It’s really difficult for me to understand the mindset of the Trump voter. The fact that he lost the popular vote and yet still won the election makes it even harder. I’m certainly not complaining about a rigged system, and I understand the electoral college, but it still stings. I have to accept the fact that, like most people in this world, I am a product of my environment. Having spent the vast majority of my life in this liberal, progressive corner pocket of America known as the Pacific Northwest, I can’t help but identify with the predominant mindset that occupies it. Obviously not everyone up here feels the way I do, but most of the people Jessica and I associate ourselves with do feel this way, so we’ve all had a tough time.
Tuesday night was an emotional one for us, and I suppose being so active on social media only made it worse. Consequently neither one of us has so much as thought of logging into Facebook since the results were final. I know that all the rhetoric on there would do nothing but upset me even more, and I simply don’t want to end up saying something that I’ll later regret. I’d rather use this blog as my platform, because at least here I can express my thoughts in long form, which is how I am most comfortable.
Throughout this election I’ve tried to understand and relate to those who have gravitated so strongly towards Trump. I’ve read articles, listened to Republican officials, and done my best to put myself in their shoes. While I understand what they’re saying, I can’t truly grasp it. I simply don’t come from that world, and don’t hold those concerns. That said, I certainly respect the fact that the vast majority of people out there, regardless of party affiliation, only want what is best for this country; it’s just that we all have different ideas of what that means and how to get there. There are certainly some very bad people who support Trump, but they are quite limited in numbers. Unfortunately their voice is louder than their numbers are strong.
I have a lot of worries moving forward. Every issue I outlined on Tuesday is going to take a step backward, but nothing worries me more than the well being of our environment. To use Seattle as an example, this October was our wettest on record. We normally get 10 inches of rain between October and November combined. This year we got 10 inches of rain in October alone. Then tonight I heard on the local news that the first 10 days of November were our hottest on record. Must be a Chinese hoax. We need to start making positive changes now, but I just don’t see us coming anywhere near our potential under this new leadership.
Another major concern for me is the lack of checks and balances in our government. A Republican House, Senate, President, and soon to be Supreme Court is a bad thing, and you’d better believe I’d say the exact same thing if it was all Democratic. We need checks and balances. We need diversity. We no longer have that and it scares me. This is how dictatorships begin, and I’d like to think that we’re better than that as a nation, but I also thought we were above electing such a foul and disgusting man as our president. Obviously I was wrong.
A couple things I’ve learned recently about our country are: the political center is dead, yet racism and sexism are alive and well. I empathize with the parents of this country who wonder aloud what they’re supposed to tell their children. One might think that our kids are too young to understand, but such thoughts would be selling them short. When Jessica told the girls yesterday morning that Hillary had lost, Ava’s immediate reaction was “How could that bad man who says nasty things win Mommy? What am I going to tell my friends?” She then broke down into tears. Of course this caused Jessica to also break down into tears, so then Elise tried to reassure everyone by telling them, “Don’t worry, Daddy will protect us.” As you can imagine, hearing that news nearly caused me to break down as well.
In case you’re wondering how Ava, a 4 year old, could possibly have an opinion on Donald Trump, the answer is simple: she came downstairs one night and found Jessica and I watching the final presidential debate. She showed a surprising interest and asked us if she could watch along with us. After a short discussion we decided to allow it. So there she sat for the next half hour or so watching the debate, asking questions, and doing her best to understand what was going on. We were so impressed by this that we decided to explain to her, in terms that she could easily comprehend, where we stood and why. Anyone who knows Ava knows that she is like a little elephant; she never forgets anything. Since then there has been one additional Hillary supporter in our house. Regardless of where you stand, you have to respect her.
As a person who has always considered themselves very optimistic, I realize that the tone of my two posts this week has been an exception from the norm, so I’d like to end things on a positive note. I’ve said the things I’ve said, and formed the opinions previously expressed, for one reason: because I care. I look back at the first election I was old enough to vote in, and I didn’t even take the time to vote. I was too apathetic to find a polling station and check a box, let alone put in the effort to formulate an opinion. In that sense I have come a long way. I’m constantly amazed at how becoming a parent has changed me as a person, and this election has been an extension of that growth. While I will attempt to limit my emotional engagement in future elections, I now have a very clear understanding of where I stand, and ultimately who I am. I must admit I was impressed when Trump spoke of unity and togetherness during his acceptance speech; I only wish he had spread more of that message along the campaign trail. Obviously doing so would have hurt him with some of his more extreme followers, so he did what he had to do in order to win. I understand that, and am willing to look past it, but I still hold hope that we can begin to mend this great political divide and come together for a greater good. Our children depend on it.
On this historic day as we prepare to elect our first female President of the United States, I wanted to express to you the importance of making choices. For quite a while now, your Mom and I have been talking to you about choices: when you do something wrong we tell you “that was a bad choice”, and we you do something good, we praise you for making a good choice. It’s very important to us that you understand, from a young age, that life is about making choices, and that’s never going to change. As you get older, you’re going to be able to look at your situation in life and trace it back to a series of choices you’ve made.
Choices matter, and they come in many forms. You’re going to have to make choices about who you associate yourself with, what you do for a living, politics, religion, drugs and alcohol, hobbies, your appearance, etc. Some choices are more important than others, but I promise you they will never stop presenting themselves. Sometimes the choices you make will make other people angry, which is why it is vitally important that you always stand up for yourself and stand by your convictions. It’s also very important that you not judge or look down on others for the choices they make. Throughout your life you’re going to come into contact with people of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, and backgrounds, and their beliefs and choices will be just as diverse. Assuming those beliefs don’t condone violence or hatred towards others, it is extremely important that you always show respect. You won’t always agree, and you certainly don’t have to, but everyone deserves your respect until they prove otherwise.
It’s important that you take pride in your choices; that you embrace them and feel a sense of responsibility for them. When things go well for you, don’t be afraid to give yourself credit for making a good choice, and please don’t ever attribute anything to luck. As I like to say, there is no such thing as luck; luck is for losers. Anywhere you find yourself seemingly lucky regarding anything of importance, I’d be willing to argue that what you think of as luck was really just the manifestation of hard work. And just for clarification, there is a big difference to me between the concept of being fortunate, and the concept of being lucky. I am an extremely fortunate person, but I’m not lucky at all, because luck isn’t real. For example, I look back on the career change I made about 6 years ago and feel very proud of that choice. It wasn’t easy, and there were times throughout that process where I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I knew this was the only way to better my situation and give my family the proper care they deserved, so I stuck with it. That was a good choice. On the flip side, I have made plenty of bad choices in my lifetime and had to live with those consequences.
So today we find ourselves as Americans faced with some very important choices, particularly in terms of who we elect for our next president. This has been an extremely tumultuous election cycle for our country, certainly the most of my lifetime to date. The two main candidates, Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, are very polarizing figures, and people on both sides are up in arms about the other candidate. There is a lot of hatred and animosity being strewn about right now, and it’s dividing our country more than I can believe. Your mother and I have put in a lot of time and effort to research the issues that matter most to us, and align ourselves with a candidate who supports those issues. It’s important to me to keep it about the issues because it’s too easy to feed off of the low hanging fruit constantly being served up to us by the mainstream media. The juicy stuff is all about personal attacks, scandals, trustworthiness, lies, and previous transgressions, but we feel those aren’t the topics that should influence our decision. It takes a little more work to climb further up that tree to find the issues that matter most to you, and we were willing to do that.
I want to explain to you why we’re voting for Hillary Clinton, why we could never support a man like Donald Trump, and most of all, which issues matter most to us. Having lost my dad at the age of 14, I was never able to have this type of conversation with him, so to this day I have no idea which issues mattered most to him. I know he voted democratic, but I don’t know specifically why, so I would give anything to be able to look back at something like this to get a true account of his political sensibilities. This will never be an issue for you because even if I get hit by a bus tomorrow, you will always be able to look back on these posts and understand who we are as people, and what matters most to us. This is extremely important to me.
I don’t like focusing on negative stuff, but I need you to understand why I could never support Donald Trump for president. I’ll get that part out of the way first. Donald Trump is a business man with no political experience who promises to shake things up and turn Washington upside down his first day in office. He thinks he knows more than everyone about everything, and he plays to people’s fears. He says he knows more about ISIS (the world’s most formidable terrorist organization) than our military generals. He has no respect for women and has been caught on tape many times saying awful and degrading things about women, then has the nerve to say he never actually said them. He is xenophobic, meaning he has an intense dislike and fear of people from other cultures. He is a religious bigot and believes in separating people based on their religious ideology. He is a ‘rabel rouser’, meaning he speaks with the intention of inflaming the emotions of a crowd of people for his own political gain. He wants to build a wall between the U.S. and Mexico. He refers to climate change as a “Chinese hoax.” Some of his biggest supporters include:
The Ku Klux Klan
The Alt Right
North Korean Dictator Kim Jong Un
Russian President Vladimir Putin
He claims his business experience makes him a strong presidential candidate, yet his corporations have filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy four times. During the 1970’s, while working with his father managing a number of residential apartment buildings in New York, charges were brought against him multiple times for racial discrimination. If you weren’t white, he didn’t want you living in his buildings. His business school, Trump University, has taken advantage of many students, and he now faces considerable legal challenges in the near future because of it. He refuses to release his taxes to the public because he is under audit, even though the IRS has said publicly on many occasions that he is completely free to do so. So you understand, this is the first time a presidential candidate from a major party has hidden his taxes from the public. Most of us realize that he is obviously trying to hide something from the American people, most likely his deep ties and debts to Russia. He hasn’t paid federal income taxes in approximately 20 years. To sum it up, he’s a bad guy. Even many of his supporters acknowledge that, but because he has played to their fears, they are still willing to vote for him. Obviously your mother and I are not.
Then there is Hillary Clinton, the democratic candidate. Let me start by saying she is not perfect. In fact, earlier on in this election cycle your mom and I supported another man named Bernie Sanders who was running against her for the democratic nomination. It was during this time that we started researching issues and and figuring out what matters most to us, but more on that in a bit. Some people distrust Mrs. Clinton because of an email scandal she had while serving as Secretary of State. She did something foolish and setup a private email server in the basement of her house, then used a personal email account for work purposes. When people caught onto this, she panicked and had all of her emails deleted because some of the content in some of these emails later on may have been deemed classified. This was a poor choice and it caused many Americans to distrust her. Unfortunately the whole thing has been blown out of proportion. I say this because she has been investigated by the FBI multiple times now, and each time has been cleared of any illegal activity. In my opinion, if the FBI doesn’t believe she broke any laws, then the American public has no grounds to hold her activities against her. Yes she made a mistake, and has publicly admitted so on multiple occasions, but the Trump campaign is keeping it in the spotlight, mostly because there aren’t many other negative things for them to focus on.
Then there are her accomplishments. She has fought for children and families for 40 years. Rather than take a job at a prestigious law firm after graduating from law school, she took a job at the Children’s Defense Fund, working with teenagers incarcerated in adult prisons in South Carolina and families with disabled children in Massachusetts. She helped to provide millions of children, as well as first responders to the 9/11 terrorist attack, with health care. She stood in front of a United Nations conference and told the world “women’s rights are human rights”, which at the time was a surprisingly controversial statement to make, particularly on a stage of that magnitude. She continues to stand up for LGBT rights in America, and abroad. She has expanded health care and family leave for military families. She negotiated a ceasefire between Israel and Hamas. She preaches a message of unity and togetherness. And finally, she supports the political issues that matter most to us.
So what are those issues that I keep referring to? Well, let me begin by saying that my convictions today aren’t what they were in years passed. Honestly, I didn’t have many convictions in the past because I never took the time to research them with any depth. I will admit that as recently as a couple years ago I was starting to see myself becoming more conservative. I was growing older with a family to support, and in all honesty, I finally started making real money. Growing up, I had everything I could have ever wanted in life, but as I came to find out as I got older, we didn’t actually have any money. Like many American families, we simply got by. I knew my parents voted democratic, but again I didn’t know why. So when I started experiencing all these changes that I just mentioned, I felt it was somehow my responsibility to become a Republican, as silly as that may sound. If that’s what the wealthy people do, and I’m putting myself on course to someday become wealthy, then I assumed that’s where I belonged. Why should I pay a higher percentage in taxes now than I used to when I was just getting by?
This remained my mindset for the better part of a year, but then something happened. The current presidential election cycle (which ends today) got started, and I started paying more attention than ever before. Early on I had no idea who I wanted to support, so I decided to give every candidate a fair chance. One day I’d be researching John Kasich, then the next day it would be Carly Fiorina. I found myself taking online polls to better understand not only which candidates appealed to me, but more importantly, which issues were nearest and dearest to my heart. Once I discovered the campaign of Bernie Sanders I felt like I had tapped into something that mattered to me. Some of the main issues he preached, which I will cover in a second, made a lot of sense to me and I quickly declared him as ‘my candidate.’ In the end, this wasn’t Bernie’s time, and Hillary ended up winning the Democratic presidential nomination. At first I didn’t know how I felt about this, so I started researching Hillary a lot more, and I was pleased to find that she also supported basically all of the same issues that the Sanders campaign brought my attention to. Certainly there were some differences, but in the end I felt that of all our presidential choices (including those not coming from major parties), Hillary was most inline with the issues that mattered most to me.
I’ll start with climate change. There is deep divide in this country on many issues, and climate change is no exception. For the past decade or so we’ve been seeing drastic changes to our planet, including irregular weather patterns, melting polar ice caps, rising sea levels, thinning of the atmosphere, and an overall rise in global temperatures. As someone who has never formally accepted religion into their life, to a certain degree our planet is my religion. I say this because I care deeply about our future generations. The nameless and faceless matter to me, and I want to ensure that they have a healthy planet to live on. Luckily 97% of climate scientists agree that climate change is real, and that the burning of fossil fuels is the main cause. Basically the mass industrialization that we have created over the past couple hundred years is having very adverse effects on our planet, and if we keep up at the pace we’re going, we will drive ourselves into extinction. Most of the Republican party argues against this and says there is nothing wrong, but of course they have their incentives. Mega corporations and political stakeholders have funded them into taking this position because they are more concerned about their bank accounts than about our planet. Donald Trump refers to climate change as a “Chinese hoax” and supports initiatives and practices that will cause great damage to our environment. Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, takes an opposite approach and supports stricter legislation and regulation that will reduce our national carbon footprint, reduce pollution, and invest in clean renewable sources of energy.
However it doesn’t end there for me with climate change. Your mom and I are also committed to doing everything we can to have a positive impact and reduce our own carbon footprints. We stay away from certain products at the grocery store, we don’t waste energy, we compost, we recycle, I take the bus to work as much as possible, and we plan to retrofit our next home with Elon Musk’s solar roof. There are certainly more things we can do, and we plan to continue to better ourselves in this respect. The issue is simply too important to us.
Next, I want common sense reform to our nation’s gun laws. Unfortunately it’s very difficult to have this conversation with people on the other side because all they hear is “You want to take my guns away? Hell no!” This is certainly not true. As I’ve said before, I have absolutely no problem with anyone owning a handgun, a hunting rifle, or a shotgun. Whether you want it for sport, or your own protection, I’m not against you in any way, assuming you purchased the gun legally, you went through a background check, and you’re trained to use it. I think California got it right by instituting a mandatory 30 day cooling off period when someone goes to buy a gun, and I would like to see that made into a national law. I want to end loophole laws allowing people to purchase guns without a background check when buying them at tradeshows, or from private sellers. Finally, I don’t think any civilian should be allowed to own a machine gun, assault rifle, high magazine clip, or any other military grade weapon. To quote Ronald Reagan, who was a Republican president for most of the 1980’s and is generally considered the patriarch of the modern conservative movement, “I do not believe in taking away the right of the citizen for sporting, for hunting and so forth, or for home defense. But I do believe that an AK-47, a machine gun, is not a sporting weapon or needed for defense of a home.”
Whenever you get into the conversation of gun control, people like to start throwing the Second Amendment of the U.S. constitution at you, which gives citizens the right to bear arms. I respect the Second Amendment, but love to point out that it wasn’t written for individuals, it was written for militias, at a time when every able-bodied man in this country (of any age) was required to enlist for service in a militia. Should you fail to do so, you would be imprisoned. Additionally, you were required to supply yourself with your own guns and ammunition. Also, the types of weapons that were available at that time were quite primitive compared to today. Does that sound like the world we live in today? I didn’t think so. Considering how much our world has changed since these laws were written, wouldn’t it make sense to revise them so they have more applicability to modern society?
Next you have women’s rights, including the right to have an abortion. Losing my dad at a relatively young age meant that through my most formative teenage years, I was under the care of a single mother. This experience forever shaped my respect for women, and it has never dithered. Now, as the father of two incredible little girls, my feelings towards equality for women are stronger than ever. It disgusts me that a woman doing the same job as me most likely gets paid 15-20% less that I do. For the life of me I cannot understand this, and honestly it angers me that in this presidential election, you have a woman who is likely the most qualified candidate of all time, fighting tooth and nail for the job against a man with literally no experience. I wouldn’t hire someone for a job as an assistant manager at a Cinnabon without any experience, yet I’m supposed to consider electing a man with no experience to the highest office in the world? It just doesn’t compute with me.
Regarding abortion, your mom and I are completely pro-choice. We have an implicit trust in the women of this country to make the right decisions about their body and their reproductive life. We don’t feel the government has any right to dictate to any woman what she can and cannot do with their own body. The other side will paint disgusting pictures related to this topic that play on your fear and your emotions, but they are not realistic, and ultimately I cannot condone any form of leadership that dictates such personal matters and decisions.
Now we’ve got minimum wage. The fact is that currently in many states throughout our country, you can work a full-time job (40 hours per week) at minimum wage, and still be in poverty. I feel there is something fundamentally wrong with this. I don’t care what type of job you’re doing either. If you’re working full-time then you’re contributing to the system, and you shouldn’t have to live in poverty. Consequently I support raising the minimum wage to a livable wage on a national level, and I’m most certainly willing to put my money where my mouth is in the form of increased taxes. As the old saying goes, a rising tide lifts all ships.
Another very important topic to me is education. Obviously I want all three of you to go to college someday and obtain a higher education like your mom and I did, but I don’t want you to graduate with an enormous debt that takes you decades to pay off. Something is inherently wrong with our upper level education system, but luckily there are already major universities like Stanford and Harvard that are instituting programs to make college more affordable for everyone. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think all education should be free, because I think you would value it much less if it were, but the cost structure needs to change. Plus, not everyone needs to go to a fancy school to get their education, and I’m a prime example of that. My bachelor’s degree came from Colorado Technical University Online. Ever heard of it? I didn’t think so, but that doesn’t matter, because it’s all about what you make of it and what you put into it. The simple fact is that if you want to further your education, and you’re willing to put in all the hard work, there should always be affordable options. Unfortunately I’ll be paying off my education for many more years to come.
Next up for me is LGBT (Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender) rights. Although I don’t personally associate myself with any of these groups, I feel it is awful that people who do can legally be treated differently in certain situations, than those who do not. The fact is that our world is continuing to change in many ways, and I want to be part of a society that celebrates people for their diversity, rather than shame or exclude them. I see this change as a form of progress. I want people to be able to marry whoever they choose, and identify themselves in a way that best suits them.
Another big one for me is reform to our drug laws. It’s hard to believe, but our country is full of prisons that are private, for-profit institutions. In other words, the more people they lock up, the more money they make. And what is the most common crime people are locked up for? Well, it’s drugs of course. For my entire lifetime, the country has fought the ‘War on Drugs’ and it’s a losing battle. We need to take the stigma away from drug addiction and accept the fact that it is a disease, but unlike many other diseases, this disease can be cured. We need to learn from the numerous countries around the world that have already dealt with this problem in a better way than ourselves. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying drugs are all good, or that they should all be legal – I fundamentally believe that most drugs are bad and certainly if any of you ever find yourself using drugs and I get wind of it, you can rest assured your mom and I will be getting involved right away. That said, the way we criminalize such activities makes no sense. There is also a racial component to our drug laws that is completely unfair to anyone without white skin. The whole thing disgusts me and I will always support candidates who promise to work towards reforming these draconian laws.
The final one is health care. Unfortunately the United States is the only major country in the world that does not guarantee health care to all of it’s citizens. This isn’t something that negatively affects our family because I am fortunate enough to have excellent private insurance through Microsoft, but it is a major problem for millions of Americans. In fact, it used to be a problem for us too. Neither your mom or I had health insurance for the first few years of our marriage because we didn’t have jobs that provided it, and we couldn’t afford the cost of private insurance. In the end, nothing bad ever happened to us, but it certainly could have. We actually had to get on an insurance plan provided by the state of California when we found out we were pregnant with Ava. I realize that the current situation with the Affordable Healthcare Act (aka ‘Obamacare’) has it’s flaws, but I will always be in support of candidates who work towards guaranteeing health care to every American, regardless of their age or financial status.
I’m sure I could dig up a few more issues if I had to, but I think you can see where I’m coming from. Let me be the first one to tell you that because I’m writing this letter in a publicly accessible place, there will certainly be people who read this and wholeheartedly disagree with me, but I can’t worry about that. It may even go further than that; I may receive nasty comments like your mother did recently when she did nothing more than post of photo of herself on Facebook wearing a Hillary Clinton t-shirt. She didn’t even say anything, and yet two family members (one from my side and one from hers) made negative comments towards her.
Obviously if anyone ever has something negative or hurtful to say to my wife (or any of you), rest assured that they will also be hearing from me, as they did. In the case of my cousin, the conversation that transpired turned out to be a very positive one that I felt was healthy in the end. We were quick to tell each other that we loved one another and there will be absolutely no issue moving forward. In the other case, we both expressed our frustration with the comment that was made, and made it clear (in a polite way) that we were offended. Your mom even went so far as to ask for an apology, which she still has not received and probably never will.
It’s unfortunate that things can turn out this way, and I’ve always been under the impression that family comes before politics and religion, but not everyone sees it that way. In the end, I want each of you to realize that it’s not really important what everyone thinks of you. In my younger years I was much too concerned with what everyone thought of me. I wanted to please everyone, but you know got the worst out of that? It was me of course. Because I was wasting too much energy worrying about what others thought of me, I ended up not putting enough energy into figuring out my own thoughts. Plus, in the end people can sense when you’re trying to play both sides of the fence and will ultimately lose respect for you. I’m not saying that today I don’t care about what anyone thinks of me, but I am saying that the opinions I truly care about come from a very select group of people, and they all know who they are. Obviously this includes the three of you.
Let me also be the first one to admit that for each point I just made, there is an intelligent counterpoint to be made against it. I have no problem with that, in fact I embrace it. As I’ve said many times, I will always be a proponent of diversity in thought, even when it most assuredly eventually comes from each one of you. It’s never going to be ‘my way or the highway’ with me, and I promise to always do my best to see things from your perspective. All I ask is that you do the same with me. Above all, I would encourage you to always respect and embrace the differences of opinion you will eventually encounter with those around you. Unless you plan on becoming a politician (which any of you certainly could do if you wanted), I would recommend not worrying about trying to change people’s minds or opinions, particularly on polarizing topics like the ones I just mentioned. Focus on yourself. Focus on being the best you that you can be. Focus on tolerance and respect for others. Focus on love and unity rather than separation. Focus on making positive change rather than ineffective complaints. Focus on the people and things that you love and respect the most.
I’m not preaching to you just to hear myself talk. Someday you can expect to hear all this stuff from me in person, but I feel that this is too important of a time in our lives for me to put this off for another time. Again, I never got to have these talks with my dad because he was gone before I would have been old enough to appreciate it or truly understand. It’s natural as a parent to want better for your children than what you had, and what I want most for each of you is to always feel that you have a deep understanding of who your mom and I truly are. Again, I could die tomorrow, but the lessons and stories that I want you to hear will always be there for each of you to fall back on. That’s why I take the time to write to you, and why I throw caution to the wind when I think about the fact that anyone can get such deep insight to my thoughts and feelings, knowing that they may potentially try to use them against me someday. Although I may not be lucky, there is no one in this world who is more fortunate than me. After all, here is the privilege I get to wake up to each morning.
Halloween 2016 was a wet one. I don’t think it stayed completely dry for any of our October festivities, and there were a lot of them. We visited our first pumpkin patch for the season on October 3rd with our friends Solana, Ronan and Finn. It was a wet confusing mess for us all because the patch itself was only partially open for the month. We made the most of it and spent the majority of our time at the giant sand pit playing with trucks and racing tricycles on the hay rack race track. It was a great way to kick off the short season. All on all we ended up visiting 4 different patches and going a total of 6 times.
Our 4th trip to the patch for the month was a field trip with the girls pre-school. Both classes met together for a combined tour of our favorite pumpkin patch/farm. We dropped off Enzo beforehand so he could hang out with some guy friends for the afternoon 🙂 This made it easier for me to get down and dirty with the girls and their classmates. We made corn kernel angles in the corn bin, jumped on a bouncy, went up and down the large hay slides, pet the bunnies and goats, watched a pig show and duck race, and had creamsicles with their classmates. We even got our own private tractor ride around the pumpkin fields so that each child could find his or her perfect pumpkin. It was a great afternoon, I really loved the special time I got to have with them both and I know they felt the same way because it was the only trip to the patch this season that they thanked me for, several times.
We kicked off Halloween weekend of Friday by decorating our little pumpkins from the girls field trip. Elise wanted a cat and Ava a fish. We ended up with Stinky the cat, a baby pumpkin with painted black ears, green eyes and whiskers, and Sticky the fish, a purple fish silhouette with glitter scales, lashed eyes and a small smile. Both girls were incredibly proud of their little creations and had a hard time just leaving it on the front porch. Elise wanted to carry hers all over the house and play with it.
That night was our annual neighborhood pumpkin carving party. Our party loving neighbors Cara and Jim host this every year and we have been lucky enough to join them for 2 years now. Michael unfortunately had to work late so I took the kids over solo. I didn’t bring a pumpkin for our family to carve because I knew it would be too much for to take on 3 kids and a jack o lantern at once. This was the primary reason I suggested making pumpkins earlier that day. Ava still managed carve one of her own thanks to the help of Jim and she was so happy with herself when we carried it home and lit it up. She would have slept with it had I allowed it. Elise as planned was happy to hang out in the garage with all the big kids and compliment everyone else’s creations while showing off hers from earlier. Meanwhile Enzo hung out in the kitchen, near the food and the adults and was happy to be eating and dragging around an old monster truck that he spotted as soon as we arrived. They all had a great time and love being at Jim and Cara’s parties. We did leave the party a little early because Michael was just getting home and the kids wanted to tell him all about their day plus we had a big day planned for Saturday.
The next morning we got up and got going right away with breakfast and clothes and all the morning rituals. Normally on Saturdays we all take our time waking up and relaxing together at various times in the living room. But today we had a birthday party to get to at the zoo and everyone was dressing up in costumes for the occasion. We were originally planning on dressing Enzo up as a politician this year, thinking that it would be funny with the up coming election but it never came together the way were envisioning it so he was Batman. Not a very original idea but he was still super cute in a little black cape. It worked out better in the long run anyway, because our original idea included a suit for him and it was so rainy and miserable out that he spent most of his time in the stroller where you couldn’t really see what he was wearing. It was only because he had on a very recognizable costume that anyone knew what he was. Elise was Zuma, her favorite dog from paw patrol (a Nickelodeon show). Ava was Judy Hopps from Zootopia. I dressed up as well although truthfully it was a pretty lame attempt, I was a lumber jack. We met the birthday boy, Ronan and family at the zoo entrance and together a big group of us took on the rain. We had already planned on meeting up with Madi and Kristy at the zoo on Halloween weekend for their pumpkin bash so we combined the two and it was a sloppy, wet success. We spent nearly 3 hours wandering from one covered exhibit to the next. It was raining pretty hard the whole time but not one single kid complained, not once. They were too busy running around with each other, checking out all the costumes and decorations and eating lots of treats. I was super impressed with how our family handled the situation. We did finally reach our breaking point, once the adults were cold and uncomfortable enough we decided to have Madi and Kristy come over for lunch and more pumpkin decorating.
I headed home with all of the kids while Michael and Kristy stopped off at the grocery store for fried chicken and pumpkins. After lunch we set up shop in the garage, turned on a heater, some music, and got everyone situated with their prospective pumpkins. The adults carved out a group pumpkin and all the kids painted theirs. By the time we were all finished with our pumpkins the weather had finally cleared up so we got out the scooters and bikes and raced up and down the cul-de-sac for a bit. It was a fun, festive day and we were all wiped out by 6:00, so we spent the rest of the night relaxing.
Sunday night we attempted another Halloween activity but it was a bust. The church closest to our neighborhood hosted a party that we thought was going to be a Truck or Treat, similar to what we had visited there last year. In previous years, they had a huge indoor area filled up with cars that were all decked out, on the trunk end, with their own themes. This year was much different. It was called, I spy, and it was like a pokemon style hunt for specific costumed characters. They gave everyone a pamphlet when you walked in with all of the characters that you were supposed to find and have sign off on your sheet. You won prizes for the most people found. Im sure it was a lot of fun for the older kids but our kids were not interested in standing in line to get someone’s autograph to then turn in for potential prizes. They wanted candy and they were not afraid to say so. We did have a good time wandering around and seeing all of the costumes but the kids were a little disappointed in the lack of treats. Not to worry though, they bounced back quickly, and we ended spending the rest of the night at home with some Halloween movies and treats.
On Monday I had intended to take the kids to a pumpkin patch one last time but it was raining yet again and after the soggy weekend I just didn’t have it in me. The forecast for Monday evening was supposed to be light to no rain so I decided that I would take the kids to Mill Creek Town Center for a little pre-trick or treating before meeting up with Michael at home around 5:30 to head out in our neighborhood. We got to town center right when it started, because in our experience early to kids functions is always better. We hit our first store at 4:20, even though it wasn’t supposed to start until 4:30. We took our time walking our usual route through most of Main Street. The kids had a lot of fun seeing a place that we visit so frequently (this is where they have pre-school) so full of people, decorations, firemen and police! Its no surprise that they had the most fun doing some actual trick or treating and filling up their plastic pumpkins with candy! It took us about an hour to walk the length of Main Street, we stopped for a few candy breaks and one bathroom break but we also took our time walking slowly and chatting with kids and adults around us. The girls made sure to visit every store that was open and they stopped a few times along the way to say hi to other kids that liked their costumes or vice versa. Ava was loving all the attention and at one point turned to me with a huge smile and said “They all know me Mommy, I’m famous”, to be fair they knew who she was dressed up as, they did not recognize her. Elise got a kick out of all the other paw patrol costumes and would run up to a little kiddo dressed as Chase or Marshall and scream a version of “Im Zuma! Paw Patrol to the rescue”, It was hilarious and adorable.
By the time we were heading out, Town Center was packed full with families and just as we were packing up into the van the rain started to come down hard. We barely missed it. It was a very light drizzle for our walk along Main Street but by the time we got home you could say it was pouring. We came home and the kids had some dinner and once Michael got home we all bundled back up for some neighborhood trick or treating. Several of our neighbors round up their kids and head out in a large group for the night but most of their kids are quite a bit older than ours and they are a lot faster than we are so we were only able to keep up with them for a few house before we broke off one our own. Ava was pretty upset at first because she wanted to be “with our team”, but after we explained that Enzo wanted to walk door to door with both of the girls she conceded. It rained on us, pretty heavily for our entire trip around the neighborhood. We only visited about 15 houses but the kids were able to once again fill up their pumpkins with candy and they were more than happy to come home when Michael and I suggested it.
There wasn’t much time left in the night once we finished up trick or treating but we did manage to get in a Skype call with Rita for her birthday and then everyone headed off to their beds to either sleep or read. It was a rough morning on Tuesday for all 3 of the kids and I was definitely expecting it. They were all tired from the long fun fill weekend! I helped ease the kids out of the post Halloween blues by reminding them of all the great things to come in the month of November. Now we have officially switched gears and our focus is on Thanksgiving and Ava’s 5th birthday. We’ve got plans to spend both occasions with family and it is sure to be the topic of many conversations over the next 3 weeks. Now if we could only get a few days without any rain!
It was nine years ago this month that Jessica and I started dating. I remember meeting her for the first time the day before my 27th birthday (July 29, 2007), at an 80’s Prom themed party she and her roommates (whom I was friends with) were throwing. My Uncle Bob had come to stay with me at my apartment in Lower Queen Anne for my birthday weekend, and after having a nice steak dinner on the rooftop of my building, we walked up Queen Anne hill and ended up being the first guests to arrive at the party. Walking all that way probably wasn’t be best idea because Bob was basically dead and ended up sitting in a chair the entire time. The party was still great though, and obviously turned into a life changing night for me. Not because I spent much time with Jessica that night (we only briefly spoke to each other) but because of how things would turn out in the near future.
The next night, Bob and several friends of mine joined me for my birthday dinner at Tavolata in Belltown. We had a big private table upstairs, and to my surprise, Jessica showed up, along with her roommates Julianne and Penny. I had know Julianne for years because she was my best friend Spencer’s girlfriend. They used to come watch my band practice in Ballard, then we would all take a break and go out to a German place called The People’s Pub for beer, fried pickles, and schnitzel. Afterwards we would all go back to the practice space and play songs well into the night. Those were great times, and I really can’t describe how much I miss Spencer (he tragically drowned in Lake Washington while trying to save someone in July, 2006). Other than losing my Dad when I was 14, losing Spencer was one of the toughest things I’ve ever experienced.
After seeing Jessica those first two nights in a row, it seemed like after that I would run into her all the time when I was out in Seattle. At that time I was working as a server at El Gaucho’s sister restaurant, Waterfront Seafood Grill (it has since been renamed ‘Aqua by El Gaucho’) on Pier 70. I remember that being one of the busiest summers ever. People were throwing money around left and right, and we were right there to scoop it up. Obviously we had no idea what kind of financial crisis was looming just around the corner, but for that summer everything seemed to be on the up-and-up. I used to get off work and go out with friends for a drink most nights, and my usual hangout spot was the Queen City Grill. Jessica and her girlfriends would often be out on the weekends and it seemed like we were always bumping into each other. It didn’t take long before I started forming an interest in her, but truth be told, I was still recovering from a bad breakup the year before and didn’t feel like I was quite ready to jump into another serious relationship. I was having fun, enjoying my life as a bachelor, but always enjoyed our random run-in’s.
Things changed for good in October though. I had made plans with Julianne and her brother to go to an Interpol concert at the WaMu Theater (Washington Mutual was another casualty of the financial meltdown a year later). Apparently, as Jessica told me years later, Julianne had written something like ‘Interpol concert w/ MP’ on the kitchen calendar at the BGH (Big Green House) and Jessica saw it. Turns out my feelings for her were mutual, because once she saw what was going on, she decided to tag along. Long story short, after that night we were basically inseparable. A couple months into our relationship I did something dumb – I broke up with her. There was no specific reason other than I wasn’t sure that I was ready to give up my bachelor lifestyle and get back into a serious relationship. I had already been burned a couple times in the past and wasn’t sure if I was ready to go through something like that again. Luckily for me, Jessica was having none of it. We had already made plans (and purchased tickets) to visit her Mom and Tom in Colorado for a snowboarding trip, so Jessica convinced me just to go on that trip and then decide what I want to do. As I’ve said many times, it was on that trip that I truly fell in love with her, and I guess the rest is history.
Since then I’ve always felt incredibly lucky to have her. Not only because of the beautiful family we’ve created, but because of how like-minded we are. In the nine years we’ve been together, I can honestly count on one hand the number of times we’ve been in a real fight. Jessica is her own person with her own ideas and opinions, and I love the fact that she never changed who she was in order to gel more with me. Luckily that wasn’t even necessary because we’ve always had so much in common. Doesn’t matter what we’re talking about: family, politics, religion, etc. We always seem to be on the same page without even trying, and our viewpoints tend to compliment each other.
Lately we’ve seen several of our friends going through difficult divorces and I can’t tell you how comforting it is to know that this will never be our reality. There are only a few things either of us could possibly do to jeopardize our marriage, but neither of us is dumb enough to ever do any of them, so I think we’re good. The truth is, although we’ve never had a rocky relationship, we went through our toughest times early on, and today our bond is stronger than ever. Whether it was my uncertainty early on about not being ready for a serious relationship, or when we lived in San Diego shortly after getting married and were so poor we often weren’t sure if we could afford to put gas in the car, we’ve always come together as a team (without ever asking anyone for help) and gotten through every obstacle in stride.
Obviously we are not ignorant to the fact that there will always be new challenges to face in the future (like raising teenagers), but I have zero doubts in our ability to conquer anything we encounter. Call it sappy, call it corny, call it anything you want, but she’s not just my wife – she truly is my best friend, she is the love of my life, and I couldn’t imagine spending it without her.
In other family news, last weekend Jessica and I dropped the kids off with Kristy and Madi for a sleepover, then went to a glass blowing studio in Georgetown to make our first pieces. It was actually a Christmas gift from Kristy last year (and a very generous one at that) but for some reason we hadn’t made time for it until now. I have to admit it was so much fun, but I never knew until that day that when people say “blowing glass” they literally mean blowing air into the hot glass to make visual shapes and patterns. I never took it that literally, so that was a surprise.
When we arrived, we were looking in the window at their displays to get an idea of what we would each like to make. They had a beautiful collection of colorful glass pumpkins, but for some reason when I saw them I thought they were tomatoes. I said to Jessica “Look at all these colorful tomatoes! They look like heirlooms.” She starts laughing and says “Honey those aren’t tomatoes, they’re pumpkins.” I’m looking at them going, “I don’t know, they look like tomatoes to me.” Then she says “Michael, read the sign above them. It says pumpkins.” I couldn’t argue with that, but nevertheless, I decided to make what I’m calling a Tomumpkin. It’s the shape of a pumpkin, but with the colors of a tomato. Jessica ended up making a beautiful Christmas ornament, and we’ll actually be picking them up this week. Can’t wait to see how my Tomumpkin turned out!
Later that night Jess and I went out to dinner and had a very nice time. Although it’s certainly nice getting a little break from time to time, there is no doubt that the house feels especially quiet and empty when the kids are gone. Too much so in my opinion, and even more so now that Bella is gone. As usual, the kids had a great time staying the night with Kristy and Madi. The girls look up to Madi so much, so we greatly appreciate them having us over. The following morning we arrived just in time to hang out and watch the Seahawks beat the Jets on the road. After the game everyone was exhausted, so we proceeded to have a nice relaxing afternoon/evening at home.
Before I go I quickly want to write about our new favorite family hobby – painting rocks! Basically what we do is find (or purchase) rocks, paint them however we please, then go to public places like Mill Creek Town Center, and ‘hide’ them. I say hide in quotes because we put them in places where they are meant to be found by other little rock hunters. This is turning into a local phenomenon that is receiving tons of local (and even some national) attention. If you go on Facebook and search for #BothellRocks or #MillCreekRocks you’ll see what I mean. Most rocks contain a message on the back with one of the aforementioned hashtags, as well as instructions to keep or hide, and to please post on Facebook, so people can see where their rocks end up. The kids love the entire experience of painting, hiding, and finding rocks.
Yesterday morning we all went to Mill Creek Town Center for a rock hunting adventure and saw several other families doing the same thing. We found at least 6 rocks, which Jessica said was a record. The kids now have their own rock bags, which are Crown Royal bags that Jessica decorated with various craft supplies. Earlier this week I painted my first rock, which had a music theme (shocking I know), and then I hid it yesterday while we were out. Normally Jessica and the kids do this kind of thing on the weekdays while I’m at work, so it was fun for me to be able to join them. I made sure to set a good example for the kids by picking up any trash I found while we were out. We met another family during our adventure and the girls took great pride in giving their son his first painted rock. Jessica was also kind enough to give him one of our spare bags to carry it in. It feels good to do nice things for people, even complete strangers, and I’m glad to see the kids picking up on that at such an early age.
Last night our plans were to pick up a pizza and watch the second presidential debate. I called one of our favorite pizza places up the street for a pickup, and as I was getting ready to leave, Ava asked me if she could come along. Elise was napping and Enzo was busy eating (shocking) so I said yes. She brought one of the recent rocks she had found, which was painted to look like a piece of candy corn, with the intention of hiding it near the pizza place. We got there, hid our rock near a tree, and went in to get our pizza, only to find out that I had mistakenly called (and ordered from) their sister restaurant in downtown Everett, which was 15-20 minutes away. I called them and initially asked if I could cancel my order, so the girl on the phone said she had to ask her manager. When she came back on the phone she said “Yeah, I guess there is nothing we can do, so you can cancel it.” I instantly felt bad and said “No, that’s okay, we’ll come and get it.” She told me that wasn’t necessary, but I said it was my fault, not hers, and we wouldn’t do that to them.
So Ava and I continued our adventure. I told her on the way there that I was going to give her a special job when we got to the pizza place, which would be to hold the van keys while we go in to get our pizza. She did exactly as I told her, then on the way back I showed her the birth center where Enzo was born, which she got a big kick out of. Later that night during bedtime we talked about our favorite parts of the day, which is one of our favorite new traditions. I expected her to say her favorite part was rock hunting, taking a bath, or perhaps playing with playdoh with Elise, Enzo, and myself that afternoon. To my surprise, however, her favorite part of the day was holding the keys for me when we went in to get our pizza. I saw a lot of significance in this because we’d had a very fun day, but Ava thrives so much on helping out and accomplishing tasks, that holding the keys for me outshined all of the fun activities she’d had throughout the day. It’s little moments like that that give you some insight as to the type of person she will someday grow into. I’m so proud of her.
The kids are getting excited for Halloween (Ava will be Officer Judy Hops from the movie Zootopia, Elise will be Zumba from her favorite show Paw Patrol, and Enzo is going to be a politician with crazy hair and flyers to hand out that say “Vote for Zo”). Then of course we’ve got the holidays, as well as our trip to Iowa, to look forward to. Here’s a few recent pics.
As far as I’m concerned Summer 2016 is over. Football is back, the leaves are starting to turn, and we had another epic Labor Day weekend, so bring on the sweaters and crockpots, the haloween costumes and holiday plans – we’re back to business baby! We definitely ended Summer on a bang by spending the holiday weekend with our good friends the O’Hair’s (Josh, Solana, Ronan, and Finn) at Josh’s family cabin on Hood’s Head Island in Hood Canal, WA.
Door to door from our house, it’s less than 2 hours away, but you have to take the Kingston ferry from Edmonds, drive through this very picturesque little town called Port Gamble, then across the Hood Canal bridge (which is one of the biggest bridges in the state), take a right on Paradise Bay Road, then another right on Seven Sisters Road (which is this super long dirt road with tons of private driveways leading off of it) and park at the very end in a dirt lot near the water. Finally, you have to take a boat ride about 200 yards across a little bay, and then finally you will find yourself on Hood’s Head Island.
Hood’s Head is totally off the grid, meaning you use generators for power, you use wells for running water in the cabin, and you use outhouses for, you know, your business. There are some really impressive cabins out there. This particular cabin has been in Josh’s family for about 60 years and has grown from a small single room to a pretty decent sized abode, which included a wood stove in the living room (totally reminded me of my Nana and Papa’s place growing up), a kitchen, two bedrooms (ours was upstairs), and a nice covered back patio. The best part, however, was the fact that you’re only a couple hundred feet from the water. There’s so many trees that you can’t really see the cabin from the water, but it’s right there.
By far the strangest part about everything was the fact that this wasn’t the first time Jessica and I have been to Hood’s Head Island. We ended up there for a 4th of July party with a bunch of friends back in 2009. If you remember our wedding invitation, there were a bunch of square photos that made up a collage; well two of those photos in the top-right corner were of this really cool dragon made of driftwood that I had taken that night around sunset. I remember having so much fun that night – there was a full band playing up in a treehouse, Jess and I had fun swinging on a rope swing, and I got the most epic photos of a fireworks show gone wrong when everything exploded on the beach.
Fast forward 7 years and there we are, back on that island, visiting the same dragon, except this time with all 3 of our kids. It kinda felt like we had come full-circle. We spent our time collecting shells, sand dollars, and fresh oysters on the beach, taking walks around the island, and watching the kids splash around in the water. It was just a two-night stay, but that was enough – you get the full cabin-life experience, then still get home in time to enjoy the final day-and-a-half of the long holiday weekend.
I made spaghetti at home ahead of time, so we all had that for dinner on our first night, but the second night was what really stood out to me. Basically we had dinner right there on the beach, and it was totally my kind of dinner – a shellfish extravaganza! Fresh dungeness and red rock crabs caught in the pots we had set the previous night, approximately 3 dozen fresh oysters from our beach, grilled salmon with butter, and ice cold cans of Coors Light. It was epic – definitely the highlight of my Summer (which makes sense since I tend to associate memories and good times with food).
We didn’t have crab crackers so I went caveman style and just used a big rock to crack the shells. Josh had a preparation that I must admit I’d never seen before. Normally what I’m used to is putting the live crab in a pot of boiling water, then cleaning it after you’ve cooked it. This approach is great when you’re in a kitchen with running water, but it’s not so easy to clean a cooked (and very hot) crab on the beach, so he took a different approach – he would kill and clean them right there in the shore water, then cook them in the boiling water. The benefit to this approach is that once you pull it out of the water it’s ready to serve, which is much more conducive to dining on the beach.
At first I was a little shocked to see him cleaning the crabs alive, but I was fine with it and decided to make the kids watch so they’d get a little lesson about the circle of life. They understood that we caught those crabs in the water (legally too because Josh has a shellfish license and the season was still open), we let the females go from our pots so they could reproduce and only kept the males; and that was our dinner. I don’t know how much of that really sunk in but it seemed like an appropriate lesson at the time.
As an oyster lover, I was once again impressed with Josh. Some of the oysters we collected were pretty large and would be very difficult to shuck when they’re raw, so he would pull about a half-dozen at a time out from our bucket in the water, and would just quickly grill them on both sides (I forgot to mention that they have a gas grill next to the boathouse, which is very near the shore). So anyway he would very quickly grill the oysters on both sides, which would just barely pop them open, then we could easily shuck and eat them. The consistency of the oyster was perfect; it was warm but not cooked through, so the four of us adults would just stand there at the water’s edge eating these fresh oysters with a dash of hot sauce, then throw the spent shells back into the water. I learned (from Josh of course) that new oysters will grow in these spent shells, so there was another sense of this whole give/take relationship with the sea. I have to give their oldest son Ronin a lot of credit too because he ate a couple of oysters himself – something none of the other kids were willing to try. Even before I ate one I had no doubts about the quality of these oysters. Just a couple hundred yards down at the end of the bay was a private oyster farm, so there was no reason to think that ours would be any different than theirs (and of course they weren’t). Just to give you a sense of how many oysters there were, when the tide goes out there are so many of them you can’t really even see the ground beneath them. There are literally millions of them, everywhere you look. It was just incredible.
By the time Sunday morning came around I think everyone was ready to head home. I was definitely looking forward to a long hot shower, and a good night’s sleep in my own bed. Since there were 9 of us (4 adults, 5 kids) staying in the cabin, we obviously had a lot of stuff with us. So much so that it took us 3 boat trips across the bay to get all our stuff (and people) into the cabin. We had so much stuff that I just sat there waiting on the beach with everything while Josh shuttled everyone across the bay. People walking by were asking me if we were staying for a month, and got quite a kick from my response of “two days actually”.
The morning we left it was so foggy that when Josh and I started taking stuff across the bay to load into the van, you couldn’t even see the other side (remember it’s only about 200 yards across). This time we had a bit of a problem though because his old outboard motor was acting up. We got about halfway across on our first trip and the motor decided to die. So here we are floating out in the middle of this bay in super thick fog, Josh is trying his best to start the motor but with no luck, and we can’t really see anything. Jessica and the kids were back on the beach by the cabin but they couldn’t see us, so let’s just say Michael had to row the boat ashore. I tell you what, rowing is not the easiest thing to do with a Sunday morning hangover (I forgot to mention we enjoyed a very nice bottle of Anejo Tequila with our shellfish extravaganza the night before). By the time we reached shore I was starting to get the hang of it, but it was a bit humbling at first.
He eventually got the motor running again, but mysteriously it always seemed to crap out when I was in the boat. That’s okay, I got more practice with my rowing. Although it took 3 boat trips on the way in, for some reason it took 4 on the way out, even though we (presumably) had less stuff (food specifically). By the time both vans were loaded, the boat was locked up in the slip, and everyone was buckled into their carseat, I was exhausted. We lucked out on the way home though and got right on the ferry as it was preparing to head back towards Edmonds. It was definitely an epic couple of days that we won’t soon forget. Big thanks to Solana and Josh for having us out; I hope we can do it again.
A few days before the big weekend I received the good news that I had been promoted at work. I’m now a Software Engineer II at Microsoft, which is kind of hard to believe, but nevertheless is something that I’m very proud of. I didn’t even know that my manager had submitted me for a promotion, so getting the news that he submitted me, and that upper-level management had approved it after I’d only been there about 16 months (at the time) was very humbling. Normally the promotion schedule for people around my level is every 2 years, so to have been approved at 16 months, and then actually received it at 18 months was really cool. We went out to our favorite Mexican restaurant that night to celebrate, but the best part of the whole experience was getting home from work that day and being greeted by Ava and Elise (who looked so pretty in their dresses) saying “Congratulations Daddy, we’re so proud of you!” That was very special.
Although I had a new sense of pride going into work the following day, this isn’t something that I’m dwelling on. It’s nice to take a moment to reflect when something like this happens, but I’m already thinking about what’s next. One thing I love about this industry is that there is always room to learn and grow, and one thing I love about Microsoft is that you will always be rewarded for your growth. I’m working with my manager on improving my technical breadth, technical depth in certain areas, leadership, communication, etc. He knows what my goals are and is obviously committed to helping me achieve them. I definitely feel lucky to have landed where I have at Microsoft and intend to be there for the long-term.
Earlier this week I got to have a surprise lunch with my friend Garth, who was my first mentor at Amazon back in early 2013. He’s actually the person who interviewed me over the phone when we were living in San Diego, which means he basically gave me my first opportunity with Amazon. We were teammates for a couple years before he left to take a Senior Software Engineer role at Disney. He was on Microsoft campus this week for a special ‘Hackathon’ event being sponsored by Microsoft and Disney, so we got to catch up over lunch on Tuesday. We’re about the same age, married with kids (although he’s got me beat with 5), and we’ve always gotten along great since the first time we met. It was nice sharing what I’ve been up to at Microsoft and hearing about all the big things he’s got going on, including special recognition for a room availability website he put together internally at the Disney offices in Downtown Seattle that uses motion detectors in meeting rooms to collect data on their usage, then reports it to their space planning staff. He’ll be receiving an award at a private Disney conference in Burbank, then will be speaking at a big public NodeJS conference in Nashville in the coming months. I’m proud of him and everything he’s done, so it was great to catch up.
The day before yesterday was the first day of preschool for Ava and Elise, so I worked from home in order to be able to take them to and from. Although Ava already started going to preschool back in January, it was still surreal (and a bit emotional) to see her and Elise going in for their first day together. They go to the same school on the same days (Tuesday and Thursday) but at different times of day, meaning Enzo gets some quality time with each of them on those days while the other is at school. As expected they both had a great first day and were excited to show me what they had made. Elise made a paper with her hand prints and when Ava saw it she said “Oh did you make that for me Elise?” and Elise replied “No I made it for Daddy.”
Although Jessica didn’t work a ton during the Summer (because that’s their slow season), things are picking up now and she’s going to be working more frequently through the end of the year. Things are also picking back up for me at work after a slow August (when practically everyone is out on vacation), hence the title of this post. We’re already thinking about our next house, and have set some big goals for ourselves, so it’s back to the grindstone for us.
This evening we’ll be taking the kids to a fund-raising event being thrown by some relatives on Jessica’s side. There will be a pumpkin patch, corn maze, and I think even pony rides, so it should be a lot of fun for them. Then I can’t wait to watch the Seahawks play the Dolphins in the season opener tomorrow afternoon. It’s been a good summer. Bring on the photos!
Our wedding invitation – notice the dragon in the top-right corner
Here’s a few photos from our first visit to Hood’s Head Island – July 4, 2009
Best shot ever! This was not supposed to happen…
Visiting the dragon with the kids
Every time Ava came to shore her boots would be overflowing with water
Ahoy matey! Straight ahead!
This photo describes our girls perfectly. One is cautious and stays at the edge of harm’s way, while the other forges ahead throwing care to the wind. I love them both beyond words.
The kids! Left to right: Ronan, Ava, Elise, Enzo, and Finn
Hanging our on our little private beach. That’s the boathouse behind them.
Ready to go home on Sunday morning
Hanging out with the kiddos
Returning from one of my sherpa trips with Josh. The fog had cleared by then.
See you next time, Hood’s Head Island!
Ava getting her hair done before the first day of school
Although it took a while for the weather to fully kick in this year, we’re still having a summer to remember. The biggest thing we’ve done since my last post was attend the Pellegrini-Giuntoli family reunion at Wilcox park in Lynnwood. There were people there that I haven’t seen since our last family reunion in Lakebay, which was about 30 years ago. Obviously it was really cool to see how everyone has turned out. My sister Lora traveled from New Hampshire to be there, my Mom flew in from Vegas and stayed the weekend with us, and our cousin Bob and his family came all the way from China! We also had plenty of people driving from Aberdeen, Eastern Washington, and Idaho in order to be there, so it was really special to have everyone together.
The most important thing about the party was that my Aunt Norma, who recently turned 90 and is most certainly the matriarch of the family, was there with us. It wouldn’t have been complete without her. I hadn’t seen Lora since our Grandma Gigi’s funeral, which was about 12 years ago, so she had never even met Jessica, let alone met any of our kids. We ended up spending time with her (and Dana of course) on 3 consecutive days. I honestly think that was the first time in my life that my two sisters and I spent time together 3 days in a row. I guess that may have happened before when I was little, but it’s certainly the first time I can remember. It was such a nice visit and seemed to rekindle our relationship, in fact just this morning we did a Skype call with Lora and her 3 kids: Carl, Megan, and Evan. I really hope we can stay in regular contact with them, and I look forward to showing Evan, who is about to turn 15 and recently started playing guitar, my collection of guitars, amplifiers, and effects. I’m sure he would get a kick out of it, or at least he’d probably humor me and listen to me blabber on about my gear.
We wanted to get together with Dana, Brad, and Lora before the family reunion, which was on a Saturday, so on that Friday night the 3 of them came over and joined us for dinner at our house. We had first considered going out to a restaurant, but Jessica and I didn’t think that would be best for the kids. We felt better about having everyone over to our house so we could take our time, and Lora could see the kids in their own environment. Plus I wanted to cook a special meal.
I felt like the most obvious dish to make that night would be Cioppino, which was our Dad’s favorite thing to make for special occasions. If you’re not familiar with the dish, it’s a seafood stew in a light tomato broth that originated in San Francisco. It’s normally made with a variety of fresh shellfish and served with toasted sourdough, which is perfect for dipping in the broth. I made it this time with fresh dungeness crab, scallops, clams, and pacific rockfish, plus a variety of minced veggies. I was very happy with how it turned out and everyone seemed to enjoy, so that was great. We ended up hanging out and chatting for quite a while, so it was a perfect way to start off the weekend.
All this talk about food just reminded me of Enzo’s new Instagram page. Basically Jessica was showing Dana and Lora a bunch of photos she had taken of him eating, and they were pretty funny, so one of them said “You’ve got to put together a photo collage of Enzo eating.” After thinking about it, she decided it would be a cute idea for an Instagram page, so she created “Eat with Enzo” (just search for #EatWithEnzo). There’s no question that eating is his favorite thing to do these days, so hopefully this will be a good place to capture him doing what he loves most.
We were hoping for beautiful weather the day of the reunion but had to settle for mid 60’s and cloudy. It may have been a blessing in disguise though because we weren’t able to secure a rental on one of the park’s covered areas, meaning we just set up a bunch of tables and chairs in the park and had our party, but had it been a hot sunny day it certainly would have been uncomfortable. Catching up with cousins I hadn’t seen in so long was really nice, and we ended up exchanging numbers with several people. Hopefully we can stay in better touch now. As expected, the kids were a big hit at the party, and I was so proud of how they conducted themselves the whole day. We were out there for quite a while, and there was no time for rest, but they all powered through and had a great time.
In addition to the family reunion, we got together with Kristy a couple times recently. On the night of my birthday we met up with her and a friend to watch the Seafair Torchlight Parade in Seattle, then exactly two weeks later we celebrated her birthday by going swimming at Jim & Brenda’s place, then having lunch and watching the first Seahawks preseason game. We’re getting together with her and Madi again next weekend so that should be fun.
Jessica and I have been enjoying watching the Olympics this summer. I totally remember writing a post during the last Summer Olympics (when we were living in California with just baby Ava and the dogs) and saying that we would be going to the Rio Olympics in 2016. Obviously that didn’t happen, but we’ve got 2 more beautiful babies instead, so I think we’ll take that. I’m actually glad we didn’t go, considering everything I’m hearing in the news about the conditions in Rio. They’re coming off pretty 2nd world at best.
One of the sports podcasts I listen to was recently trashing on the Olympics saying that they’re sports for non-sports fans, and that real sports fans don’t like the Olympics. They went on to hypothesize that people watch the Olympics more for the stories about the athletes than they do for the actual competition. I couldn’t disagree more, and I am a true sports fan, but I totally enjoy watching the Olympics and would never consider the two to be mutually exclusive. Although I do enjoy some of the stories, the competition is still easily my favorite part. Some of the finishes in the swimming races we were watching last week had me jumping off the couch and yelling like a lunatic… with a bum foot too! And don’t get me started on the sprinting in Track and Field. That said, I was bummed last night after watching the recent HBO Real Sports episode on the IOC (International Olympic Committee). Basically the level of corruption behind the Olympics is disgusting and can only be rivaled by FIFA, so you know it’s bad. It’s not the athlete’s fault though, so I’ll continue to enjoy the competition (and the occasional heart warming story).
Speaking of a bum foot, after wearing it for 3 weeks after my skateboarding accident, yesterday was my first day out of the protective boot. I was supposed to get new X-rays that morning but they had to reschedule my appointment. I decided to stick to the schedule though by not wearing the boot to work that day and everything was totally fine. Then today we decided to get out and enjoy the hot sunny weather by going on a family hike over on Lord Hill. We ended up going about 4 miles through the forest and I had no problems, even though I carried Enzo on my back for 90% of it.
Although there is no more pain in my big toe, unfortunately I’m unable to really bend the front joint, which is the one that had both fractures. It’s funny because on my right foot (the one that has never been injured) I can easily ball up all my toes and make the foot’s equivalent of a fist. Not so much on my left foot though. I had already broken a toe on my left foot a few years ago, and now this whole ordeal, so let’s just say that when I try to do the same thing with my left foot, the range of motion is embarrassingly less. It’s so weird because I’m looking at my toe and I’m telling it to bend, but it’s just not listening. It really doesn’t matter though, and I honestly have nothing to complain about. In fact, I’m ‘all in’ with that scrunching up of the toes move as being the most useless movement the human body can make. I’m open for debate though so leave a comment if you’ve got something better 🙂
Obviously we’re still in the middle of a presidential election, and although I’ve shared my feelings here in the past, I’ve been doing my best to save that stuff for in-person conversations only. I try to keep from sharing too much on social media, and I figure there’s no reason to double down on my feelings here in the blog. Things are playing out pretty much as I expected, meaning Bernie didn’t get the democratic nomination (although I must admit I was somewhat ignorant to the rigging of the system that assured his demise), and Trump, who I always knew would get the republican nomination, appears to be self-imploding.
It’s tough because I listen to a lot of political podcasts from a variety of sources, I’ve put effort into forming my own opinions, and I enjoy talking politics (particularly with Jessica) more now than ever, but ultimately I don’t feel that this is the right place for me to spout off on all that stuff. I guess that’s all based in having respect for you, the reader, who may or may not agree with me, but either way isn’t coming here for political commentary. You’re coming here because you care about our family, and I appreciate that, so it wouldn’t be right for me to force my views down anyone’s throat, even though they are quite centrist I must say… There’s a bit of a fine line here though, because I want my kids to read all this stuff some day and have a good solid understanding of who we are as people, what our principles and priorities are, etc., but there’s a way to get all that stuff across without being forceful about it. It’s a fact of life that not everyone you’re close to is always going to agree with you politically and religiously, but I always fall back on the mindset that differences of opinion and perspective are a catalyst for strength, not weakness or individualism. Plus, to put it more succinctly, family will always come before politics.
We’ve been seeing some good live music this summer and tomorrow will certainly add to that. This will be our 3rd (and final) Zoo Tunes show of the year. We’re seeing a couple old geezers by the names of Jeff Beck and Buddy Guy. As a guitar fan, and an aficionado of playing the blues, seeing these two guys will be a major bucket list moment for me. We’re going with my friend/co-worker Chad and his wife Renee, who are expecting their first child (a boy) in October. We’ll be bringing the girls with us while Enzo stays with a friend. A couple weeks ago we went to a Zoo Tunes show with our friends the Palmer’s and saw my two favorite reggae groups: Steel Pulse, and Ziggy Marley. That was a great time, so I’m sure tomorrow will be a lot of fun as well.
In a couple weeks we’ll be celebrating Labor Day by roughing it with our friends the O’Hair’s at their cabin in Hood Canal. I say roughing it because the only form of power is an old generator, and the ‘facilities’ are basically just an outhouse. A far cry from last year’s Labor Day, when we stayed in Amy and Tom’s bus in Lake Chelan for the weekend. I’m sure it will be fun though; we’re only there for two nights and our days will be spent playing on the beach, setting crab pots, and probably putting back a few Coors Lights. I think I’m going to bring my acoustic guitar too.
Ava’s 5th birthday falls on Black Friday this year, which is funny because she was born on Black Friday. I’ll certainly never forget that Thanksgiving, even though it was just the two of us at our beach house in P.B. and we didn’t even make a turkey. We’re going to do Thanksgiving this year over at Kristy’s with her and Maid, plus Uncle Jim and Aunt Brenda, then do Ava’s birthday party that Sunday after Amy and Tom arrive. Then of course we’ve got Iowa to look forward to this Christmas.
Alright enough of my blabbering. I know you’re just here for the recent photos anyway, so here you go. Thanks for checking in on us!
Enjoying our hike on Lord Hill this afternoon
Love these girls
Ready for Daddy’s birthday dinner
Our little helpers
I guess Enzo likes birds
Ava in her happy place
My beautiful little girl is getting big
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Elise doing her best lion impression. Love that mane Weese.
Before I get to the story of what happened last night, I first want to wish my sister Lora a happy birthday, and wish our sweet little Enzo a happy 18 months! He’s officially a year and a half old now and couldn’t be doing better. We had a bit of a close call last night, which I’ll get to in a second, but he’s totally fine. Lora, whom I haven’t seen since our Grandmother Gigi’s funeral 12 years ago, will be in town next week for our family reunion, so it will be great to introduce her to Jessica and the kids.
I also want to give my love to my Uncle Jim, who had neck surgery on Tuesday. I’ve been speaking to Brenda and Kristy via text messages and they said he’s doing really well. He went home from the hospital last night and I’m looking forward to talking to him this weekend. I’m just thankful that he got it done and everything went well.
Okay, so last night started off no different than most other recent nights when Jessica has to work. Since the weather is so nice, the kids and I go out to the cul-de-sac to ‘scoot ‘n skate’ after work. The girls ride their scooters and I ride my longboard skateboard while holding Enzo. If you’ve been to our house then you know that we live on a basically flat street. There is a very slight decline coming down the street towards the cul-de-sac, so we ride about half-way up the street, turn around, and ride back to (and around) the cul-de-sac. Enzo loves riding with me and gets very upset if I make a run without him. Of course I always make sure he’s wearing a helmet when we take a ride.
The day before, which was Tuesday, our next-door neighbor Marcus turned 9 years old and received a motorized scooter for his birthday. On an unrelated sidenote, that day was also the 10 year anniversary of my best friend Spencer drowning in Lake Washington. Obviously he was on my mind a lot that day.
Marcus has been out on the street riding his new scooter as much as possible, so when he saw the kids and I outside riding, he came out to join us. We all rode up and down the street a couple times, then the girls went to draw on the sidewalk in front of our house with chalk. I think Ava was a bit upset with me because she wanted to ride with me on the skateboard, but I was still holding Enzo. I figured I’d get her for the next run and started heading back up the street. As I was on my way I noticed Marcus coming up behind me to do a run with Enzo and I.
Now here’s where it gets weird. I can’t explain this at all, but I absolutely promise this is true; as I was turning around to head back down towards the cul-de-sac I felt a strange sensation that something was wrong, and I knew Marcus was going to crash into us. I specifically remember saying to myself before making the run “Don’t crash into us down there Marcus.” It’s not like this was the first time I’ve been out there with him either, and nothing like this had happened before, but in some very strange way that I cannot explain, I knew we were about to crash a full 10-15 seconds before it happened. Why I didn’t listen to this strange instinctual feeling is beyond me though, so I headed down the street for another run. I’m not trying to sound weird by saying this, and I don’t even know how to explain it, but I definitely sensed it before it happened.
As I approached the cul-de-sac I went left, then looked back and saw Marcus go right. So basically we took opposite sides of the circle but soon found ourselves coming at each other towards the back of the cul-de-sac. Not unlike riding a motorcycle, when you’re riding a skateboard (or snowboard), where you look is where you’ll go. I made eye contact with Marcus from 25 feet away and he had a look of panic on his face. I turned to go inside and so did he, so then I quickly tried to turn back outside, but so did he. Not because he wanted to hit me, obviously, but because he was looking at me, and where you look is where you shall go.
As we got closer I tried to stop the skateboard by dragging my back foot on the ground, but it was too late. Since I was holding Enzo with my right arm, my primary concern was to fall to my left and shield him from the blow. I was wearing my Crocodile clog sandals and my left (front) leg slammed into the front arm of his scooter, fracturing my big toe in 2 places and opening up a cut on my shin that would later require 5 stitches to close up. I fell to my left, as I had hoped to, making contact on the ground on my left kneecap and the palm of my left hand. After that there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling to my right. I kinda bent my right wrist outward while holding Enzo and was able to fall onto that, but his helmet still hit the ground.
Of course the fall scared him to death, and a second later he was screaming uncontrollably. I was a bit disoriented, and poor Marcus was sitting there very scared and silent. My only concern was Enzo, because I heard his helmet hit the concrete and I was so afraid of a head injury. I think I cursed once or twice but don’t remember exactly what I said; I was just so worried about my little guy. Marcus’ dad Jim heard all the screaming and came out to see what was going on. I just remember him saying “Was there an accident?” and I said “Yeah we ran into each other head first.” I stood up while still holding Enzo and realized as soon as I took my first step that something was definitely wrong with my big toe on my left foot. I looked down and there was a fair amount of blood starting to run down my leg, and I was missing my shoe. By this point Ava and Elise came running over and they were totally freaking out. I had a big abrasion on my left knee cap that was full of gravel, a nice gash on my left shin, and another abrasion on my right wrist. Ava definitely didn’t like seeing all the blood and had a hard time calming down.
Jim’s wife Cara came running out to see what was going on and I told them Marcus was okay, but that I was worried about Enzo. Cara took him for me and started examining him very closely. I was in a bit of shock and didn’t know exactly what to do. I went into our house to try and clean up my wounds but quickly realized that I wouldn’t be able to do it by myself. I then shifted focus to my toe and tried to bend it. Let’s just say that the pain I felt at that point was insane. There was no question it was broken. I’ve broken/fractured multiple bones before this, including a toe when we lived in San Diego, but the fact that this was my big toe made it different. Obviously that toe carries more weight when you walk than any other toe, so the only way I could walk was to put all my weight solely on my heel when stepping on that foot. Placing any weight towards the front of my foot simply wasn’t an option.
I knew I had to see a doctor immediately, but I didn’t want to act like it was that bad because I could tell Ava and Elise were really scared, so I sent Jessica a couple text messages explaining what happened and then called El Gaucho Bellevue to leave a message for her at the front desk. I then (slowly) walked back outside with the girls to see how Enzo was doing. Immediately Jim and Cara told me Enzo was totally fine, so that was a huge relief. I watched him for a couple minutes anyway and could tell that he was completely back to normal. Though I couldn’t help but think of what could have happened had he not been wearing his helmet. It may have saved his life.
I then told Jim and Cara that I needed to go to the hospital because my big toe was broken and they looked mortified. They felt so bad about what happened, which in turn made me feel bad because I certainly wasn’t mad at Marcus. He’s just a kid and obviously didn’t intend for this to happen. If anything I’m the adult out there and it’s on me to avoid him. Their whole family have become good friends of ours over the past 2 years and I didn’t want them to worry about anything. The only person I was mad at was myself. Riding my skateboard while holding my child probably wasn’t the best decision to begin with, and the collision with Marcus was a total accident.
Luckily Jim and Cara immediately offered to watch the kids so I could go to the ER. Jim offered to drive me but I said no, just stay here with the kids. I knew Jessica would be heading home immediately once she got my messages. Although my plan was to go to the same ER everyone in our family not named Elise has been to this year, which is Swedish Mill Creek, Cara recommended trying Mill Creek Family Practice, which is where both of our families go, because it would be much faster and much less expensive. I didn’t realize they could do X-rays there but it turned out they could. I called them once I was on the way and they said their office was closing in 30 minutes but if I could be there in 10 minutes then that would be fine.
Jessica called me while I was on the way and of course she was a bit panicked. Her main concern was Enzo, as it should be, so I did my best to assure her that he was totally fine. She left work immediately, came straight home and did a full examination of him last night, then another one this morning, and literally couldn’t find a single scratch or bruise on him. His helmet was the only thing that hit the ground, and we’ll be replacing it today.
So I got to the doctor’s office and hobbled in, for some reason still carrying the clog for my left foot. I was a disoriented. By this point the pain was ridiculous and I think I was in shock because I was overly chatty with everyone I came across. Since I was bleeding in multiple locations, they did a quick makeshift patch-up of my cuts, then took me back for X-rays. This was rather unpleasant because they have to put these big foam wedges between the big toe and the rest of the toes in order to get a clear photo of it. Even the slightest movements of the toe were incredibly painful at this point so I couldn’t wait to be done.
After X-rays they took me to a new room to start cleaning up my wounds. I immediately loved my nurse so that made things better. She told me about having 4 sons and being no stranger to these types of injuries. She was just so cool the whole time, but for some reason I forgot to get her name. As soon as my X-rays were developed she stepped outside the room to check them out. The first thing she said was “Whoa, your pain is legit. This is pretty bad.” Although that’s generally not something you want to hear, I have to admit I was actually a bit relieved. I guess a small part of me was worried up until then that I was overreacting and that nothing was actually wrong. She offered to show them to me, so I hobbled out there to take a look. She showed me two crossing fractures in the joint of the toe that basically formed the letter T. It also looks like part of the bone was splintered. I’m not gonna lie or pretend to be tougher than I am, seeing and hearing all that made me a little queasy.
We went back to the room to continue cleaning up my wounds and she decided to take my blood pressure. She strapped that thing onto my bicep, started pumping the little ball, unstrapped me, then less than a minute later she was strapping me up to do it all over again. This should have been a red flag to me, but I’ve always had normal blood pressure, and was still a bit out of it, so I didn’t think about it. She told me my blood pressure was very low and that it was a bit of a concern. All I remember was that thing getting tighter and tighter on my arm, and then I started seeing stars. I sort of meekly spoke up and said “Can I have a glass of water? I think I’m about to pass out.” She was on it immediately and a few seconds later there was another nurse in there in position to catch me in case I actually did faint. I think the combination of the pain, seeing the X-rays, hearing about the damage to the bone, seeing the gash in my shin and gravel-crusted abrasions on my knee and wrist, punctuated with that ever-tightening strap on my arm was about as much as I could handle. I didn’t pass out though. I slammed 2 glasses of water while they removed the blood pressure strap and I kinda snapped out of it.
The doctor came in shortly thereafter, but before entering the room I could hear him and my nurse discussing my X-rays. She was pointing everything out to him as she had to me, and I just remember him saying “I don’t know what that is.” Not exactly very confidence-inspiring. He came in and explained that I would need to see a specialist about my toe. He said that if it were any other toe it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but the big toe (or Great Toe as they call it) is different because it carries so much of your weight. He explained that I had a “comminuted intra-articular fracture of the distal end of the proximal phalanx left great toe.” This was written down, otherwise there is no way I could have remembered all that. Only a podiatrist would know the best way to treat this type of fracture, so he gave me a referral, then moved on to sewing up the gash in my shin, which required 5 stitches. Obviously they numbed it before sewing, but those 4 numbing shots he gave me right on my shin may have been the most painful part of the entire evening.
He said it wasn’t crucial that I get to a specialist immediately, like the next day, but that I needed to stay off my left foot in the meantime. They gave me a set of crutches, a CD with the images from my X-rays, and a prescription for painkillers. By this point it had been a couple hours since the accident and I still hadn’t had anything to help with the pain, so I was pretty eager to get that script filled. It’s that type of pain that’s kind of dull but just keeps building and building. Then you accidentally put some weight on it and it turns into this searing acute pain that takes your breath away.
As I stood up to walk with crutches for the first time my nurse says “Michael how are you feeling right now?” I told her I was okay and she said “Really? Because you look pretty green. How about we wheel you down to your car?” I reluctantly accepted and went from walking on crutches for the first time to riding in a wheelchair for the first time. Once again everyone was so nice and helpful, they even helped me in my car and got me all situated. I really can’t say enough good things about Mill Creek Family Practice, in fact I plan on writing a really nice review about them on Yelp. There’s no question that our whole family will continue going there.
On my way home I drove through the Bartell’s pharmacy near our house and dropped off my prescription, then when I got home Jessica got me all setup on the couch before going back to pick up my pills. By the time I actually took a pain pill it had been over 3 hours since the accident and the pain was just wearing me out. Normally pain pills don’t bother me much, but as luck would have it this time was different. It didn’t take long before I started feeling nauseous, then soon found myself dry heaving over a mixing bowl in the kitchen. Not fun.
I considered sleeping on the couch last night so I wouldn’t have to deal with the stairs, but I felt like I’d sleep better in my bed, so I came up with a system for going upstairs. Basically I sat on my but facing the living room on one of the bottom stairs, then while keeping my left foot elevated, I used my arms and right leg to lift myself up one stair at a time. It was a slow process, and I felt a bit like Lieutenant Dan from Forrest Gump, but it worked. I’ve been upstairs ever since.
Luckily I was able to get an appointment with the specialist tomorrow morning at 8:30, however I’m a bit nervous because I don’t know what to expect. Are they going to re-break it to straighten it out? Or are they going to put a pin in my toe, which the doctor last night said was a possibility. I’m kinda just hoping for one of those big black boots and my crutches, but we’ll see.
I’m refusing to let this affect our plans though. We’re still meeting Kristy for the Seafair Torchlight Parade on Saturday night, still meeting Jodi, Leon, and Miles for the reggae concert at Woodland Park Zoo on Tuesday evening (Steel Pulse baby!), and certainly still attending the family reunion next Saturday in Lynwood. I’ll be zipping around on these crutches in no time.
Ava confided in Mommy this morning that she is mad at me for walking with crutches. She wants me to stand on my own two feet. She’s been so sweet all morning though; she keeps coming up to check on me. She says she’s going to take care of me until I’m all better.
Honestly this whole thing is a bit embarrassing, but more importantly I just feel thankful that Enzo and Marcus weren’t hurt. If anyone was going to take the blow it needed to be me, and I’m glad it was. Jessica also made a good point that I’m lucky it was a toe getting broken rather than a finger. Not being able to type wouldn’t be good for me professionally. Obviously I won’t be riding my skateboard again anytime soon, but I’ll eventually get back on it. Yesterday wasn’t the first time I got stitches from a skateboarding accident, however my days of holding a child while riding are officially over. At least I’ll always have my guitars.
Last Saturday we celebrated Elise’s 3rd birthday by holding a dinosaur-themed party at the house. Although the official theme of the party was ‘dinosaur’, I think this one will be remembered as the Bouncy House party. Basically we rented a bouncy house for a day and set it up in our driveway for all the kids (and adults) to play in. I would have written sooner about the party but was waiting to get the photos back from my good friend Leon, who was taking tons of pics throughout the day.
We were joined by Amy, Uncle Jim & Aunt Brenda, Kristy, Dana, Brad & Anna, Leon & Miles, the Lester’s, the O’Hair’s, our neighbors the Schreiber’s, and our neighbors the Brown’s. It was a pretty full house, but we had more than enough room because Jessica put a lot of work into converting our garage into a party space. There were tables and chairs setup everywhere, plenty of fans, and more importantly, plenty of food. Like last year, we put out a taco bar (including my homemade guacamole) for everyone to enjoy, plus lots of snacks. Then later of course we enjoyed a nice big birthday cake from Costco.
We were expecting hot weather like last year, but this summer has been much milder than we’ve had in the previous few, so we ended up with a 70 degree, partly cloudy day. It was totally fine though. Considering how much jumping everyone was doing, had it been much hotter it probably would have been uncomfortable.
All I can say about the bouncy house is that it was a huge hit. Obviously it was mostly filled with kids, but every once in awhile one of the parents would get it there as well. We ended up having it for a full 24 hours, so on Saturday afternoon we just kept it going even after the party had ended. Kids from throughout the neighborhood kept coming over and everyone had a great time. Several parents were also coming over to say thanks to us for allowing their kids to bounce, which of course was totally fine with us. Next thing we knew, some of these parents started breaking out some bottles of wine, and all of the sudden we had a full-blown block party on our hands. The Brown’s even got out their mobile fire pit and started making s’mores for everyone. It was a really good time; so much so that Jessica and I are actually considering getting our own bouncy house someday. We figured if we only got it out 3-4 times a year for the next 10-12 years it would be worth it. We’ll see how that turns out, but regardless I’m glad we got it for this party because everyone had a blast.
As usual our guest were far too kind – not only to Elise but to all 3 of our kids. Thank you so much to everyone who came for all the presents. You’re too good to us but we appreciate it very much. It was definitely a day to remember.
I’ll keep it short this time and let the pictures do most of the talking, however I did want to mention that this month PellegriniPage.com turned 5 years old. It’s hard to believe it’s already been 5 years, but when we started this thing we were living in a little shack by the beach in San Diego, Jessica was pregnant with Ava, and I had just made the decision to switch careers and get back into web development. I guess it’s fair to say we’ve come a long way since then.
Big thanks again to Leon for taking such great photos. We’re quite lucky to have such a talented photographer in our inner circle. We’ve got plenty of fun stuff to look forward to in the near future, including the Torchlight Parade with Kristy on the night of my birthday, then the Pellegrini-Giuntoli Family Reunion the following Saturday, followed by Kristy’s birthday the Saturday after that.
Happy 3rd Birthday Elise – we love you to the moon and back!
The birthday girl with her new tiger
Settling in with the bouncy house
Love that smile Ava
Sweet little Elise with her new doll Chloe
Best friends forever
Although cautious, Enzo enjoyed the bouncy house as well
