You may have noticed something new when you browsed here today. No, I didn’t adopt another kid… I didn’t have to shovel 12 inches of snow… It’s a new theme for the website! I’m sure you are as excited as I am about the change… Doesn’t matter - this is my blog, and I can put whatever I want here. This theme is awhile in the making. I’ve been doing web development for probably 17 years (well, I’ve been pretending to do it for that long - much of that time has been dedicated to managing web developers, but let’s not split hairs), and in the time I’ve been doing it, it has changed mightily.
I was amused by these so I had to post them. Mireille is learning English really quickly. Not all is worthy of recording as most is mundane, but there are a few… She loves to eat! And she loves to try new food - but she doesn’t always like the food that she’s trying. When she happens to try something that she doesn’t like she says “I like this uh-uh.” The other one that cracked me up just this morning was after she burped.
Last summer when we moved to CO, we weren’t very busy initially, so we took the opportunity to explore our great new state. This summer, after track has ended and we’ve buttoned up most of our backlog of home improvements, we have decided to do the same thing. Two weekends ago we went to Frisco for the weekend with Maylee and Steve. While there we stayed at a hotel, did a little shopping, visited three breweries (yeah), but the main event was a 20 mile bike ride, 10 miles each way between Frisco and Breckenridge.
It’s fun having somebody to drive you around, I’m finding. Since getting his permit, Ethan has logged a little over 5 hours of driving of the 50 that he needs to log by June next year in order to obtain his driver’s license. When he started driving, and after seeing the number of hours he would have to drive, I told him that there were over 300 breweries in Colorado, and the way he was going to learn how to drive was to take me to as many of them as he could… Last night he told me that it was time to drive, and that I should grab my Pub Pass and we would stop for a beer somewhere.
Quinton joined the Aurora Recreational Track Team this summer. We were excited about this particular activity because it would be something Quinton couldn’t just partially do. We find that, often times during soccer or basketball, Quinton is perfectly content to move at about half pace. He is bigger and faster than most of the kids he plays against in those sports, so if he plays about half way, he can still be competitive but not sweat too much.
It’s been nearly 5 months now, and Mireille has really amped up her mastery of the English language. We recently went on vacation with the whole family to Wisconsin, so I had the opportunity to spend a lot of focused time with her. As the week went on, I started to see how she is systematically adding new words to her vocabulary all the time. First, she will point at something and ask you what it is (she says “Ques at?” which means “what’s that?”).
It’s 9:44 PM on Thursday evening. I’ve finally settled down to my computer and a bomber of my local’s double IPA. It’s the first time today that I’ve been able to sit without somebody demanding something or me having to be preparing something for somebody. You see, Jenny has been traveling for work since Monday morning, leaving me, a single father of three. I’ve been a single father in the past.
Last weekend we had to opportunity to go to the African-Caribbean Heritage Camp. It is one of a set of camps put on by an organization in town here that focuses on transracially formed families, specifically formed through adoption. Yeah, they have organizations for everything! We had been to the camp once before, two years ago, and enjoyed it so much that we decided to move to Denver! Over the course of the two and a half days of camp we were all immersed with people in a very similar situation to our family.
This post got lost in the draft folder. So I’m posting it about three weeks late. Just for context… Last weekend, my father-in-law, Bruce Tom Tibbett, passed away. It was a difficult thing to comprehend, somebody that we’ve been so close to for so long will no longer be with us. I’m sure I heard it somewhere how Freud describes the death of a parent - it reminds us of our mortality.
For some reason, Quinton has decided lately that he wants to be an actor. He feels he could be rich, and feels that he’s every bit as good as the people he’s seen on TV and movies. Yesterday on our trip back from Colorado Springs where we were watching soccer, Quinton was going into great detail about what would happen when he’s an actor. First I told him that he’d probably need to hire an agent.