(Not) Waiting for the Sun

(Eric)
We realize that a move to another state may profoundly affect our family through the years. Like his father, we expect Sam to grow to love a local college football team, so this is who he'll likely be in 16 years:

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When told that we're moving to Georgia, a few people have responded with something to the effect of "Ooh, I've heard that Atlanta has really hot summers."

After enjoying my A/C on the way home from work and mowing the lawn in a short-sleeve shirt tonight, I don't feel too worried about the Georgia heat. Sure, the weather here is great now, but I'd be surprised if Atlanta follows in Dallas' footsteps of 40+ consecutive days over 100 degrees.

I Would Do Anything for Love

(Eric)

There are many ways to prove that you love your wife. Cleaning up, complimenting her on how she looks in her (latest set of) new clothes, and having red hair are all nice little ways of letting her know that you care.

If you cap your Valentine's evening by watching a heart-warming vampire wedding, girl pregnant with a demon baby, wolves talking to each other (in a non-Disney-talking-animal way), and young studs looking for excuses to take their shirts off and sneer... then you must REALLY love her.

Ask Me, I Won't Say No... How Could I?

(Eric)

Thanks to my sister, Marianne, we now have some pictures from the recent trip to Utah (even though we're still working on the camera). However, I now have a few questions:

Q: Do almost-two-year-old boys like big, open areas with lots of noise, bright lights, cars, and games?

A: YES-- even if they have a major case of dumbface when photographed. The added complications of other children screaming and lots of obstacles make this sort of venue perfect for running around and away from Dad.

Q: Do the aforementioned boys like riding in go karts?

A: Incrementally. They do not like it until their dad is already in the go kart and about to drive off (note that Cap hasn't quite made it there yet in the picture), and then they only like it until they've gone around a couple laps, they realize that they're not allowed to drive, and my brother-in-law has viciously put my mom into the wall, temporarily halting the action. Then when they are let out during the red flag stoppage, they remember how fun it is to run away from Dad, especially on the race track.

(Also, notice my dad on the left, in the kart behind Marianne. Sorry to bore you, pa.)

Q: Do these boys enjoy the magical, exclusive form of transportation that is Segway-riding?



                                 



A: Eh.



Bing!

(Eric)

We had a lovely little trip to Utah over the past week. Of course, it seems that we left our camera (and pictures) there. I'm sure you can still picture (a whiney) Cap up there doing Utah-y things.

At least I can enjoy Groundhog Day by participating in my favorite tradition: watching the Cougs beat down Gonzaga. Am I right or am I right or am I right? Right? Right.

On that Midnight Train...

(Eric)

The ol' blog has been neglected lately, and a big reason is because we've been pretty busy with some exciting (for us, at least) new developments.

Soon we'll be enjoying a more peachy life, enjoying Chick-fil-A with Ted Turner, drinking Coca-Cola with Ed and Dean Roland (at least Britt will get that), and falling under the spell of SEC football.

Yes, I've got a work opportunity in Atlanta, and we'll be moving there within the next couple months. Although I've already added "y'all" to my dictionary while living here in North Texas, North Georgia will surely give our little family a whole new level of Southern-ness.

Our time here has been great, and we will certainly miss family and at least four of our friends, but we're excited for what looks to be a fun new adventure for us.