Saturday, April 19, 2008

Hello Again!

Suni hasn’t updated the blog in a while… so, inspired by Tim Whitehead’s hilarious first post at his family’s new blog, I figured I would post an update.

We had a wonderful birthday dinner last night at Foothills Milling Company. My brother, Aaron, and his wife, Julie, as well as my sister, B.J., were in attendance, as was my work buddy, Phil Gombar. Suni planned the whole thing and truly did surprise me. She had bought wine, pre-ordered appetizers, the whole nine yards. When we walked in the door, I was expecting it to just be Suni and me and was truly surprised to see my family. I have a very thoughtful wife. My actual birthday was last Wednesday, but I was in a conference in Nashville, so there was little celebration… at least on account of my birthday. The delay was worth it. It is hard to believe that I am no longer “in my twenties.”

The conference in Nashville was actually of note in that we (my boss and a couple of colleagues) met Tim McGraw and Faith Hill. I had an actual conversation with Faith Hill, who couldn’t have been any nicer and more genuine. All of this took place at Valentino’s, the best Italian restaurant outside of Italy. When I called my brother to tell him who I’d just met, he said he’d just seen them on TV. Apparently, the CMA Award Show was that night.

There is too much to catch up on, but I’ll try.

Dominican Republic

In mid-March, Suni and I left Waylon with my parents and went to the Dominican Republic on an all-expense paid trip. That was part of an incentive program that my firm provides. If I bill a certain number of hours and/or have a certain amount of fees received in a given year, I qualify for the trip. The Dominican, particularly the resort where we stayed – the Excellence Punta Cana – was awesome! The place was truly as great as the pictures make it out to be. We had a lot of fun, but missed Waylon, of course!

The last day on the island was stressful. I hate flying, so I was already popping Xanax by the time we left the resort for the harrowing one-hour bus ride to the airport. Three hours later we had finally made it through every manner of line you could imagine – the drug check line, the “security line,” the ticket line. We rushed to the gate because our flight was due to take off at any moment. We had scarcely arrived at the gate when we heard the PA system crackle. In broken English: “The flight to Atlanta is delayed because of mechanical problems.” Great! Just as reached for the Xanax again and began bitching about the mechanical issue, I realized that Suni’s seat was about thirty rows away from mine. Splendid! The only thing I looked more forward to than dying in a fiery plane crash, was doing so alone or next to the most slovenly, repulsive human being imaginable, by whom I was certain to be seated.

I hadn’t even finished bitching about either of these things when the PA system came to life again. I didn’t understand what was said, but the gist of the message was apparent when everyone in our group started making their way to the gate. Great, the mechanical problem had been magically “fixed” and we were boarding the aircraft. Naturally, I pictured some shade tree mechanic named Jose rifling through his gallon jug of old bolts until he found one that “would work.” We walked through the gate and out into the Caribbean sunshine. (There are no jetways at the Punta Cana airport; you board by walking up a ladder). Just as I was within spitting distance of said ladder, I heard a splat and felt the boarding pass in my hand jolt slightly. When I looked down at the boarding pass, I saw bird crap splattered all over it and the book it was sticking out of. One final insult before I boarded the vessel of death known as Delta Flight whatever-it-was. The last sight I saw before I boarded was Suni hyperventilating from laughter at what she had just witnessed. Obviously, the plane didn’t crash… a fact that actually surprised me.

Waylon Turns One!
Our little boy turned one on March 28. His Grandma Jonnie was in from Iowa to celebrate. Shortly before his first birthday, he had started walking three or four steps. By the big day, he was walking 10-12. Now, he walks from one end of our house to the other, although he constantly trips on his pants, because they are all too long. Even though his doctor said he is “perfectly proportioned,” he is little. The doctor assures me that this is not indicative of what size he will be at adolescence or beyond. This is a relief to me.

For months Waylon has been obsessed with light. He points out every single light he sees to anyone, everyone, regardless of where he is, and says very plainly “Light!” This was his first word, and it remains his favorite. When we voiced some concern about Waylon’s preoccupation with light at his one-year check-up last week, Dr. Booer asked “What do you mean?” When we just stared blankly, the doctor continued... “Are you concerned about autiusm?" he asked with a puzzled look.

I threw Suni directly under the bus. “She is,” I said, pointing to my wife. (This was true, but not appreciated by my better half).

Dr. Buher looked at us like we were the two dumbest people in the world and said, “This kid is not autistic.” Then he asked us to wait while he typed a medical note himself that said, among other things, “Waylon is not autistic.” I found this pretty amusing. Suni really didn’t.

There are a million other things to say, and maybe Suni will say some of them. The bottom line is that we couldn’t be happier. We just celebrated our third anniversary, we have a healthy, happy kid that we both adore, our jobs are stable, flexible, and pay the bills, and we have an extended family around that we love (and even like, most times). This is a blessing, as we went throgh a quite dark period in late winter, coming to the painful decision not to move back to New Mexico to be part of the Holt Babington Mynatt family. We struggled with this decision more than we have anything else in our young marriage. It felt at times that making the decision would take years off our lives, but, in the end, we felt compelled to stay in Tennessee. The decision brought optimistic happiness as well as profound sorrow. If only there was a way to be in Iowa, New Mexico, and Tennessee at the same time, we would literally have the perfect life!

We are also going to Destin, Florida, with my cousin Brad and his family May 11-18. We are looking forward to that! Waylon's first trip to the beach!

3 comments:

tw said...

I would have paid money 2 see the look on your face when the bird shit on your book and plane ticket! Hilarious!

Hope they don't have the bird flu scare?

When's the next trip to IA? Rumor is it may stop raining in June.

Jaime said...

I love the Doc visit! The things our men say infront of people. Love ya guys.

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