Showing posts with label Jamie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jamie. Show all posts

Monday, March 16, 2009

Vanpool Ponderings

I drive a 15 passenger van Monday through Friday from Douglasville into Atlanta, and back again - about a 75-mile round trip. This gives me plenty of time to entertain thoughts. Today it was raining on the drive home, and I realized how obsessed I am with getting my windshield wipers to wipe my windshield at the right speed. It drives me crazy. I blame an ex-girlfriend for this.


This ex once expressed to me that she thought guys who turned their windshield wipers on in a light rain were "wimpy." And even in a heavy rain, she claimed it was not very manly to have the windshield wipers going full speed. Apparently she thought that a man should not panic just because he can't really see where he's going. Instead, he should be a man about it, and trust his manly instincts to guide him while he waits for a respectable amount of water to blind him. Only then is it acceptable to wipe the shield - and then only on a lower setting, so that he must constantly rely on his manhood to see him through the elements.

I know of course how retarded an idea this is. I believe I even told her at the time just how retarded the notion of I-can't-see-where-I'm-going-and-that-means-I'm-not-a-sissy driver is. And yet...

I observe other drivers when it's raining. I watch the speed of the windshield wipers on the vehicle behind me when I'm stopped at a light. If the rain is coming down lightly, and I see frantic wipers behind me, I look to see if the driver is a man. If he is, I scoff. I judge. I think he needs to calm down and man up. Can't he handle a few drops? Doesn't he know he's not even moving?

But my wiper philosophy is different from the philosophy of my ex girlfriend. Quirky yes, but I like to think it makes a bit more sense. I still don't think it's manly at all to see how long you can hold out before you wipe your shield. That's still stupid. Instead, I'm all about the timing and the adjustment. You see, I drive in rain with the belief that I must constantly adjust the speed of my wipers to reflect driving conditions. In my mind, I consider many factors - the size and frequency of the drops, the width and girth of my windshield, the direction of the wind, the speed of my vehicle, the amount of daylight, the curvature and grade of the road - and I adjust my windshield wiper speed accordingly. since these factors are in a constant state of flux, I am continually evaluating and readjusting the speed of my wipers. I am rarely satisfied - always looking for the optimal wipe, and by the time I pull into the carport, I am mentally and physically exhausted.

I don't do this to be manly. I do this simply because I have to. And the reason I have to is because it feels irresponsible now to drive with the wipers wiping furiously if the circumstances do not warrant furious wipers. It's like those people who sigh dramatically out of habit - not because something all that dramatic happened, but because at the first sign of drama, they've conditioned themselves to sigh as if they've just been tasked with solving world hunger. again. 

So maybe I feel a bit superior to others because of my ability to appropriately adjust the speed of wipers. So what? Maybe I'm writing this so that I'm no longer the only one who is aware of my unique ability. Maybe I'm writing this in the hopes that I'm not alone - that there are others out there who are like me - those with special wiper abilities.

And yet I can't help but wonder - what if my ex girlfriend had kept her mouth shut? Would I have the wiper obsession I have now? And if not, would I have remained happy in my ignorance? Wiping furiously? Needlessly? This ability - it is a curse. It is a blessing. 

Am I alone?



Monday, February 16, 2009

Valentines with kids in the house

Jamie and I have never gone out for Valentine's Day. When we were dating and first married, Jamie worked at a German restaurant and had to work Valentines. So we just celebrated another day. Then we had kids and a budget and didn't want to fight the crowds anyway. Last year Jamie came from Georgia Valentine's Day to help us move. Seeing him after three months of him being in Georgia was exciting enough to make my day! Valentine's for us is a pretty low key day but nice.
I felt bad that my kids didn't take part in any valentine exchanges this year, but they sent out some cute cards to some family. For lunch I made this favorite, grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. And last Monday for FHE we decorated sugar cookies. So I don't feel they were totally deprived of festivities.
Jamie's an awesome husband who knows me well. He knows I like flowers but am too cheap and practical to allow money to spent on anything like that. So he got up with the kids this morning so I could sleep in and made me an omelet for breakfast. Then he watched the kids so I could go to the temple (he went for ward temple night, Friday night). He cleaned the house while I was gone and then stayed home to try to bake cookies with Emma (they were yummy but not so pretty) while I went grocery shopping with Weston. Andrew stayed home too, he is an awful shopper. I bathed the kids while Jamie started on our adult dinner. Finally the kids were in bed and I helped with the meal. At 9:00 we sat down to eat Jamie's delicious Chicken Piccata with cajun green beans, garlic bread, and sparkling limeade (mormon bubbly). Yes, it's a lot of food (look at all that chicken) and I didn't finish. Jamie wanted it "picnic-style" in the living room with candles. It was delicious and we didn't have room left for the yummy Molten Chocolate Cakes I was planning on making (thanks Emily-those are dang good!). So we just curled up on the couch and watched a movie. Jamie hid this secret from me for years, but I've discovered he's a wonderful cook! I told him for now on he can be the cook and I'll be the baker.


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Saturday, November 8, 2008

Thankfulness- Day 7

Today I'm thankful for:

A GREAT dad for my kids
Every day Emma asks me, "Is tomorrow the day that Daddy stays home." She LOVES time with her dad. Mom takes care of her, but Dad, he's fun. I realized this week marks Jamie's one year in Georgia. He moved out here a year ago this week. The kids and I stayed back in Vegas until February. Boy did we miss Daddy! And we certainly learned the importance of having a father in the home. And as my cousin so wisely points out, good dads aren't just important for kids but for moms!
Today we decided to start tackling the leaves. We're on about an acre and have many large trees. They're beautiful and a great source of shade but it's a whole lot of raking. So the kids came out to help. Later Emma requested Daddy do "brake tricks," so Jamie took the kids out and started inventing all these games with the rake. He spun it around , made a teeter-totter (as shown above), chased the kids around the yard with it, tossed acorns with it, and on and on. They love Daddy time!
He made a huge pile of leaves for the kids to play in. Do you think they liked it?



Then Jamie started tossing the kids into the leaf pile and everyone (even the neighbor kids) had several turns. I hope his arms still work tomorrow. They were having such a good time they decided Mommy needed to have a turn. Jamie says this is a must post, so here it is.


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

It's Always Fun When Dad is Home

One of my very favorite things to watch is my husband playing outside with the kids! They love playing with Daddy (Mom is not that coordinated or strong)! I brought to Jamie's attention that our daughter is lacking in the coordination department and told him it was his fatherly duty to remedy the situation. So they've been practicing but mostly they just have fun. We have a lot of grass so Daddy will throw a football way up high across the yard while the kids squeal with delight and anticipation at the other end watching to see where it falls then run it back to Daddy. It's good exercise for them and they love it. They also love to pull out the tee ball set and try hitting some balls. Weston, however, insists on holding the bat on the wrong end and doing it by himself so he has yet to hit a homer. They're so fun to watch and I'm glad they have a great Dad!

Of course Weston has to play with the largest and hardest ball he could find. No wimpy nerf balls for this kid. He wants to be prepared if sister messes with him.


Daddy shows Emma how to wear a glove. She kept trying to get her finger to stick out the hole like Dad but her little hands were just too small.
Almost. Yes, that's the ball next to the glove not about to go in.


This is the face Weston always makes when he's throwing a ball. His eyes get wide and he gets this crazy look, it's a little unsettling.
Whee!
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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Fathers are Still Great!

Okay, so I know Father's Day has come and gone, but I had been thinking about doing this post and then we had my brother-in-laws in town last week and Jamie was sick Father's Day and I just kinda missed it but I finally decided that any day's a good day to pay tribute to great dads! And besides that my dad is in Peru and wouldn't have seen this on Father's Day and still won't for a couple weeks.

My Dad

First of all, my dad is a smart dude! Like his father, he's an excellent businessman and super organized. If I were ever on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire my dad would definitely be at the top of my phone call list because he really knows everything. From history to music, the guy is learned. Then again, I'd choose him as the winner on Survivor. Not only because of his boyscout, outdoors man know-how but he's also a smooth talker and always beats my brothers at the game of Risk. I'm convinced the man would not only survive but thrive if placed on an abandoned island and if I ever get stranded I hope my dad's with me. As a child, I always felt so much comfort having my dad around because I knew whatever happened he'd know what to do and I was safe. I also learned to love and appreciate the outdoors. We did lots of camping, hiking, and other adventures and marveled at the beautiful world we've been given.

One thing that defines my dad is that he is thorough. Anything he does he does right and he does well. We camped a lot growing up and he always told us to leave the site better than we found it. Any place my dad goes, anything he does is left better than he found it. Ask any member of the ward he was bishop in.

My dad is kind and calm. Even with six kids tearing apart the house I don't remember my dad raising his voice. He would be stern, but wouldn't loose his temper. When my dad told me what to do or not to do, something about his gentle, concerned way made me want to listen and please him. I still have the desire to please him and it's probably been what has kept me in check all these years.

Even with his perfectionist nature, my dad is a lot of fun. We had the funnest yard growing up and we've taken lots of trips together. He's always ready with a joke and pulls out a goofy face for the kids. He can quote any movie and sing a song for any word you give him. He's friendly and non-judgemental and always knows the right thing to say.

My dad is a model of service. My dad has taught me that when the Lord calls, you answer. He has served in many callings and always gives them his all. He's the only man I know who volunteered himself as scoutmaster. As bishop he brought flowers to every new mother, had new members and widows for family dinners, and took a special interest in the youth.


My dad's sentimental. He loves going through old pictures and telling us stories of his childhood. He reads every family history he can get his hands on and takes his heritage seriously. I too take my heritage seriously and feel a great responsibilty to live up to the name I've been given. I hope my children will follow in his footsteps.

My Father-In-Law
I remember as a teenager realizing that I was extremely blessed to have the parents I have and that not everyone was so fortunate. I know there are good parents out there, but mine are really quite exceptional! I don't say this as a matter of pride but rather gratitude. With this in mind, I thought chances were good that the man I marry probably wouldn't have parents as great as mine. I couldn't have been more far from the truth. My in-laws are amazing! I love and admire them so much! A lot of people talk about how hard it is their first year of marriage bringing together two people from different upbringings. I did not feel that in our marriage, our parents had both set such clear gospel standards in the lives of their children that we had no question as to how we should be living our lives. We knew that if we were both following the Savior we would both be going in the same direction. I love how similar our parents are and how faithfully they raise their children! So, let me tell you about my awesome father-in-law:

If my dad doesn't have my millionaire answer, my father-in-law does. The guy has an amazing amount of knowledge packed into that brain of his. He's brilliant and truly wise, not just full of facts.

He is also very talented. He plays the piano very well and even composes his own pieces. He can just get on the piano and start playing his own variation on a hymn. I took piano lessons for years but can't play a single line without music in front of me, so I'm in awe! He's also good with words and expresses himself well in speech and writing (not my talent, so I feel a little sheepish writing this). I suppose this is why he makes a good attorney.

Anyone who has met my father-in-law will probably remember him for his humor. He is very witty and will find a clever thing to say at any occasion. I will be in big trouble if I ever go to a funeral with him:). He can be very quiet and serious and is a tender man, but be prepared to laugh so hard you'll cry if he's around. Jamie prides himself on inheriting his father's humor.

My father-in-law is a hard worker. He never just sits down to watch tv and doesn't go to movies. He's always busying himself with his calling, work, or helping his family. He goes to great lengths to help his family and is deeply concerned with their happiness and well-being. There is a sincerity about him in his love for others, particularly his family, that I can only describe as Christlike. He does so much for his family and he never complains or seeks praise. He does good for the goodness of it and works in quiet acts of service. I can't say how much having him in my family has blessed me and the lives of my children! I even liked him enough to name Weston after him and have Andrew look like him in hopes that having that part of Grandpa would help them be like him.

My Husband
(aka dad to Emma, Weston, and Andrew)
I am trying to focus on my husband's attributes as a dad without gushing over what he means to me as my husband, but really the most important thing he can do for my kids is to be a good husband to their mother. He shows me so much love both in what he says and his actions. My husband compliments me often and makes me feel beautiful and appreciated. He's patient with me. He is not critical of me and allows me to do things my way. He's not a picky eater (a requirement to be married to me) and eats any mystery meal I prepare. He's a good Daddy too!
Jamie is a funny guy! It's the type of humor that even though you're rolling your eyes, you can't help laughing at. He inserts his own lyrics into popular songs and writes clever stories and poems that make me smile. He sees humor and cuteness in my kids like I do. We're both able to laugh at their quirks and see how cute their little ways are. My kids love to giggle with him. He invents fun games and spontaneous activities. One of the kids favorite things is to have Daddy throw couch pillow at them. He's the one that wrestles and throws them around and they love it. They also love climbing "the Daddy Mountain." Even Andrew can't help but smile when Jamie enters the room.


One thing I love about Jamie is how good he is with youth. He treats them as equals and will talk to a rowdy teenager like he'd talk to a friend his age. He doesn't pass judgement and they sense that he is genuine. Jamie taught high school English and had the roughest classes. Those kids loved him though and were sad to see him go. I always smiled watching how chummy these scary looking kids were with him, knowing full well that they would eat me alive if I were the one in that classroom. I've always told Jamie that I would raise our kids the first 10 years, after that I'd hand them over to him, because that's his age group. One thing that impressed me when we were dating is how well he treated his siblings. He's the oldest of six and the youngest was six at the time. Watching him with his younger siblings, I knew he'd be a good dad.
Another characteristic that assured me that Jamie was the one is his commitment and understanding of the Gospel. They say that girls marry their fathers and I knew I had found in Jamie that same devotion that I admire so much in my dad (which of course he learned from his own parents). He's a worthy priesthood holder and has served well in all his callings. I know his service will not only bless him and those he serves but his example will be such a blessing to our kids.
My husband is helpful and sweet. I think he does dishes more often than I do and spends hours each week maintaining our yard. He's always willing to volunteer service and has helped with countless moves. He is always thinking of others. During labor with Andrew when things weren't going too well Jamie ,although terrified for me, held my hand and pretended to be calm just so I wouldn't panic. He reassured me and was so tender. I was so grateful he was there! And I am so grateful to have him as a father for my kids! Not just for the good looks he handed down to them but for his goodness and humor as well!
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Friday, April 18, 2008

My Little Jamies

I was looking through some old Steed pictures and found some familiar faces. This is another reason to marry a man you like to look at, because you might find yourself surrounded by his clones.


The last of the 3 pics here is Jamie the other two are his clone Weston.
Sorry, I spent a lot of time trying to line these in a row but finally gave up



On the top is Andrew's Grandpa Steed, the middle is Andrew, and Andrew's dad on the right


Here's Baby Emma. It's weird to look back at her pictures now because to me it looks like Andrew with a dress and a bow