Thursday, January 10, 2013

This is why we can't have nice things.....

Somehow in the middle of not writing in our blog for years I forgot to write down that we have seriously increased in number in the Hanson Household. Not to fear, they are still all girls except me, but there are 2 more (that I know of).
Sometimes I feel slightly outnumbered, however, I still weigh more than all of them combined, so I'm going to hold on to that until my BMI becomes astronomically unhealthy. There are times that this being outnumbered comes in handy. At restaurants, for example. "Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom!" "Ask mommy, dear, we try not to go in the boy's bathrooms, remember?" (Sits and chews on chicken wing contentedly.) There are other times it doesn't. "Daddy is going to watch rugby, want to come with me?" "No, Daddy, we all want to watch (insert princess show here)." And then we end up watching a princess show while daddy illegally pirates television on his smartphone to watch his game while pretending to watch a princess movie.
It's actually better than that. I've been blessed with girls that enjoy watching soccer and football with their daddy and even will snuggle with me while I watch Top Gear, which might be the manliest (and greatest) thing on tv. So, I guess I win. Who'd would have thought?

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Brainwashing, episode 32

When I was young, my parents very skillfully wove into their daily activities and outings a plethora of the music and movies that they had grown up with. I remember listening to Beatles records with my brother almost all day long on a cold winter Saturday. I remember reading Agatha Christie novels because my mom was. Trying to figure out how tennis was scored because my dad loved watching Pete Sampras play. Not all of it stuck, and I confess, I like Bad Religion more than CCR and Chuck Pahlaniuk more than Dick Francis, but I'll be damned if I won't pick soccer over football every time, and I can guarantee you that when the Tour de France is on, I know who the leader of each stage is.
Now that it is my turn, I'm working hard at bringing the finer things in life to my girls. Ava and Sierra both have done a little headbanging to the dulcet tones of Metallica, listened to Henry Rollins rant, and had me read a little bit of the masterful Tolkien to them. Along with those crowning achievements, I'm pretty proud that they both know of, and love, Ducktales. Uncle Scrooge, Huey, Dewey, and Louie have a fond place in my heart, and hopefully theirs too.
I figure I'm just doing my part to make sure that they have the finer things in life.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Safety in solitude

Well, it's been a while. apparently, looking back on this blog, it's been 2 kids, one move, one nervous breakdown, 4 cars and 4 Christmases. However, that doesn't mean we ever stopped thinking about you out there in blog-reader land. I did, but Amy didn't, and she constantly worried about posting pictures, making sure that everyone out there knew about every nuance of our life.  I figure Facebook and Twitter and Instagram have already done a brilliant job of shining the bright light of shame into the dark comforting shadows of oblivion that I generally inhabit.
To make our successful re-entry into the blogosphere, here's at least one picture.
Happy stalking.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Mommy's magic photo time

Awesome title, huh? Apparently Amy decided that Ava was looking especially cute, and needed some of Mom's patented self-portrait shots done. So without further ado, let's rock and roll.

So, I think that Amy is setting Ava up to be her model for the next decade or so. Isn't that why we have children? To mine them for money?

Cross that one off the list...

Of the 10 things I hadn't done but wanted to do.
I was a little bored, and my bro Sol decided that he was the one to shave my head. It was really that simple.

Ava enjoyed rubbing my head.

Grandpa's Time

These two love their favorite granddaughter.

Blessing day.

We are instructed, and Jesus asks us to name our children and bless them in church. I was hoping to do it on top of a mountain, but apparently sub-freezing temperatures are hard on grandparents and little babies. So, we blessed Ava on the 4th of January. In a chapel. I was disappointed to begin with, but it ended up great.
Here's pics.

Proud parents. Someday Ava will learn that thirteen people shouting "look over here! Ava! Ava!" means LOOK OVER HERE!

Ava, Dad, and Grandpa. You can see where she gets her dashing looks.

Group shot. It was remarkably hard to get everyone to actually sit still for this. Especially the people over 30. Okay, over 15.

Hanson side.