A Long Awaited Letter!

Have you ever been cliff diving? It’s a funny thing. The last time I went cliff diving I was looking from the ground up, watching divers playfully jumping off an otherwise harmless ledge, reaching terminal velocity, and then entering a body of water that seems to accept them like a sharp needle through warm Jello that barely holds its shape (assuming, of course that annoying “Jello skin” has been removed). When I approach a cliff, I somehow seem to lack the confidence the other divers have. I realize in that instant “I’ll have a lot more surface area when I hit the water, this going to hurt.”

It seemed like fun looking up with cool abstraction at ground level, but up there on the edge of a cliff, that soft gelatin starts to look like all skin, no Jello.

I felt the same way when I recently got what most people consider fantastic news. After trying for two years to get into law school I got accepted to Creighton University: School of Law in Omaha, Nebraska. When I applied, it seemed like a great idea, but when I got the letter that said I had actually been accepted it felt like I was on the verge of a legal education cliff. Once I jumped, I don’t really have the choice of turning back if I spot an abnormally thick layer of legal Jello skin directly under my landing pad.

My wife, of course, was naturally frustrated at my hesitation. “Don’t you dare mention legal Jello skin to me you spineless twit!” she said. NOTE: This quote may or may not be accurate as I occasionally black out when Teresa gets angry. I have yet to verify whether this is from my own spinelessness (in which case her accusation would be accurate), or spousal abuse. If anyone has an insight, or has observed the abuse, please let me know.

Understanding her frustration, I promptly played the possum and decided to wait until she could calm down to explain. I thought that such a momentous decision warranted a bit of consideration, though in unanswerable logic she countered, “We’ve been considering for two years. If any more consideration takes place it will be from me considering whether or not to slap some sense into you!” Noting the threat of violence supports my spousal abuse theory, I also realized she was right.

My reservations had only to do with my own insecurities. I wouldn’t want to keep myself from a fantastic law school like Creighton out of cowardice. Though my confidence in their judgement was a bit shaken when they decided to include me in their law school. But it looks like they did it, they finally nailed Jello to the wall and I couldn't be more excited about Creighton.

Thanks to Creighton and my wife for accepting me and believing in me despite my irrational fear of Jello skins. We’ll be moving in the middle of August, and look forward to our new home in Omaha!

Just Random Things!

So if anyone still checks this blog, I admire your faith in me that I might actually do something! Probably everyone agrees with me that life is busy, however, the majority of you still are able to update your blogs and show all of the wonderful things going on in your life. It is one or the other with me apparently. Lately, I have been OBSESSED with sewing little projects (to the point that it is keeping me up till 1:00 am and then wake up late for work and rush out the door without washing my hair for the 4th or 5th day in a row). But with my sister having had a baby in December, Dave & Karlie any day, and Tanner and Lupe in just a couple of months and then about five other friends being pregnant, I can always come up with an idea for someone. My friend just turned me on to this blog tonight www.oneprettything.com and I have just spent the last hour thinking of all the things I could do for Will and so many other kids! I only wish I could quit my job and support my family this way, but I seriously think we would have to scale back on a few things to make ends meet. Sadly though I don't have any pictures of my crafts!

Here are some pictures though from the last couple of months.

This is just a picture of Will brushing his teeth. It amazes me at how fast he is growing up and how he is starting to insist on him being able to do as much as he can by himself. He loves that little stool and will carry it around to help him climb up on things.

This is Will Easter morning after he found his little Easter basket. It didn't take him long to realize there was candy in each of the eggs and we weren't stopping him from eating it! Let's just say that to him that equals a pretty good morning!

Here we are doing a little easter egg hunt. After the first egg, he wanted to stop and eat the candy, but then he saw that there were more eggs to grab so he kept moving until the job was done!

Grant and I have always loved reading books to Will! Most of the time when I can't hear Will playing it usually means he is into something he shouldn't, but lately he has started going into his room, grabbing some books, and then sitting in his glider and will just look through the books. I love it! I think it is so sweet!

This is Mother's Day morning when Will is painting me a picture with Grant. The final project was a bouquet of feet and hand prints. I have to give Grant credit for going to all of that work because finger painting with such a wiggly little boy can make such a big mess!