I surprised Brett last night with a little after-work adventure. The boy loves anything to do with the outdoors or getting dirty. He was giddy.
It had just rained so the water was a little dirty and quite cold. Needless to say, I was not down with trying it. We’ll go back in a couple weeks when it’s a little warmer and a little less muddy.
Brett on Sliding Rock on Vimeo.
Brett got a new toy.
And he’s obsessed with it.
The other morning I was in doing my hair and heard funny clicking noises coming from the living room. I go out to find him still in his underwear shooting at make believe stuff on the ground and making exploding noises! We’re supposed to be getting ready for work! I think he’d sleep with it if I let him.
Disclaimer: I know a gun is not a toy. And he hasn’t even loaded the thing once yet so don’t think he runs around with live ammo and a gun strapped to his chest like a fundamentalist from Idaho. But he might just love that thing more than Maggie.
Brett has always been obsessed with bears. As a kid and now as an adult, he reads about them, watches documentaries about them on PBS and likes to get on all fours, growl and pretend he’s climbing a tree. The sad part of the story is that he has never seen one in real life. He has been to Yellowstone, Alaska, the Wind Rivers; basically everywhere in the US you might have a chance of seeing one and yet… nothing. I think it irks him that I have. Me - the one who doesn’t camp, who went to Yellowstone once cause I had to, and who basically avoids any chance of having to pee outside - I have seen bears in the fur.
About two weeks ago I ran across a local Salt Lake blog where the family had a chance to actually HOLD bear cubs, in their arms! Brett would DIE to do that. So I called around a little and found that Bear World has brought some cubs into a nearby Sportsman Warehouse and lets the public hold them and take pictures and that they would be doing it again that coming weekend.
So I suprised Brett with a little trip to fulfill his life’s dream. I told him we had to go “pick something up” and wouldn’t tell him anything else. We had to go around the back of the building for the exhibit and at that point he became a little uppity that we were going the wrong way and I had to give in and share the surprise.
Brett was able to hold the little girl (he just had to check) bear for a few minutes, get his picture taken with her and talk to her caretaker. I think the pictures below do a pretty good job of highlighting the natural high he was on. Hopefully, he’s had his fix for a while and he’ll stop clawing at the furniture.
This is why we still don’t have people over for dinner. Especially not when I cook.
-Brett
By far, the best advice I received before we got married came from Katie:
”Keep his belly full.”
This advice loops through my head like it’s on repeat. Now, B’s annoyingly cheerful first thing in the morning even going so far as to sing primary songs in the shower. And this level of contentedness continues throughout the remainder of the day, especially when it’s snowing. But for those rare times when he’s a little quieter than normal (i.e. scowling out the windows), all I have to do is throw food his direction and he’s bursting with snacky happiness.
B: “You’re really good at this whole snowshoeing thing Whittney–especially for your first time.”
ME: “If there’s one thing I have, it’s balance.”
…about 3 seconds later…
ME: “Woaaah!”
B: “Click.”
ME: “Stop laughing!!”
Used by permission of B.
My sweet husband has the most bizarre hair ever seen on a human head. It sticks straight out from his head, grows at least a foot a month and cannot be tamed without the use of tar or some other ridiculously strong and sticky substance. Just guess who takes longer to get ready in the morning? To be fair, this probably has something to do with the gravity challenging style he creates. Recently, a few old pictures have been sent from some well-meaning friends.
Paul said “You look like Wolverine.”
Funny, cause a woman at church recently said “Has anybody ever told you, you look like that guy from X-Men?”
From Tommy: If it makes you feel better we’ll trim it down in Photo Shop and give you a receding hairline with gray hairs mixed in.
In all honesty, the style was trendy…at the time. But ever since marrying me and my mad scissor skills, he has had to endure the bi-monthly torture session known as the “hour-long haircut in the freezing cold laundry room.” (Cut me some slack, I’m still learning)
I’m writing this at work (the boss is gone again!), so I don’t have a picture of his newly transformed mop but keep your eyes out for it and in the meantime just enjoy all the handsome pictures of him on our Flickr page.
p.s. I really do love my husband to death and I promise to stop picking on him eventually.
