whazzup?

Hadley and Uncle Kip's hat...oh and Uncle Kip

You wanna piece of me?

Not quite as cool on the right way, is it?

sour much?

This was Hadley's reaction to her first few spoonfuls of sour baby food--apricots with pears and apples. She's since become accustomed to the tingling jaw and will eat half a bottle without flinching.

pocatello, part i: this is exactly how I've pictured things going in my head

(Tyler's double posting today: this can also be found here.)

And so it begins. I can’t believe that the summer is over. I can’t believe that we are actually going to have to start living the mayhem that we have been preparing for………….

-An email sent this morning by my wife

I woke up this morning to a riot of butterflies in my bowels, partially, I think, because I have to commute to Pocatello from Ogden three times a week (for the time being—if only our house would sell. *Frustrated sigh.*) and partially because I had a dream last night that I was stranded alone someplace unfamiliar (it might have been during the final moments of a track meet in Idaho State’s stadium—I know, I know: too much Olympic track and a sort of flashback to high school, though I’ve never run in that venue).

At least I wasn’t stranded and naked, though. Now that would be embarrassing.

Come to think of it, it would be worse if I walked into my first class late and naked and with the heavy legs of my nightmares that make it impossible to run away. *Shudder!*

To make matters worse, I’d missed the very first class of my doctoral program, which starts today at 4:00.

In Pocatello.

And I’m driving from Ogden, just in case you missed that.

And I have a tendency to be late for things, though I don’t usually leave the house without my clothes on. So I’m hopeful…

Even my wife is nervous for me, which just makes my butterflies riot more. And that makes me feel like a little kid about to leave my parents for the first day of kindergarten.

And that brings more butterflies to the riot, this time because our oldest actually starts kindergarten later this week and I’m nervous for her.

All in all, it seems, the Chadwick's are in for a big week.

Wish us luck—or at least that we’ll all leave the house fully clothed. That would definitely be a step in the right direction.