Happy 33rd

Happy birthday my love. I miss you. Dallin was saying that he was glad that you got to stay the way you are forever because he "just likes the way you are"... I would have to agree, although I wish I could have grown old with you. I would have loved to be an old grandparent with you! I hope you get to celebrate and possibly have a piece of pumpkin cheese cake and maybe some peach sherbet to enjoy the day. We did some things together today and I think it was good, but I sure missed you. I love you.

Counting Anyway

Half a year. I have been without her for more than 6 months. I told myself early that counting the days or months would not be productive, but I can’t help but notice that 6 months has gone by without her. There are some moments I still have to confirm in my thoughts that this is really what has happened. Some days I come home and have a small instance where I fully expect her to be there and I have to remind myself of the reality. I can’t tell you how often I see her in the corner of my eye and it doesn’t seem odd to me that I turn expecting to see her there and then just as quickly remember. Those times really aren’t any harder, they are just more reminders. I miss her, that goes without saying. In some ways it is harder, in others it is easier with time.

The kids still talk a lot about her and Maylee and sometimes say some things that really throw me for a loop. Their perspective of life is so much different than what I thought about at their age. Evan doesn’t ask where mommy is anymore, he will often say out of the blue that “Mommy and Maylee died, huh Daddy” He still comments often on how cute Maylee was. Kenna will still talk about it more than the other two, she often wants to go buy them dresses for when they come back… we have had several conversations on that, but she still asks. I think she gets it in her own way but there are times that I worry I am not being as clear, but I don’t feel there is any reason to be concerned. It is a process. Dallin talks mainly about things he remembers us doing together as do the other two. I like hearing their memories and I hope they all stay vivid and fresh for them to have always.

Wendy’s birthday is in a few days. I don’t really know how to celebrate it… I just know that it will be with those three little ones that each have so much of her in their individual ways. Whether it is Dallin’s caring heart and concern for what others are feeling, Kenna’s delight in everything beautiful, or little Evan’s sense of humor, they are all made up of the best parts of her and I am glad I have them to remind me.

Tooth Fairy Gone AWOL

This morning at about 6:30 I woke up to Dallin with a panicked look on his face (from what I could see with blurry eyes anyway) He was holding the tooth he pulled out last night and telling me that the tooth fairy didn’t come… my turn to be panicked. My thoughts raced for a minute.

“Maybe he couldn’t find it because your room is so messy.” I said

With a short pause and a look of relief, he asks “Dad, can I clean my room today?”

...Genius!

“yes,” I say “after you do your homework, you can clean your room” (said trying to suppress my grin.)

Talk about turning tragedy into triumph! Whatever else happens today at least it started with an epic win!

Last night Dallin said he thought it was time for this tooth to come out. He walked out of the room and came back about an hour later and said grinning with a new gap in his smile "Dad, I just punched myself and it came right out"

...Well, that's one way to do it... just sorry me and my camera missed that one boy battle!

Let's hope the tooth fairy remembers tonight.

Be like a Child

Today in Church my little Kenna was so excited to share her testimony that she went up and sat on the stand to wait her turn to speak... only problem was that it was not testimony meeting! Didn't know what to do but sit and chuckle... gotta love that girl's spunk! After a chat with the bishop, she just came back down smiling, clearly undaunted by being sent back to her seat and asked if she could go sit by her friend Dylan instead. I am sure we will see her up there in a few weeks!

My little Girl turns 5

Every day brings with it a “first” of some kind, some days are a little more evident. My little Kenna turned 5 in September. Her birthday was a great day and there were so many that came to show their love for her and us. I was very grateful to see everyone there. It felt good. I was worried that her birthday would not be as good as others she has had and that she would know this one wasn’t planned by her mom, but she didn’t seem to act like it was lacking. She made the comment of how much she wished Mommy and Maylee could be there, but I think she still felt like the princess. I think things like this are noticed more by me than by them, I still want them to be fun days though.

The party itself went well, thanks to my mom and little sis who helped a lot with the favors and things. Not to mention the cake pops that were shaped like floating lanterns from her aunt Heather... most of them made it to the table to share! We set it up in the garage complete with the projection and screen from my old office and played Tangled. Thanks to an anonymous fairy godmother we had a special guest too. Cinderella showed up and sang songs and played games and read a story and she was a huge hit, I would recommend it for any future princess party! So, whoever that was, thank you! My little niece (appropriately dressed up in a little devil costume) commented when Cinderella started reading the book about Cinderella… she said with a little bit of a valley girl attitude “I know about this, I saw this movie” Cracked me up. With that and Tate, the only boy in the picture, trying to be smooth with Cinderella, it was all very entertaining.

Wendy and I would always let them pick what kind of design they wanted for their cake, so I wanted that to continue to be a part of their day. The cake construction was touch and go there for a bit, but it came out structurally sound and required very little mud, spackle, and grabber screws! To those of you who ate the cake…I am kidding, everything was edible… or at least was supposed to be!

It was good to be there with everyone. I really missed her being there and didn’t like thinking of all the birthdays to come without her, but it was still a day to celebrate.

Solo Dad

Well, we are making it happen. Dallin started first grade and he is loving it so far. Kenna is in preschool and loves that too. It gives me some short times during the day when it is just me and little man… something that really never happened before… seems there was always at least one other kid around, so I have enjoyed just hanging out with him. They all seem to be doing well. They talk about things they remember doing with Mommy a lot and Mommy and Maylee are the main focus of every prayer, including those at meals. I don’t know fully what is going through their mind on this but they are happy little kids and enjoy life every day. I know the harder parts are to come. There are going to be those days and those huge events when they are just going to need their mom and that is when it will be at its toughest. There are those moments when I know Kenna is going to ache for what she doesn’t fully realize right now, I am not really sure how to handle those times, but I am trying to do my best to save little things and journals and notes so that she can always feel like she knows her some. The same goes for her boys. I want Dal and Evan to never wonder what kind of person their mom is so that some day when they are looking for a woman to share their life with they will know what to look for and how to treat her when they find that.

I don’t like the term single dad… I am not single. Before you are married you are single. I got married in the place I did knowing that there will never be a time when I am just single me again. I like to think of this time on earth as the solo trek… kind of like the old Mormon pioneers had a solo pull on the hand carts. There are significant differences there, however. First, Wendy is not in the Mormon battalion away serving her country and second, I am not a woman. Let’s keep those things straight. The rest of the analogy seems to apply in my head. There are days that are tougher than others and there has yet to be an “easy” day, but I am not too sure we are promised any of those. I do plan on being here for many more years and I don’t plan on those being all on my own. But that time will come, for now we figure out how the pioneers did the everyday stuff as the adventures of solo dad continue… yeah, it sounded so much cooler in my head… probably should have stayed there!?

There are a few essential lessons I have learned here as I try to figure out how to do what it takes to meet the needs of three kids, and I am willing to share with those who need a laugh at the incompetence I have realized I have. Yeah, go ahead and laugh, there are many times I could swear I could hear Wendy giggle or can just imagine her saying “Oh, Dear!”

• · Tangled… love the movie, hate the reality. There is nothing “fairy tale” about the knots that mysteriously appear in a little girl’s long blonde hair. Snarls really are the bane of my existence and the only weapon I have found is copious amounts of conditioner in the bath. I do hear the word detangler a lot… but it has not translated into a better tool yet. Dread locks are in style aren’t they… maybe we ought to investigate that option.

• · You know you have arrived as a father when you find yourself at social gatherings listening to the women talk about the tricks on how to do little girls hair rather than what the guys are talking about. Just some advice… don’t bring a note pad, they just think you are weird. Don’t judge me, I never played with dolls. The picture above is my first attempt at doing her hair nice without my neighbor doing it for me. Don't be too impressed, Wendy bought special curlers because they were simple.
  

• · Paper plates=less dishes=happy life. Sorry Mother Nature, Father Time wins out on this issue in just about every case. At least I use less water with the dish washer…right?

• · Del Taco: 49₵ Burritos. May not be too great for the body, but it is incredibly good for a solo dad’s mental health. Family of 4 can eat for under $3

• · Packing… to the husbands may I suggest a slight change in dialogue. Rather than saying “why do we need to pack the whole house for one weekend” say a much more accurate statement of “wow, I didn’t realize we needed that much stuff for one weekend, thanks for packing it dear” It is a more correct assessment and will make a 10 hour road trip immensely more enjoyable for you. Trust me, you will get more snacks passed to you by your navigator! Or you could try the packing yourself… you will never complain again!

• · While Pledge is a great way to polish finger prints off stainless steel (thanks for the tip Melissa) more pledge however doesn’t mean less work… it just translates to really slippery floors in front of the appliances.
• *** Health and Wellness side note: a generous layer of Pledge can help deter those late night cravings…unless you wear extra grip slippers!

• · Poop…its going to get on stuff, just accept that. When cleaning poop, however, it is best to clean the most mobile item…say… the two year old’s bare bottom before he scoots around while sitting on the carpet to get a closer look at his handy work. Believe me, the mound on the floor is not moving and will not spread on its own, I wish I could say as much for the 2 year old with skid marks! Come on, he just wants to help.

• · Irony: realizing just how often I yell up to my son to stop yelling at his sister.

• · I must admit, there is little I can think of in this Mr. mom world that men would do more efficiently, but I am sorry ladies, you have to admit that school drop off in the morning would be drastically better if only the guys were driving those drop off cars. I am sure there would be pads on the sidewalk for the kids to jump, tuck and roll from a safe speed of 5 mph… maybe even 10 mph if we are running behind, and the entire process would take a mere 3 minutes for all the cars to get through. There would be no girl in the minivan with a silly grin on her face holding up the line for 20 minutes while she watches her son pick flowers on his way into his class, we all know that car… just take a picture before you get there, the drop off lane is no place for sentiment.

• · Folded clothes in the dirty laundry… honestly? It’s not like the laundry isn’t already constantly growing, you gotta put clean clothes in there too?!

• · Finally, one of the most humbling lessons is finding yet another thing that Wendy did regularly that I didn’t know about and wishing I could tell her how much I appreciate her at least one more time. I love you, Wendy. I miss you.

8 Year Anniversary

August 2^nd came and went. My mind was wandering on the first august 2^nd that was ever really significant to me that occurred 8 short years ago. I remember all the details to that day better today than I have in a long time… all the silly things that are trivial but now are special. I remember thinking that wedding lines are an odd thing but I didn’t mind standing there with her as she smiled at everyone and thinking wow, this girl is with me now…cool. I stood in another line recently that looked very similar with one significant difference, she wasn’t standing next to me. The funeral was good to see those that love us and especially her, but I missed her. I missed her standing there telling me who each person was and how she knows them and even some tiny little story that she would remember. I miss her more today than that day, and more with every day that comes. Her parents are home from Africa and moved their furniture back into their house and with that there is a porcelain doll that was given to her on the day of our wedding that is a replica of Wendy in her wedding dress with her auburn hair done up with the familiar curls falling down. Detailed even down to her miniature bouquet. I never paid that much attention to those kind of things before now, but the memories flood back from that perfect day with each of those little details. Oh, how I miss her. Emotions run close to the surface, so much closer than ever before, but I still do well. We decided before our 1^st year anniversary that we would switch off each year on who planned what we did for our anniversary. It made things fun. This year was her turn. My time with her was spent laying on the grass wishing I could see her. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I thought “Wendy, I would have planned a better anniversary if it were my year”

The headstone was put in not long after. I think it looks good. It is different now that her name is in stone. Granite. I think it is local granite, appropriate that if it is from the same mountain that built the temple we were sealed in. I am not certain if that’s true, but I like the thought.

I did defer med school. I am excited to get started, but this is where I need to be right now. I haven’t gone back to working just yet. Playing at Mr. Mom seems to be what I need to be doing right now and because of others kindness that buys me some time, I am able to do that for now.