My Husband Looks Hot When . . . September 19, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Exercise, Family, Little Man Dallin, My Handsome Husband, Utah , add a commentDavid has never golfed so much in his life. Since moving to Utah in May, he and his dad have golfed every week. EVERY WEEK PEOPLE. Without fail, no exceptions, no sick days, no rain checks . . . EVERY WEEK. I’m sure this is every guys dream: to have a recently retired dad to golf with during the week. For the most part, I have been very supportive of him going. I understand he needs an out, and something to take his mind off medical school. But secretly, sometimes I’m like, what the heck? You’re leaving again? I want to go to a spa every week. That ‘s the equivalent of golf to me! You golf, I’ll got to the spa . . . sounds fair.
So far, I haven’t made it to a spa. Not even once. (Well, if you count the nail salon inside Walmart where I got a pedicure for $25 from an an Asian man who doesn’t speak English . . . then I have been. However, having your feet vigorously rubbed by a man that you can’t communicate with, in a store where you can buy cereal and bicycles, isn’t my idea of a spa.)
Several times this summer, David has asked me to ride along with him while he golfs. He thought I would enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and beauty of the course. This week, Dallin and I tagged along. I had to make Dallin SWEAR he wouldn’t cry, and I SWORE I would wear Dallin in the Snugli for all 18 holes to ensure his comfort. (What else is new? I wear him all the time anyway . . .)
We did have a wonderful time. Dallin slept on me until hole 15, and then he nursed while David drove the golf cart like a crazy man looking for his stinkin’ ball.
I learned a few things while I was out golfing with David:
I can nurse anywhere, anytime, doing anything.
I can drive a golf cart while wearing my sleeping son in a Snugli
I can take lots, and lots of pictures of just about anything, and at any angle, WHILE MY SON SLEEPS ON MY PERSON.
Looking for a golf ball can be very boring.
My husband looks hot when he golfs.
My husband looks hot in a golf shirt and khakis
My husband looks hot while concentrating on hitting the ball
My husband looks hot when he swings
My husband is hot, and this is why I refer to him as my “Handsome Husband”
I probably am not that interested in learning how to play golf, (the tedious task of chasing after such a tiny ball kind of seems silly) but I do love how beautiful and quiet golf courses are, so I will certainly accompany him again. Plus, I love to see my handsome husband in action. 
This is my handsome husband. He takes the game of golf very seriously.
This is his dad, Dennis. He is also very serious about the game of golf.
This is the part (right before/during the swing) where you are supposed to be quiet. Dallin and I didn’t always comply. Not all the rules apply to us you know.
This photo almost sums up the day. LOOKING FOR THE DANG BALL.
Shush! Men trying to concentrate here.
There he goes . . . chasing after that little ball again.
Isn’t he so handsome? He is very serious about this game!
I thought this was so beautiful. The reflection of the mountain in the pond was amazing.
Glad I went. Gald Dallin was introduced to the game. I’m sure this was just the first of many golf games for him. With a dad like David, our son has no choice but to love the game.
And Then a Miracle Happened . . . September 19, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Exercise, Family, Little Man Dallin, My Handsome Husband , 6commentsI haven’t had five minutes to think to myself without the constant wail of Dallin’s crying this week. We took him to the pediatrician this week for his two month appointment and it was somewhat enlightening. First, he is a tank, which my back could have told you from carrying him around all day in the Sugli. Weighing in a 15 pounds, 5 ounces at 10 weeks old, he is in the 97th percentile. Not exactly normal for a breastfed baby. He should weigh less. The doctor seems to think he is nursing out of comfort and is obviously overeating because he is in a lot of pain. I’m not a doctor, and I could have deducted that he is “in a lot of pain” from all the screaming he does.
The doctor then told us about a possible side effect from his acid reflux medication. HEADACHES. I was all, are you freaking kidding me? It’s possible that my kid has had a headache for two months! NO WONDER HE SCREAMS! We have been giving him Tylenol like it’s candy (okay like every four hours as directed) and he seems to be doing a lot better. He still has to fall asleep in the Snugli (an issue we will be addressing in the next few days because our backs simply cannot lug him around all day FOREVER) and that is somewhat inconvenient, but QUIET for us.
David and I started a new work out program this week (I’ll post about it later) and often times we don’t get our workouts in until midnight because one of us has had to hold Dallin and help to get him to chill out while the other works out. YES, THAT IS LATE. YES WE ARE COMMITTED. YES, WE ARE CRAZY.
Last night, we had 90 minutes of power yoga to do, and we wanted to do it together (to save on time so one of us would not have to do yoga at midnight) but Dallin was little uptight about staying asleep. I have had this thought several times, and last night David voiced it for me, “Don’t you wish we had a mannequin we could set him on so we wouldn’t have to hold him?”
And then my husband, (who finds very creative solutions for everything) did this:
Dallin is sleeping. For all he knows, he is still attached to one of us, upright. David hooked the straps of the Snugli around the Bowflex machine and he is up against the couch.
See, we even covered his eyes for added comfort. (I’ll be buying him an eye mask today.) This cute little guy slept like this for two hours. More than enough time for us to do yoga (check out David in the photo in warrior pose) and relax a little.
This is why I married this man. BECAUSE HE SOLVES MY PROBLEMS. Now, if he could just figure out Dallin’s problems and solve them . . .
