Jen is just a week and 1/2 away from her due date. Since we are in the final stretch, I stayed home from the Thanksgiving Telemark Camp to be close to home and help Jen with Amelie.
Today, my mom and Molly took Jen out for a hike and a massage (since they had both forgotten her baby shower) and Amelie and I stayed home and baked pink and purple cupcakes. Amelie was so excited about giving her cupcakes to Tom and Mandy and mom and Molly that she shook when we handed them to Tom and she cried and threw a fit when she woke up from her nap to find that my mom and Molly had already been by. It was touching to see that her biggest excitement in regard to making cup cakes was giving them to people.
Before her nap we went and took a hot tub and swim at River Valley Ranch. In the hot tub I found an Aspen leaf and said "look, what a pretty Aspen Leaf!" She responded with "No, that's a Carbondale Leaf"!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
The Beginning
It is fathers day, Sunday June 15th 2008. It is hard to know where to start a journal, because every time I do I think of all the things that have happened that I haven't written about and think I should and then never get started.
The need to write seemed time to start when Amelie, who is 2 and 1/2 kept saying delightful things, in this case about my parents new white fluff ball of a golden retreaver, like:
"Ruby bites like a dinosaur"
and mistaking Ruby Tuesday for Ruby Wednesday.
Thus I begin from Martha's Vineyard, where, after 10 years, I finally discovered the flyfishing possibilities on the island. After getting many great hints from Franz Froelicker about where and how to fish from shore for striped bass, I brought the whole set up, only to find, as I unpacked my rod case, that only 2 out of 4 pieces of the rod where in there.
With a little birthday help from Jen, Bruce, and Genevieve, I purchased my first true saltwater flyrod and reel, a 10 weight, and began the quest of North Eastern salt water flyfishing.
As of this writing, I have had many fishless days and one nice day out in the boat with Bruce where I hooked into 4 striped bass and landed two. I also mannaged to loose my cell phone as it dropped out of my shirt pocket into Vineyard Sound as I released a blue fish of Bruce's.
This trip has also been defined by getting off the couch and getting into shape for our first Big Mountain Telemark Camp in Portillo. It feels good to have sore legs, as the first runs and bike rides have begun to wake them up. Each run and ride has been followed by a cold dip in the ocean, and I have enjoyed the daily ritual.
Valerie and Kevin came yesterday, who I have not seen in four years, and their two children, Nicko and Anna, who are 2 and 4, are a delight. We enjoyed a great day at the Mink Meadow's beach where the three kids played endlessly in the sand.
Amelie loves to ride on my back in the ocean, which still has its spring chill. We go out, she tries to climb as far up my back as possible, and bounce and swim in the waves.
The need to write seemed time to start when Amelie, who is 2 and 1/2 kept saying delightful things, in this case about my parents new white fluff ball of a golden retreaver, like:
"Ruby bites like a dinosaur"
and mistaking Ruby Tuesday for Ruby Wednesday.
Thus I begin from Martha's Vineyard, where, after 10 years, I finally discovered the flyfishing possibilities on the island. After getting many great hints from Franz Froelicker about where and how to fish from shore for striped bass, I brought the whole set up, only to find, as I unpacked my rod case, that only 2 out of 4 pieces of the rod where in there.
With a little birthday help from Jen, Bruce, and Genevieve, I purchased my first true saltwater flyrod and reel, a 10 weight, and began the quest of North Eastern salt water flyfishing.
As of this writing, I have had many fishless days and one nice day out in the boat with Bruce where I hooked into 4 striped bass and landed two. I also mannaged to loose my cell phone as it dropped out of my shirt pocket into Vineyard Sound as I released a blue fish of Bruce's.
This trip has also been defined by getting off the couch and getting into shape for our first Big Mountain Telemark Camp in Portillo. It feels good to have sore legs, as the first runs and bike rides have begun to wake them up. Each run and ride has been followed by a cold dip in the ocean, and I have enjoyed the daily ritual.
Valerie and Kevin came yesterday, who I have not seen in four years, and their two children, Nicko and Anna, who are 2 and 4, are a delight. We enjoyed a great day at the Mink Meadow's beach where the three kids played endlessly in the sand.
Amelie loves to ride on my back in the ocean, which still has its spring chill. We go out, she tries to climb as far up my back as possible, and bounce and swim in the waves.
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