***For some reason I didn't post this blog. So I'll post it now...
Hello there.
It's been 3 months since my last post and it just feels like the right time to do another one.
I'm sure everyone knows that will read this, but I am back in Kansas, back at Wamego Country Club (with a real job title), and at this current moment, really enjoying myself. My first night back here I saw a friend for the first time since I left. His first words, "I thought you said you weren't coming back."...Good to be home.
The only bad part about coming back was I had to leave the Little's. I was talking to Meg a couple of days ago, and I told her it really didn't hit me that I wasn't going to be back in Texas soon until a week ago.
I went to Austin with two goals in mind.
#1) Get a good job out of the experience...check.
#2) To be without a doubt, Annie, Luke, Stella, and Sam's favorite older cousin...Put a big check by that one.
Something I never noticed while I was there, but I was on a regular schedule everyday.
7:00 Wake up/Go to work
8-4 Work
4:00 Back at the house, talk to Meg
4:30 Stella wakes up from her nap and realizes that big guy that will carry her anywhere she wants is back...and there is a dog outside to go see.
6:00 Nate returns to the house from work and Little family time begins. This is when I would retreat to the "game room" to cram as much dvr'd material in as fast as possible.
6:10 Hear baby signing time intro start up and unconsciously end up back in the living room. It's like a fly being attracted to light. I had a problem.
6:30-8 Dinner, baths, playtime and off to bed for Stella and Sam.
8-10 This is when Nate would get back to work on his business, and Meg would be working on her photographs, and I would sit between them laughing like a jack ass. "HA! Did you see that?! That was the funniest thing I've ever seen! HA! Did you see that?!" They humored me, which I appreciated. "That's great Jord. Would you look at that." All without looking up at the screen. They really are ahead of their time at being great parents.
Then basically rinse and repeat the next day. Throw in a trivia night at the tavern with some friends on Wednesdays, and the rare venture down to 6th street, and my weekly regimen was complete.
It's been rough getting out of the routine. I spend a lot of afternoons in the backyard staring at Bob, tapping the side of my leg (sign for dog), and quietly saying bob, bob, bob (Stella's word for dog)...I have a problem.
