Family
Double header this past weekend in between World Cup matches. 🍿
Watched:
Finished the entire saga with the boys. It holds up as a complete story even as some films fell short.
Lot of great shots from the weekend but this one is my favorite.
The son of wife’s childhood friend watches the fireworks. You can see the crowd in the foreground. Big city fireworks make the news but it’s small towns and suburbs that epitomize the celebrations of Independence Day.
A week and half of family time and gratitude
My professional life might be going sideway right now—long story for another day—but the last week and half has been full of good family fun. The weekend before last my wife and I called an audible and took the kids to the US Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio. It’s about an hour from Columbus, very close to the Buc-ee’s. We of course stopped to get our fill before the Europeans discovered the glory and greatness of that august American institution.
The USAF Museum is wonderful. At over a quarter mile in length, covering four large hangers, it is impossible to see everything in one visit. We wanted to take the kids to a Star Wars fighters. The exhibit has a tie-fighter and x-wing at life-side scale.
I really enjoyed the World War II displays; and my wife, usually indifferent about military things, pestered me questions about aircraft design. My boys, however, out gunned her (pun intended) with their rapid fire questions about planes, rockets, bombs, and everything a 7 and 10 year old can imagine. At the end of a very fast three hour visit, we surpassed ten thousand steps.
We followed up that weekend with time at the pool and then, last Tuesday, finally made it to Dime-a-Dog Night at the Columbus Clippers. We ordered 30 hot dogs and took more home than we ate, but perhaps on account that our friends who joined us gave us their leftovers. If asked to list how many I ate, I will plead the fifth. But the kids did not go hungry that night.
This weekend was an epic packed weekend. On Friday we had back-to-back events, watching the USMNT game at Columbus Commons and then met the Thunderbirds at the National Veterans Memorial and Museum. Commons was packed and we couldn’t get a good view of the giant screens. So we left at the half to finish at a local brewery that had the game and an outdoor seating area for families to watch. My 10 year old is starting to get into soccer. I was happy to oblige his budding interest.
Later that night, my kids met the 2026 Thunderbirds. My 5 year old was especially interested in meeting the “girl pilots”. They were so kind to her and bent down to talk to her at her level. I bet they did that for all the kids, but it makes for a special memory for kids when their heroes meet them where they are.
Saturday was my 12th anniversary with my wife. Between the newborn, my dad’s death in February, and the uncertainty about the future, we didn’t plan for a big weekend away. Instead we took the kids to see Toy Story 5 in the morning followed by a quick meet up with a friend from college who was in town (I’ve not seen him in 15-ish years). And then my sister-in-law watched the big kids while my wife and I went to dinner.
Toy Story was great. I was hopeful but worried that it wouldn’t hold up. So many franchises stumble and the odds of making a dud grow higher with each iteration. I was much relieved. My wife and I weren’t expecting the big reveal that reminded us of Paco. (No spoilers but IYKYK). But man did we cry.
Dinner was great. We went to the restaurant that we visited for our first anniversary. We moved a few months later for me to finish my PhD and haven’t been back. And since we might have to move again soon, we wanted to ensure we snuck this in. It was a surreal experience to be back after eleven years, fifth kid in tow. The manager paid for our dessert which made the night extra special.
Not to be outdone, since Sunday was Father’s Day my kids wanted to something for me. So they got to “surprise” me by taking me to the Air Show at Rickenbacker Air Force Base. And by “surprise”, I mean I bought the tickets and pretended to be surprised when my kids told me on Sunday morning. We had a blast. My wife stayed home—we thought it would be too loud for the baby—so it was just me and the big kids. My old Air Guard unit was there with a plane I used to work on. My daughter made us go back a second time so she could see “daddy’s plane.” I chatted with a few of the current maintainers who knew some of my old colleagues who were still in the unit.
I buried my father today.
Saint Patrick’s Day parade in Dublin Ohio.
And later we were part of the world’s largest “human shamrock”
It’s Ash Wednesday. My father died this morning. He was a good man, and a great dad. Stoic to the end, he was in good spirits when I spoke with him on Monday.
Last year, Paco died on Ash Wednesday.
If you haven’t had to shovel snow in slacks and loafers because the city did a second round of snow removal while you were at work, well then you haven’t really lived.
10 degrees, stomach flu, and a foot of snow. It’s not a solution but I’m drinking a hot toddy while watching Gaby’s Dollhouse with the 5-year old.
Few things are as joyous as surprising your collegiate best friend, in person over beers, that you moved back.
Took all day to load the trailer. One last family photo before we left for good. Lot of tears. We’re going to miss this place.
Last year, I took this snapshot of Paco while we waited in line for Santa at a farm that does holiday events. It was a moment of peaceful calm for my otherwise very energetic boy.
This year, my wife took the kids to the same event last minute. My oldest had his siblings recreate it for me.
Arizona in December…
… where it’s sunny, 80 degrees, and the city pool event is Swimming with Santa.
I had my second jiujitsu competition yesterday; I lost both fights but I wasn’t there to win, I was there for Paco.
The bracket with small groups works out that I still got bronze. My friend/mentor from the academy snapped this one for me.
Paco’s been gone nine months, today. Miss that kiddo so, so very much.
Last year, Paco got a plunger at the Thanksgiving parade; this year, his sibling made sure they got their own, and so of course they were in our family pic for the year.
Paco loved Thanksgiving. And while we have so much for which to be grateful, there is also a giant hole of love without him. Last year he won that plunger on Thanksgiving and every day after it became his sword, magic wand, scepter.
Today, I’ll have it with me.
My heart hurts today.
We went to ASU’s homecoming parade and the Missus got her dream come true (after six years of waiting): a family photo on Palm Walk:
“Forks Up” Sundevils.
Starting a hard week. Today is five months since Paco died, and Thursday is his 8th birthday.
I miss that guy so much.
Somehow my 4yo or 6yo figured out how to order “The Three Little Pigs” on Audiobook via Alexa.
The 9yo is teaching his little sister (4.5), “Take me out to the ball game.” My heart is full. ⚾️