Birthday Boy

Jackson fulfilled his lifelong dream over the weekend and turned 3 years old. It was a joyous time in which my son fully embraced the spoilage that is his life.

For 3 years old we had 3 parties. He had a party with his friends from school on Saturday morning at Chuck E Cheese, he had a party with the family on Saturday afternoon, and he had a party with our friends on Sunday afternoon. For the family party we decorated the house in full Thomas the Tank Engine splendor and Jackson had Engines everywhere.

At three Jackson has learned the art of opening presents (card first), expressing curiosity as to what the gift could be, exclaiming joy upon discovery of the prize, and holding the item up for pictures and show. All learned behavior and disgustingly decadent, but progress nonetheless. Jackson only had one moment in which he received a gift, didn't want to open any more, and insisted play time should begin immediately.

Thanks to all who came, gave, and shared of their time and Love. It was a wonderful weekend and Jackson will treasure it fondly.

The Arnold Family Curse

The terror has struck again. The ongoing curse of inviting family to our home for an event has struck again. The curse which in times past has claimed the life of our waterheater, water in the basement, kitchen plumbing, and automobiles reared its ugly head last night.

With the advent of family coming for Jackson's birthday weekend, our heater went out. Did I mention its winter?

Michelle spent the night in the spare bedroom with the space heater and Jackson and I slept under the down comforter. When asked this morning how Jackson liked sleeping with Dad in Mamma & Dadda's bed Jackson replied, "Daddy snored a lot and it scared me!" Oh well, better than being cold I guess.

Turns out a windy night and a backdraft caused the government mandated carbon monoxide circuit breaker to trip "Saving our lives???" and all is okay now. To boot, we even finally got our thermostat to work correctly thanks to our friend and serviceman, J.J. Miller. But we still blame the curse. Timing should never be ignored.

Dinglehopper

Tonight was a play-dough night. Jackson was more the band leader directing Mom and Dad what to make. Upon our exhaustion with the fun, Jackson took it upon himself to combine all his colors in a blob. He mangle it several times and handed it to Michelle saying, "Here Momma, I made you a Dinglehopper."

Needless to say we rolled with laughter. How our son could think of such a thing remained a mystery until I Googled the word.

In case you are wondering, its what Scuttle the seagull calls a fork. We had no idea at the time and it made for one hilarious moment.

I need a break

Sorry for not posting in awhile. The life and times of a rock n' roll star can be burdensome from time to time. And if I ever meet a rock n' roll star, I will remind them of that.

But I thought I would just lay out a few of the things we have going on these days.

Michelle has fully transitioned into her new role at H&R Block. She really didn't changes jobs as much as her job evolved into something new. Michelle has now severed her ties with the HR side of her job and grown the PR side. It was a great blessing, as is her relationship with Block. Michelle truly has one of the suitable roles anyone could ever want, and it just got better.

I am in the second to the last of my MBA courses. This is the hardest course to take in the program, its the Business Plan Seminar. My last course will thankfully only be only an elective.

I also joined a group of fellow Christians and started a lunch hour Bible Study group. We meet once a week.

Jackson is about to turn 3 in a few days and he can't wait. He is very excited and looking forward to his party.

We look forward to seeing everyone for the birthday celebration!