Category Archives: Family
I had mentioned in the previous post that one of the things I really want to get back to is creating things. Making things. And thus far in 2019 I’m off to a pretty good start. We built some under the stair shelves that turned out pretty great. Not necessarily perfect, but I’m more than satisfied given the talent and tools that I had available.
Overall since the holidays have wrapped up, I’ve been in a pretty good place mentally. It’s so easy to stop and think about all the things you want to do, or want to have, then get sad that you don’t have them, or convince yourself that you’ve made the wrong choices to get where you are. I think that’s a little short sighted.
Problem is that line of thinking has no end. It’s a game with no way to win. For example. I want to build and make things, I also want to spend time with my family and have fun watching the kids grow up. I want to fix up and restore the black car and the Jeep. I want to play more games and get through some of them that I really enjoy. I want to go see family more. I want to ride ATVs. I want to play D&D more. I want to go on vacations. I want to study Spanish. I want to stay home.
Choosing to do any one of those things, takes away from all of the others. It’s the opportunity cost of making your choice. Everything you choose to do comes at the cost of whatever else you COULD have done instead. But I refuse to feel bad about these choices. Because the option to do ALL of them was never an option at all. You are only one person that can be in one place at a time. To be disappointed that you can’t be everywhere with unlimited resources at all times is something silly to be upset about.
I’m putting my best effort into being thankful for the opportunities that I have to do any number of things. To not be resentful of the experiences that I couldn’t have, but rather to be grateful for those that I did.
Not a long blog this time around. Just a couple pictures of running around last night. Andrea was stuck working, and Luke had put on his calendar over the weekend that today was the day to go to the park. So we loaded up for a little cruise into town and decided to take the back roads.
Andrea had just washed a ton of mud off the Jeep from a muddy ride we took together on Saturday. And we happened to hit a couple small puddles on our way into town. Don’t worry, I cleaned up my mess, haha.
The park was PACKED. Was a bit refreshing to see. People say kids don’t play outside anymore, but there was no shortage of all ages this evening. Little itty bity babies, litter than Emma. All the way up to the jerk teenagers. Saw one kid tackle a girl to steal her Takis. A kid three or four years older than Luke took great pleasure in out running Lucas all over the playground playing “tag”. I didn’t mind though. Luke went out pretty early.
Kids can sure be jerks though. And it’s a little tough to explain why to Lucas sometimes, because I really don’t know. Heck usually the kids don’t know why they are mean. One boy called Lucas a baby. Luke was fairly concerned because he knew he wasn’t a baby, and it was important to him that this other kid knew that. But the other boy was just trying to rile Luke up. Instead of getting upset, Luke just followed this kid around the playground for about 10 minutes explaining how, objectively, he was not infact, a baby. Haha.
So since the last post, we’ve finally found some time to work on the ATVs…. my parents took the kids for a weekend, and Andrea and I did what I’m sure all free parents do, spend some time working in the shop together! Haha. At times we even felt a little bit guilty enjoying our temporary “freedom”.
Out of the three ATVs we own, only one ran. With it being really too cold to ride, winter is supposedly a good time to work on them. But man is it so hard with young kids. Luke is getting old enough that he could actually be helpful, but I struggle with getting him interested. He’s on board for a hot minute, then he’s begging to go do something else. I don’t want to force the kid. I mean, heck it might just not be his thing. But at six years old, do you even have a “thing” yet? I just don’t want him to end up hating it I guess.
Emma for sure is less than interested unless she can hold it and stick it in her mouth. That’s probably appropriate though when you’re nine months old. However with Andrea being full time Mom all day, I like to come home and kinda take over as caretaker at least until the kids go to bed. Give her a little bit of a breather and some sanity. So I feel super guilty even when she encourages me to go work on… well anything outside of the house.
After bed times are finally over it’s about 9PM. I look at the clock, think about some of the other things I want to do, play a game, watch a show, actually have an adult conversation with my wife… then I usually convince myself that there’s not even really enough time to get started on anything, and end up doing mostly nothing. Then I feel pretty disgusted with myself all around.
So it was nice that Andrea and I both were able to be out there working together. She was able to change the engine and transmission oil on her Honda. I finally finished putting back together the engine on the Arctic Cat, and much to my surprise, it actually started and ran! I think I have a few more adjustments to make on the clutch, but it drives! We got more done in one day than we have so far all winter!
That’s not to say I don’t love my children, I most definitely do! I was so happy to see them when they got back. It’s just that everything takes a lot longer. It’s hard to look at your list of things and not get discouraged with yourself, or feel “lazy” when in reality, you’ve HAVE been busy, doing OTHER important things. I keep telling Andrea that there will be a day in the not incredibly distant future where we will wish they were coming to us more, wanting to jabber and jabber for ever, wanting to play with us, and trusting that we can fix all the problems in the world. The challenge for now is to appreciate it. And I think probably also later, to not pretend that it was all only beautiful and without its own challenge and sacrifice.
It’s hard, being a parent, finding a balance between your identity and “parent”. But I think in the words of Jimmy Dugan, “The hard is what makes it great”.
Man, time really does fly. I was talking to Mom last night and realized I haven’t been back out to Cimarron since June and here it is September. It doesn’t seem like that much time has passed, and I couldn’t really tell you exactly what’s been taking up all that time between then and now.
Luke is growing and changing every day it seems like. He’s really gotten into Hot Wheels cars. We all have around the house I guess. Andrea has been cataloging them all on the Hot Wheels website, I’ll even find myself in the store alone looking for cars he doesn’t have. Getting harder and harder to do!
We have a lot of that orange track, and Luke got one of those big tower launchers for his birthday, so we set it up and have a lot of fun drag racing them, or setting up a course to run them through and seeing which cars make it the farthest. Luke gets so into it. It’s serious business to him and he has a blast. Andrea has a hard time because sometimes she comes up with rules (like the car that finishes first wins) and Luke isn’t so much about following anyone else’s rules but his own (which change on a whim). But playing with cars is always a fun time for all of us no matter what.
I’ve been playing some games. Mostly Mario Kart 8 and Guild Wars 2. I haven’t written much about Mario Kart 8 here yet. A lot of what I feel about the game is an echo of what I’ve already written about for Mario Kart 7. The two games are VERY similar. The biggest difference being the amount of detail in the graphics for Mario Kart 8. It is an absolutely beautiful game. Oh, and I finally got my Royal Raceway re-make. =)
I played some Mario Kart 64 last night before I went to bed, it was a bit alarming how I had gotten used to the way the new game plays and took some getting used to to get back into the swing of things on Mario Kart 64. I wasn’t breaking any records, but the old N64 stuff comes back to the top pretty quickly.
I’ve slacked off a bit in completing FFX-HD. I’m quite close to the end, I need to just power through. But I’ve gotten to a stage where I’ve been power leveling up my characters a bit so there hasn’t been a lot of action and I need to come back and push forward in the story. Then on to play FFX-2-HD. A game I haven’t played since I beat it the first time. I’m probably more excited to replay that one than the first!
And I’m finally closing in on the completion of my personal story in Guild Wars 2. It’s only taken 2 years… After that there’s still a ton of content to play. It’s a fun game and there is still so much to explore and see, when I have like 6 solid hours to kill on a Saturday, it’s a great way to soak that up, but that just doesn’t happen as much as I wish it would!
So that’s a very vague update. I’m getting a new phone this week which will be nice because I’ll be able to take some more spontaneous photos and use twitter more often. It’s just an exercise in frustration with my current phone. And those pictures are always great for enhancing the blog posts here, so I’m looking forward to that a lot!
But for now, lunch break over and back to work!
My Grandpa Frank passed away last week. We rushed up to Topeka after hearing he was going into emergency heart surgery. Unfortunately we got the call about 30 minutes away that he didn’t make it.
I spent a good amount of time between then and now thinking about the time I got to spend with him. I’m blessed to have so many great memories with him from when I was just a little kid, all the way to seeing him be GREAT Grandpa for my son.
Walking around his farm this past week was so eerie. Do you have any place in the world where you go and feel completely safe and comfortable? That has always been the farm for me. For me it’s always been a place where nothing bad happens. But now you look around at so many things Grandpa touched or built and it was difficult to imagine that he wasn’t coming back. There was a wrench laying next to his generator that he used to take the battery off and put it on the charger just days earlier. He didn’t even put the wrench away, because I’m sure he thought he would just be back to put it back on anyway. We placed it back on the wall where it hung with the rest of the set… just little things like that got me all week long. So many signs that made it look like he’d be right back.
As a kid we would visit the farm all the time. We would come back every summer for sure for Vacation Bible School. Grandpa would take me over to Seneca sometimes for coffee with the guys, and that really made me feel like a grown up, even if I was only six or seven years old.
When birthdays would roll around, it was Grandpa Frank’s duty to give out the spankin’s. One for each year and of course… one to grow on. It was an event filled with laughter, but grandpa’s spankin’s weren’t exactly pain free either!
He would always be out doing chores while I played outside with some of Dad’s old toys or swung on the swing. He would putt by on one of his tractors and I never really gave much thought to what he was actually doing, other than “his chores”. I rode with him one day to go check on some cattle and we stopped by a bush on the pasture and picked berries and ate them right off the bush.
Grandpa Frank always enjoyed playing games with my sister and me. Though he was ruthless. One of our favorites was croquet. We’d set all the wickets up next to the house and if Grandpa got the chance, he’d knock your ball clean out of the yard. Then he would laugh heartily. If you tried to do the same to him he would declare, “Hey! That’s dirty croquet!” At the time I thought he was just provoking me, and don’t get me wrong, Grandpa always enjoyed beating you. But the thing was, if you gave Grandpa the opportunity to beat you, he would take it every time. So eventually you learn to play whatever game you happen to be playing with him in a way, that you didn’t give him a chance to win. And he made you better.
I can think of endless other stories as I write this. The part that makes me proud though, is that to me: he was Grandpa. But Frank Althouse was so much more than a grandpa. He made an impact on so many people besides myself. Whether as a husband, a father, or a friend. He was more than even I got to know. And I think that’s pretty special to think that that great man was my Grandpa.
Last week and this week we’ve been doing swimming lessons with Luke. The goal isn’t to get a 2 year old to swim, but more so get them comfortable around water and be safe. But today he actually got to swim in the “deep” end by himself with a floaty kick stick (with mom right next to him) and he got to go down the water slide all by himself! What a big boy!
What an awesome day! My Mom got Luke and us all tickets to A Day Out With Thomas for this past weekend. Luke is huge into trains, and most prominently, Thomas the Tank Engine. Little Guy could watch the same ones over and over again for hours. We have fun playing with all his little toy trains and making them talk to each other. But this event really brought it all to life.
I didn’t really know what to expect. If anything I figured it would be kinda like a “car show” for trains, with Thomas being the centerpiece. Well Thomas was the centerpiece, but there was so much more to do that walk around and look at trains. There were fire trucks there, a petting zoo, inflatables to play on, great food (for kids and grown-ups), toys and entertainment for all the kids. I was really impressed by it all. We spent about 5 hours there and Luke never was bored and cried when we had to leave.
It couldn’t have been any cooler. Thomas took a 5 car train for a 25 minute ride which was basically down a stretch of track and back. But we made it a point to get in line early so we could sit RIGHT BY THOMAS. We waited in line for probably 45 minutes before our departure time, but it was completely worth it. Luke was at the front of the train as close as you could possibly get while Thomas was pulling us down the track. I feel like if it were me, I would have felt a little disappointed if I was way in the back where you couldn’t even see him. We had fun pretending to talk to Thomas and just taking in the ride.
I really enjoyed it too. Everything was just so neat and perfectly set up for kids Luke’s age. There were a bunch of tables with toy trains for them to play with, temporary tattoos and lots of little freebies. He even got a whistle that sounds just like Thomas’s whistle from the show. I don’t remember anything this cool and authentic when I was a kid aside from maybe, Disney Land. And it was cool seeing Luke get to soak it all up.
So thanks to Mom for the tickets, and to Andrea’s sister Michelle and her family for letting us crash at their place just a short drive from the event. It was worth it in so many ways!
It feels kinda weird, yesterday and today not doing much productive around the house. I suppose there’s a few things I could busy myself with, like organizing the garage, or getting the old server stuff migrated over to some new hardware. Nothing critical though, and instead I’ve spent my time watering the grass and playing Minecraft.
There’s a lot of work that needs done, but it’s all in a holding pattern right now. The Cutlass is at the transmission shop right now getting rebuilt. The Jeep needs to be looked at next. The Toronado is ready for ball joints, but I only have half of them, the other half should come in tomorrow. Don’t get me started on the long list of stuff the Black Car needs. The Toro obviously has kinda just been sitting there a while, but the Jeep and Cutlass both kinda all happened at the same time. It’s a giant sucking sound to the bank account… but oh well. Just a setback, nothing more. Small potatoes in the grand scheme of what’s important in life.
So I sorta feel like I’m procrastinating if I kick back and game a bit. But in reality, I couldn’t get much done right now in the automotive realm if I wanted to. So the only real procrastinating I’m doing is by NOT gaming. I keep talking all the time about how I don’t have as much time to play games as I would like to, so if I don’t take advantage of that now, I’m being a bit hypocritical.
So I’m off to play some more FFX-HD. What a fantastic game. This is probably my 4th playthrough of the game and it’s totally time well spent. Even with the backlog I have piling up. Oh yeah. I need to update my Backloggery. Welp, add that to the list!
I leave you with this video of Luke playing Duck Hunt for the first time. =)
I really can’t believe how fast this little guy is growing up. We were heading home from Wichita on Sunday and about halfway Luke was getting quite restless. I had my 3DS with me so I asked him if he wanted to water some flowers in Animal Crossing. “OH YEAH!” he said.
So I got the game started for him. Got it all set up. And he pretty much took over. The part I can’t believe is how much he can do for himself. Together we’ve probably only spent maybe an hour or 90 minutes with Animal Crossing. But he knows how to walk around, switch his tools, paint on the patterns and open the chat and type letters. All on his own.
It kept him satisfied for a good 30 minutes or so, but he was without a nap all day and started to get frustrated. I asked for the 3DS and told him he needed to take a break because he was getting frustrated.
“I don’t want to take a break!,” he screamed.
“You need a break because you are getting frustrated,” I reiterated.
“I don’t want to be frustrated!” he sobbed.
It was a little sad, but mostly cute. It reminded me of the first time I got to play a Nintendo at one of Mom’s friend’s house when I was just a kid around 5 or 6 years old. I didn’t want to leave and wanted to stay and play so bad I remember crying.
Tonight we played some Super Mario 64 and I made him do all the work. I’d give him instructions like, “go left” or “push A” and most of the time he’d figure it out. He’s not going to be saving princesses anytime soon… or is he? Don’t blink, I tell ya.