Time Flies!!

Where does the time go?! First off its been a while since our last blog and lots has happened so here is the overview:

Milo is 4! He can't get enough of super heros and anything that is just boys. He has even given up the kiss to mom good night saying he is to big for that sort of thing... sniff. He is starting PreK and soccer in the fall and is very excited.


Wolverine!

We have a new addition to the family. Now many may automatically conclude Karrie is pregnant again. No, no baby. But something almost as close to the heart for Brad. A Proctor 6'3". 21". 2 5/8" Falcon!!! For all of you that are not hip to the lingo a surfboard.



Milo did his Papa proud by participating in Kids Mutton Busting at the Houston's Livestock Show and Rodeo (aka riding a sheep.)




We did a little remodeling thanks to Ike and are pleased with the new bathroom and kitchen floor.



Brad and I along with Brad's brother and wife Jeff and Kari went on a surf trip to El Salvador. We had a great \interesting time, click on the link to see a list of things to learn from if you're planning a get-away that Jeff so eloquently put together from our trip. http://jeffandkari.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-salvador.html



Ollie is now a year old and I am wondering where that year went. He is constantly following his big brother around or trying to devour some dog food. No matter how many times we take it away and say no as soon as the food hits the bowl he comes running.

Galveston Halloween - more than meets the eye

Man, we haven't posted on our blog in quite some time. But I guess halloween dictates a post. We had a busy halloween down on the island this year. Thursday night brought a cold front that not only cooled off the island but brought clean surf to our island. After selling my body to science and for a friends research, I was left with a couple hundred dollars in my surfboard fund and two stitches on my left thigh from which 5 muscle biopsies were taken. Not wanting to miss good swell, I was of course out surfing early friday morning, stitches and all, on clean surf for an hour before work. Saturday continued to bring nice micro waves to our shore, perfect for surf lessons.

Rule #1 of Fatherhood: Don't try to teach your own son how to do anything, it can only end in headaches and evil eyes.

But since I'm not about to fork over serious cash to someone to teach milo how to surf, I've broken rule #1 on multiple occasions. Saturday presented yet another day of good small surf for us to practice on. I was surprised at milo's willingness to go surfing, but also to wear his wetsuit. After having dumped milo on a number of occasions, the boy prefers to "surf" by himself on his body board instead of my longboard. And the one prior time that he tried on his wetsuit, he whined that it was "choking him to death", and promptly took it off.

The boy made me proud by taking to the board in cold water and standing up on it despite shivering. Check out the video of him "shredding" the whitewash (apologizes for the bumpy camera work, apparently ollie tried to eat the camera).







After some refreshing morning surf, we headed out to the Galveston Biker Rally. Every year in october the island hosts the largest motorcycle rally in the southwest. They were estimating 500,000 visitors to the island, but I think there must have been more. We go every year to look at the bikes and kill some cochlear cells. Karrie no longer complains about a surf obsession after seeing what a real midlife crisis can lead too. Large overweight couples covered in leather balancing on very loud machines... it's not a pretty picture. Milo tried on a sweet helmet that was covered in fur and ram horns.



The main event was trick-or-treating (some how this boy got three nights of this, back in my day you only got one!) with friends from our church. Milo was Optimus Prime this year. Notice that he came in both Robot and Semi-truck forms! Milo and co. had a blast as they ran from house to house looting. All and all we had an action packed halloween on the island this year!

Like Father Like Sons

Ollie Ollie oxen free!

Well, after enduring extreme heat and humidity, Karrie was induced this morning at 7am. Today marked her 39th week and the Dr. and Karrie both agreed that it was time to get this baby out, even if the due date was still a week away. So Karrie's mom was nice enough to come down to watch Milo for us and we headed to the hospital. Sure when you are induced it lacks the experience of being able to drive 100mph to the hospital, but it also means you don't have to carry a very uncomfortable 30+ pound basketball around for another week. To make a rather long and somewhat messy story short, Karrie delivered a healthy 8 lbs 13 oz baby boy at 1:02pm today. Now I know what your thinking, how did little, tiny Karrie manage to squeeze out an almost 9 lb baby? All I can say was that there was a lot of mineral oil used and Karrie is one tough cookie. Not only did she push the little tyke out in less than 30 minutes, but she did so with a baby face up in the birthing canal.

Once the baby was out then came the really hard part... naming him. Karrie and I didn't have as hard a time naming Milo. With Milo we knew the middle name way ahead of time, and we had the first name narrowed down to two choices. So the decision was either one or the other. But with our second edition not only were we at a loss for a first name, but we also had no clue for a middle name. Karrie and I had probably three-four first names but we weren't convinced by any of them. As for middle names we felt the name should hold some personal significance for us and this year, but nothing really came to mind. So after much pacing, and hair pulling we felt the name Ollie Stoke Smith was appropriate.

Ollie was a name that Karrie and I had long considered. We both initially loved the name, but with months to procrastinate and few cheerleaders for the name itself we put the name on our list for later consideration. But having held our son, no other names seemed to match him so well. As Milo is to Milo, so will Ollie be to Ollie.

The middle name was all Karrie. She wanted a name that would invoke our feelings for Galveston, for Ike, for life. She suggested a name that could describe the same love, drive, and need I discovered for surfing this past year as well as our expectations and love that we have for life with each other and Milo and now Ollie. She suggested Stoke. For those of you that may be unfamiliar with the term, here's the Webster definition of stoke:

stoke
Pronunciation: \ˈstōk\
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): stoked; stok·ing
Etymology: Dutch stoken; akin to Middle Dutch stuken to push
Date: 1683
transitive verb
1 : to poke or stir up (as a fire) : supply with fuel
2 : to feed abundantly
3 : to increase the activity, intensity, or amount of
intransitive verb
: to stir up or tend a fire (as in a furnace) : supply a furnace with fuel

In surfing, stoke refers to "that feeling you get from nailing your first wrap or barrel, or sticking that bigspin you have been working on for months. The feeling you get whilst gliding effortlessly down the wave, when your mind forgets all your everyday worries, and its just you and the wave, and you are living just for that moment." It is not merely the joy and adrenaline one experiences from surfing, but also the peace one feels as life slows down for one perfect peel. What better describes the joy and focus that Ollie has brought into our lives.
Karrie was thinking of the term as it applies to surfing, but this year and this birth has certainly "poked and stirred and supplied our lives with fuel." Our hope is that one day Ollie will discover this same stoke for his life that we have this past year.

So without further ado, We would like to present to you, our and your Ollie Stoke Smith.

About a month ago....

Well, I keep hoping that Karrie will get around to posting about our backyard/front yard overhaul that her family helped us undertake over a month ago, but like everything we do... we get around to it eventually. Anyways, about a month ago Karrie's mom, dad, and little sister came down for a few days during spring break and helped us tear up what was left of our front and backyard. Ike really did a number on our landscaping. Trees, grass, just about everything living was killed, which left us with a salted eyesore. What began as a simple clean-up became an entire overhaul. We completely scraped out and tilled the entire backyard, which included ripping up all of the dead ginger roots that use to be our privacy wall. The entire front yard was tilled and excavated as well. Flower beds were constructed (no they have not been planted yet!), a walkway was made, grounds were leveled and filled, and sod was lain. The end result is something Karrie and I rather love, a clean (well getting there) yard. We couldn't have done it without help from Bruce and Maryann and the supreme Milo sitting skills of Mckenzie.

Chubby Jedi eat your heart out

The rise of youtube has carried many a dork into the spotlight of stardom. While for many their 15 minutes of fame is but a brief blip in our collective conscience, for some they become immortalized to become answers in pop culture trivial pursuit. I fear milo may fall short of the latter, and just be a big dork. But let's be sure of one thing, he goes all out!

Hail to the Ch(i)ef

Well, it's Mardi Gras yet again on the island, which means an annual invitation to Mona's (a coworker of mine) Mardi Gras celebration.  Every year the island has three parades on Saturday and we take Milo to our friends house right on the Seawall.  Milo has a blast watching the floats and gathering beads (no flashing, just good clean fun in the parades, get informed!) while we partake in good company and food.  This year a coworker of mine had stumbled across the much famed Bacon Explosion and suggested we contribute to the pot luck.  Well, I thought to myself how could we celebrate both mardi gras and the recent bicentennial of Abraham Lincoln's birth?

With Bacon-ham Lincoln of course!

Be warned The Emancipation Porklamation* is both patriotic and delicious.  Democracy never tasted soooo good!  Check out the pictures of both our creation and the festivities!

*deliciousness may cause heart attack and/or stroke!

Before the man went into the smoker

Carving the 16th President

Milo's bead haul

Mardi Gras Galveston

Milo Hamming it up - no pun intended