I updated the blog. Oh? You thought It'd be something riveting? scandalous? whacko? Nah. Maybe some other day (and more likely in my past), but not today.
We are now a Tivo family. We've wanted to have that silly box for a while, but the silly monthly fees were just too much to consider. Dave figured out a way around that problem. Tivo offers a lifetime subscription for each box for a flat fee. Pay that when you buy your box and then there is no monthly fee. But, if you've done any research you know that the fee or lifetime subscription add up to way more than the price of the hardware box required to use the service. (Welcome to the new economy.) We bought a Tivo box off of ebay which carried the transferrable lifetime subscription and ended up with a box which was a month old. Awesome. The box came on Thursday and my resident networking genius has us hooked up. We are still learning the finer points of using the service, but even the kids thought Dad was cool for setting up the Tivo. Best part is that we don't have to watch the commercials. I may Tivo the Superbowl and watch only the commercials though. (Did I see your eyes roll, my Pittsburgh friends?)
On Tuesday I had a monumental day. Why? William was a model citizen. In fact, at the end of the day I teared up as I told Dave story after story of how mature he was all day. My goodness, I think the boy is becoming -- dare I say it? -- well behaved. The highlight of the day was when he browsed through our public library so casually picking out books like he had a starbucks to enjoy. Following that he stood still I as filled out his paperwork for his very first library card and he signed his own name. (The little guy has never stopped being a hurricane long enough for me to ever do that for him.) I looked over at dinner that night and he still had the card in his 4 year old hands while eating. My heart nearly burst for him. Simple things really are the reward of parenting. That day God gave me hope for the boy that I adore.
Tomorrow, after church, we are going to get Grace's 18 month photos taken. She turned 18 months last week and I think you'll be shocked at how much that baby look has disappeared. Please think of us around 1 pm EST. We may need your prayers...and I'm not kidding. Photos are another special part of parenting. I'm not sure you can consider them a reward though. At least not until the photo is in the envelope to grandparents.