The Haps on the Craps

Just a little update on the happenings in the Green household. As most of you know, my parents have been gracious enough to let our little family stay with them for the foreseeable future, and this experience has actually been about as good as we could have hoped for. Grandpa and Mimi are always quick to take Eva when we need a little help or when we need a night off to spend alone. It's also fun just to be with the folks.

The other day was my 29th birthday (I can't believe how old I am). Anyway, Mom and Dad took Audra and me to the local Rodizio Grill for all the meat we could handle. It was a pricey meal, but it was nice. I must have eaten a couple pounds of beef, which tends to work wonders on my digestive system.


No, these aren't strangers in this next picture. I've just gained a little weight and have been faithfully attending the tanning salon.


I also got these fancy schmancy hiking boots. I intend to use them to conquer some Colorado fourteeners this summer. I'm ashamed to admit that I grew up in Colorado and have never summitted on of our infamous peaks.


In other family news, Eva has been sick the last week. She had a constant fever and was incredibly fussy all the time. Audra ended up taking her to the doctor to try and get a diagnosis, and they did all sorts of unpleasant things to her. They first checked her ears to see if she had an infection, but meant cleaning out her ears with a little metal hook thing. She responded by screaming bloody murder. For those of you that haven't heard Eva cry, you have no idea how loud it is. The nurses that were present when she was born were in awe of her set of pipes. So, after the ears turned out to be clear, they checked her for a UTI (urinary tract infection). How did they do this, you ask? They stuck a catheter up her hoo ha to get a urine sample. She absolutely loved that. That test came back positive so she was prescribed an antibiotic, which the doctor said might make her vomit.


Naturally, she threw up massive quantities while I was feeding her. My pants were soaked with white goodness, and I felt like I'd peed my pants when I walked away. The next night when she took it she didn't throw up until she was laying in bed. When we went to check on her she was swimming in a pool of slop. Poor thing. But the next day she seemed back to old self, and we're very grateful.

Here she is, happy as a clam.

In the meantime, Audra is currently training for a her second half-marathon which she'll be running in Moab, Utah next month. She's pretty dedicated and certainly has more discipline than I do. I hope Eva follows her mother's example.


This last picture is of my dad. The other night he decided that all the carpet in the house needed to be shampooed. He looked so impressive that I decided to capture the moment forever.

The Anatomy of a Mustache

I can't believe my last post to this blog was in November of last year. I need not say that I'm lazy; that goes without saying. Since I'm just about the only male I know that makes posts to the family blog I guess I got a bit embarrassed. Pretty much all of Audra's friends blog like crazy and they use it in place of their scrapbooking. Audra, however, does not know how to post but she keeps saying she wants to learn. Until then, I'll be resuming my duties of being the family poster.

That being said, I have the right to post whatever I want. Normally one (Audra) wouldn't consider having a mustache a noteworthy happening in the life of this little family. But, I disagree. If you have read this blog before, you may have remembered a post I made a little over a year ago regarding one of my attempts to grow a mustache. Well, the images you're about to see are much different. This mustache, friends, is 100% real and 100% awesome.

Warning: These images are not for the faint of heart. Ladies, if you think mustaches are gross, tough.

The first image is the precursor to any good mustache, the full beard. I must say that I enjoyed having the beard. It's a great manifestation of pure testosterone.


The next images are the final result of the mustache building process. Notice that all my poses are what a typical cool guy with a mustache would do. Dudes with mustaches don't smile, unless they're from the 70s.



I hope this post has been sufficiently extravagant to make up for the lack of posting to this blog during the last few months. I promise to be better, but probably won't. But that doesn't matter to the casual blog reader that only checks in once every few months.