But so far I think I'm doing OK as a dad, so that's good.
The boy is doing great. He is such a happy and seemingly well adjusted baby! My wife and I have often commented to each other how lucky we are to have such an "easy" baby.
He has not been without his tough evenings, but most of them so far seem to be linked to being "over tired". This is a phenomenon that many non-parents know nothing about, but trust me when I tell you it is for real. There is a very small nap window/schedule that seems like if you miss it you are destined for a fussy baby that will scream himself silly rather than fall asleep. I think that we are getting a better feel for the schedule that we can keep him on to avoid these nights but things do seem to change often. We have also found that in these over tired times he is better off staying awake through the crankiness and then putting him to bed around his normal time again.
Last month we went on our first "Road Trip" as a family. My sister flew into town from Hawaii on Thursday and on Friday the four of us drove up to Elk Grove for my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary. The trip wasn't too bad, but the boy definitely was a bit out of sorts by the time we arrived. It was actually my sister who got car sick about an hour outside of LA. She was pretty embarrassed, it reminded me of when we were kids. The party was lots of fun and Grandma and Grandpa enjoyed it quite a bit. We bought Beatles Rock band and played quite a few songs during the party. My sister really loved it and is trying to find an excuse to buy it for her and my mom in Hawaii. After Elk Grove we spent a couple of days up in Oakland with my wife's sister and her family. My brother-in-law and I went to the Chargers vs. Raiders game on Monday night, he got us tickets to the luxury box. Nice hook up. The Raider nation is an interesting group of folks. Then Tuesday night I met my cousin at a Giants game in the city, where he has season tickets. That was my first time in AT&T park. Great stadium. We had lunch that afternoon at a restaurant that we love called Chiopinos. After Oakland we drove to Lake Tahoe and stayed at the in-laws' place in Incline Village. It was very nice, but too short of a time. We left Friday evening and drove at night to Bishop and due to a festival in town there was a shortage of hotels so we had to stay in a La Quinta suites (very run down) for 160 a night. We finished the drive to LA on Saturday morning. We figured out that by breaking the trip up like that the baby did much better.
Then on Sunday I met my friends Shawn and Heather in San Diego for the Chargers vs. Ravens game. 3 games in 1 week. How lucky am I. I really can't wait until I can take my son to games with me! Not sure what the right age is to expose a boy to the Raider Nation though. Luckily I've got some time to think about that one...
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
All Smiles
I am sure that the feeling is not uncommon to parents all over the world, but let me just start off by saying; our son is quite possibly the cutest baby I've ever seen!
He is now almost 8 weeks old. He first started smiling about a week or two ago, but has in the last couple of days been smiling much more. He smiles when you touch his upper lip and today he was the smiliest I've ever seen him even cooing loudly in what seemed to be the first signs of laughter. It was quite a moment for a parent to share that interaction with your baby.
For the past couple of weeks he has seemed to get more into a schedule for going to bed at night. This has been a great relief to his mother and I. He still seems to get a bit fussy in the evenings, but we (to the credit of my wife) have had success with instituting a bedtime routine that includes bathing, massaging (although I'm still not convinced of the necessity of that one and it seems my wife is beginning to question whether he likes it or not either) and singing before putting him down for the night.
It is amazing to me how my priorities have slowly begun to shift. This was not something that changed instantly for me (I am guessing that I am either more stubborn or more honest than those who say that the change in them was instantaneous). But the truth is where I first wondered when I would have time to do all of the things that I used to do before being a father, I recently have more of a desire to spend time with my wife and child than to constantly do the activities that I used to. This is not to say that I don't still enjoy time at the beach or having beers with my buddies (because I do still feel that my wife has been great at allowing me to still do these things) but in truth I now find myself enjoying just interacting with my smiling son as much as these other things.
He is now almost 8 weeks old. He first started smiling about a week or two ago, but has in the last couple of days been smiling much more. He smiles when you touch his upper lip and today he was the smiliest I've ever seen him even cooing loudly in what seemed to be the first signs of laughter. It was quite a moment for a parent to share that interaction with your baby.
For the past couple of weeks he has seemed to get more into a schedule for going to bed at night. This has been a great relief to his mother and I. He still seems to get a bit fussy in the evenings, but we (to the credit of my wife) have had success with instituting a bedtime routine that includes bathing, massaging (although I'm still not convinced of the necessity of that one and it seems my wife is beginning to question whether he likes it or not either) and singing before putting him down for the night.
It is amazing to me how my priorities have slowly begun to shift. This was not something that changed instantly for me (I am guessing that I am either more stubborn or more honest than those who say that the change in them was instantaneous). But the truth is where I first wondered when I would have time to do all of the things that I used to do before being a father, I recently have more of a desire to spend time with my wife and child than to constantly do the activities that I used to. This is not to say that I don't still enjoy time at the beach or having beers with my buddies (because I do still feel that my wife has been great at allowing me to still do these things) but in truth I now find myself enjoying just interacting with my smiling son as much as these other things.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Relativity
One month in and all's well! Actually I'm kind of confused as to how to tell people the babies age at this point. Born July 7, his 4 week birthday was Tuesday 8/4 but I would assume we have to wait until Friday the 7th to say he's one month. Who knows for sure?
This past weekend was a regular whirlwind of family visitors all coming to get their looks at the baby. It started Thursday when Sydney's cousin and his family stopped by on their layover from the East Coast on their way to New Zealand. They are really great people and we enjoy when they stop in. They have two children (2, 4) who were kind enough to give us a couple of sneak peaks in what we may have in store for us in the years to come. Then on Friday morning, early, my Mom arrived from her home in Hawaii (she would like the baby to call her Tutu, the Hawaiian for Grandma) for her first chance to meet her first Grandchild. She was beside herself with joy and other new feelings for the entire weekend and actually seemed to fall more in love with the baby the longer she was here.
Then Friday around lunch time my Dad arrived with my Grandparents and my aunt. My dad brought us a bottle of Jameson's whiskey as a gift. We didn't get a chance to ask him if we should drink it now or save it for Jameson to come of age... This was the first chance for my aunt to meet the baby. This was also one of the rare times that my Mom and Dad have been together since the divorce. It was really great to see them be able to drop their personal differences and both enjoy their grandchild. Grandma and Grandpa were both very pleased by the fact that we had given the boy the middle name Henry. It is my grandfather's name, his father's name and his grandfather's name (in hind sight it is kind of surprising that it is not my father's name as well, but I guess he thought better of it back in the 50's).
We all went to dinner that night down at the Redondo beach pier and got crabs and oysters from the fish market there. Even my mom got a crab! This was stepping pretty far away from some of her former eating habbits. Dad and his side of the family all left after dinner and went the next day to a memorial service for my Grandpa's sister Dorothy.
In the car on the way back from the pier was the loudest and most intense that we have ever heard the baby cry. He was very upset, but it only lasted a minute or so and then he was fine. It was a difficult experience for my wife and I.
Saturday afternoon my aunt on my Mom's side arrived from Modesto. We all went down to the Manhattan Beach Pier to show them the 6-man volleyball tournament that was going on. We were all amazed at the number of people that were packed in down there this year (it seemed like far more than years past). It was quite a crazy scene, but we stayed up on the Pier and it wasn't too bad.
Sunday my mom and aunt babysat while we went to go see a movie. We saw "Funny People" and had some lunch at PF Changs.
The Baby doesn't know any tricks yet but everyone who is meeting him these days is commenting on the fact that he is "the best baby". He has been so calm and content and fusses very little. He is still extremely cute and I do miss him during the week when I don't get to be around him as much.
This past weekend was a regular whirlwind of family visitors all coming to get their looks at the baby. It started Thursday when Sydney's cousin and his family stopped by on their layover from the East Coast on their way to New Zealand. They are really great people and we enjoy when they stop in. They have two children (2, 4) who were kind enough to give us a couple of sneak peaks in what we may have in store for us in the years to come. Then on Friday morning, early, my Mom arrived from her home in Hawaii (she would like the baby to call her Tutu, the Hawaiian for Grandma) for her first chance to meet her first Grandchild. She was beside herself with joy and other new feelings for the entire weekend and actually seemed to fall more in love with the baby the longer she was here.
Then Friday around lunch time my Dad arrived with my Grandparents and my aunt. My dad brought us a bottle of Jameson's whiskey as a gift. We didn't get a chance to ask him if we should drink it now or save it for Jameson to come of age... This was the first chance for my aunt to meet the baby. This was also one of the rare times that my Mom and Dad have been together since the divorce. It was really great to see them be able to drop their personal differences and both enjoy their grandchild. Grandma and Grandpa were both very pleased by the fact that we had given the boy the middle name Henry. It is my grandfather's name, his father's name and his grandfather's name (in hind sight it is kind of surprising that it is not my father's name as well, but I guess he thought better of it back in the 50's).
We all went to dinner that night down at the Redondo beach pier and got crabs and oysters from the fish market there. Even my mom got a crab! This was stepping pretty far away from some of her former eating habbits. Dad and his side of the family all left after dinner and went the next day to a memorial service for my Grandpa's sister Dorothy.
In the car on the way back from the pier was the loudest and most intense that we have ever heard the baby cry. He was very upset, but it only lasted a minute or so and then he was fine. It was a difficult experience for my wife and I.
Saturday afternoon my aunt on my Mom's side arrived from Modesto. We all went down to the Manhattan Beach Pier to show them the 6-man volleyball tournament that was going on. We were all amazed at the number of people that were packed in down there this year (it seemed like far more than years past). It was quite a crazy scene, but we stayed up on the Pier and it wasn't too bad.
Sunday my mom and aunt babysat while we went to go see a movie. We saw "Funny People" and had some lunch at PF Changs.
The Baby doesn't know any tricks yet but everyone who is meeting him these days is commenting on the fact that he is "the best baby". He has been so calm and content and fusses very little. He is still extremely cute and I do miss him during the week when I don't get to be around him as much.
Monday, July 13, 2009
It's a Boy!!!
After 31 hours of labor, and about 48 hours of being awake straight our son was finally born. We tried to hold out and hoped for a vaginal birth, but in the end it turned out that the best option for both mom and baby would be a Cesarian section. It was at 1:41 AM on the morning of July, 7 2009 that Jameson Henry was born. It was a taxing experience for both the mother and I (obviously more so on the mother). But in the end it was extremely rewarding and we are both so excited with the result; a beautiful baby boy. He was born weighing 9lbs 20z and was 19 3/4 inches long. He has a pretty substantial head of dark hair and eyes that clearly resemble his 1/8 chinese herritage. Both of his grandparents on his mothers side were present in the hospital, as well as his Grandfather, step-Grandmother and Great Grandparents on my side. His paternal Tutu and aunt will be flying in from Hawaii in the near future to meet him. It was a very proud moment on his first day of life to be able to take a picture with 4 generations of men from his paternal side.
The feelings that I had were quite mixed and hard to interpret due to the fact that at the time of birth I had been awake for well over 40 hours with only one or two less than 1 hour naps. This coupled with the fact that I wasn't able to eat anything substantial for most of that time made me an exhausted mess by the time we were all through. It was due to this and the pain that his mother was in that we left him with the nurses in the nursery for the remainder of the first morning, from about 4:30 to 8:00 before we picked him up and kept him in our room for the remainder of the time. The emotions underneath all of the physical feelings were most certainly joy and amazement. I could do nothing but hold him in my arms and stare at him for the first couple of days (not to say that it has even stopped yet). He is quite a boy!
The first couple of nights that we had him in the hospital were a bit tough because he wasn't able to sleep very well. In hindsight I think that the noisy, disruptive environment was the largest contributing factor to this. Once we were able to bring him home (the afternoon of July 10) he slept much better (so far anyway). He seems to be healthy and happy and is extremely calm at this point. He doesn't cry much and when he does he is usually easily soothed by a feeding, a diaper change or just being held (the boy loves to be held). He seems to be on a much more regular eating and changing schedule (a nice change from the 9 poops that he made the first day). He seems to be taking fairly well to the breastfeeding, although he finds it hard to stay awake for longer than a couple of seconds while he is feeding from his mother. He doesn't have this same problem when he is taking the pumped milk from the bottle.
This weekend he got his first chance to meet his maternal aunt and uncle and his two girl cousins (5 and 2 years old). It gave us a good look at how different syblings can be and what we have to look forward to over the next couple of years.
Mom was very sore and slow going for the first couple of days but seems to be recovering well. She is deeply in love with our son and is adjusting very well to being a mother. She has done extremely well in adjusting so far. We are both excited for the times ahead!
The feelings that I had were quite mixed and hard to interpret due to the fact that at the time of birth I had been awake for well over 40 hours with only one or two less than 1 hour naps. This coupled with the fact that I wasn't able to eat anything substantial for most of that time made me an exhausted mess by the time we were all through. It was due to this and the pain that his mother was in that we left him with the nurses in the nursery for the remainder of the first morning, from about 4:30 to 8:00 before we picked him up and kept him in our room for the remainder of the time. The emotions underneath all of the physical feelings were most certainly joy and amazement. I could do nothing but hold him in my arms and stare at him for the first couple of days (not to say that it has even stopped yet). He is quite a boy!
The first couple of nights that we had him in the hospital were a bit tough because he wasn't able to sleep very well. In hindsight I think that the noisy, disruptive environment was the largest contributing factor to this. Once we were able to bring him home (the afternoon of July 10) he slept much better (so far anyway). He seems to be healthy and happy and is extremely calm at this point. He doesn't cry much and when he does he is usually easily soothed by a feeding, a diaper change or just being held (the boy loves to be held). He seems to be on a much more regular eating and changing schedule (a nice change from the 9 poops that he made the first day). He seems to be taking fairly well to the breastfeeding, although he finds it hard to stay awake for longer than a couple of seconds while he is feeding from his mother. He doesn't have this same problem when he is taking the pumped milk from the bottle.
This weekend he got his first chance to meet his maternal aunt and uncle and his two girl cousins (5 and 2 years old). It gave us a good look at how different syblings can be and what we have to look forward to over the next couple of years.
Mom was very sore and slow going for the first couple of days but seems to be recovering well. She is deeply in love with our son and is adjusting very well to being a mother. She has done extremely well in adjusting so far. We are both excited for the times ahead!
Monday, July 6, 2009
It's go time
For the past week or so I've been feeling like someone who's been told they are going to be in charge of co-captaining a spaceship. Problem is: "we can't tell you when, exactly" and I've never captained one of these things before. I've been on one, seen a couple flown, but I didn't exactly take notes. I read about half a book too, hope that will come in handy. In the end it just seems like a learn on the job type thing. Attempt to make the mistakes small and learn from them quickly.
It's about 3:00 AM on 7/6 right now, and we are getting ready to leave for the hospital. Mom is doing great handling things so far. I hope that the lack of sleep doesn't hurt her too much. Here's to hoping it's the real thing, and all goes well.
Contractions started on the evening of 7/5 shortly after my mother-in-law arrived. I am certainly impressed by their German sense of timing. On that day Roger Federer won his 15th Grand Slam title against Andy Roddick at Wimbledon.
Update 7:00 PM. It has been a long day so far. We arrived at the hospital a little after 3:30AM. As soon as they hooked Sydney up to the monitors and started watching her, the contractions lessened dramatically. We got up and walked around for about 40 minutes, during which time the contractions returned to being pretty normal and strong, but once again when they put her on the monitors and into the bed the contractions stopped again and she was still only 2cm dilated. They gave us the option of going home or staying for another hour to see Dr. Crookes (Olivia). I was leaning toward going back home but Mom wanted to stay and see the doctor. Luckily we stayed because within that hour the labor seemed to accelerate and "turn the corner" as the nurses and doctors said. By this time the pain was very very strong and the decision was made to take the epidural. This took a while to receive because the anesthesiologist was seeing to another patient who was having an emergency C-section. In the men time she was given a sedative to help "take the edge off". Finally we got the block, but this seemed to slow the contractions again and little progress was seen so a Pitosin drip was started. It was finally at about 6:00PM that they checked again and she was 6cm dilated. The nurse wasn't encouraged by this and seemed to think it meant we would be needing a C-section, but the doctor came by and said she thought the signs were good and that we could check again in 2 hours. I am watching the monitors now and it appears to me that she is in the "transition" phase of labor, which is the immediate predecessor to the "pushing" phase of the labor. This has not been confirmed, but it is what I believe.
It's about 3:00 AM on 7/6 right now, and we are getting ready to leave for the hospital. Mom is doing great handling things so far. I hope that the lack of sleep doesn't hurt her too much. Here's to hoping it's the real thing, and all goes well.
Contractions started on the evening of 7/5 shortly after my mother-in-law arrived. I am certainly impressed by their German sense of timing. On that day Roger Federer won his 15th Grand Slam title against Andy Roddick at Wimbledon.
Update 7:00 PM. It has been a long day so far. We arrived at the hospital a little after 3:30AM. As soon as they hooked Sydney up to the monitors and started watching her, the contractions lessened dramatically. We got up and walked around for about 40 minutes, during which time the contractions returned to being pretty normal and strong, but once again when they put her on the monitors and into the bed the contractions stopped again and she was still only 2cm dilated. They gave us the option of going home or staying for another hour to see Dr. Crookes (Olivia). I was leaning toward going back home but Mom wanted to stay and see the doctor. Luckily we stayed because within that hour the labor seemed to accelerate and "turn the corner" as the nurses and doctors said. By this time the pain was very very strong and the decision was made to take the epidural. This took a while to receive because the anesthesiologist was seeing to another patient who was having an emergency C-section. In the men time she was given a sedative to help "take the edge off". Finally we got the block, but this seemed to slow the contractions again and little progress was seen so a Pitosin drip was started. It was finally at about 6:00PM that they checked again and she was 6cm dilated. The nurse wasn't encouraged by this and seemed to think it meant we would be needing a C-section, but the doctor came by and said she thought the signs were good and that we could check again in 2 hours. I am watching the monitors now and it appears to me that she is in the "transition" phase of labor, which is the immediate predecessor to the "pushing" phase of the labor. This has not been confirmed, but it is what I believe.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The last days
Still on call.
Got what could be my last chance to enjoy the beach prior to being a father this weekend. This means that I was able to spend about 4 hours on Saturday (at 21st street in Hermosa Beach) and another 3 or 4 on Sunday (8th street in Manhattan Beach) playing volleyball with friends. This is something that I have done many times in the past 7 years or so of living in the South Bay, and something that I have enjoyed immensely. One of the greatest parts of moving back to California for me has been the increased opportunities for enjoying recreational sports with friends. This is something that I am sure will be decreased when our son is born, but hopefully will not be lost. I look forward to the days of being able to take him to the beach and hope that he finds the same enjoyment that I do in being physically active outdoors.
The wife and I also went to see "The Hangover". Hilarious movie that even she admitted she really enjoyed. Usually with comedy movies she laughs throughout the movie and then says afterwards that she didn't like it.
Also played poker for a couple of hours at "the park". Yet another pastime that I'm sure will be lessened, at least in the immediate future, but I hope not lost. In fact I played in 2 WSOP events this year for the first time in my life (early June) and am determined to make sure that they are not my last. In the first one I played in I got knocked out in 600 something place out of just over 2,500 entrants. Not a terrible showing, but I definitely felt I could have done better. During that tournament I sat next to Sam Simon for a bit, who is one of the original creators of the television show "The Simpsons". We talked for a bit about poker in LA, and a new show he was in town taping called "Sam's Game" for the Playboy channel. He seemed like a nice guy and it was eventually me who knocked him out of the tournament. In the second event I got knocked out shortly after the 1st break. Next time (hopefully next year) I would like to take the family up there and focus solely on the poker without being distracted by other gambling and going out at night. This year's effort was not a financial success, but definitely a fun and educational experience.
Got what could be my last chance to enjoy the beach prior to being a father this weekend. This means that I was able to spend about 4 hours on Saturday (at 21st street in Hermosa Beach) and another 3 or 4 on Sunday (8th street in Manhattan Beach) playing volleyball with friends. This is something that I have done many times in the past 7 years or so of living in the South Bay, and something that I have enjoyed immensely. One of the greatest parts of moving back to California for me has been the increased opportunities for enjoying recreational sports with friends. This is something that I am sure will be decreased when our son is born, but hopefully will not be lost. I look forward to the days of being able to take him to the beach and hope that he finds the same enjoyment that I do in being physically active outdoors.
The wife and I also went to see "The Hangover". Hilarious movie that even she admitted she really enjoyed. Usually with comedy movies she laughs throughout the movie and then says afterwards that she didn't like it.
Also played poker for a couple of hours at "the park". Yet another pastime that I'm sure will be lessened, at least in the immediate future, but I hope not lost. In fact I played in 2 WSOP events this year for the first time in my life (early June) and am determined to make sure that they are not my last. In the first one I played in I got knocked out in 600 something place out of just over 2,500 entrants. Not a terrible showing, but I definitely felt I could have done better. During that tournament I sat next to Sam Simon for a bit, who is one of the original creators of the television show "The Simpsons". We talked for a bit about poker in LA, and a new show he was in town taping called "Sam's Game" for the Playboy channel. He seemed like a nice guy and it was eventually me who knocked him out of the tournament. In the second event I got knocked out shortly after the 1st break. Next time (hopefully next year) I would like to take the family up there and focus solely on the poker without being distracted by other gambling and going out at night. This year's effort was not a financial success, but definitely a fun and educational experience.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Intentions for this blog
I will become a father any day now. My wife is 9 months pregnant with our first child. Her official due date is July 6, 2009, but she is convinced that the day will come sooner than that. None the less, I now consider myself on-call, knowing that at any time we could be racing (or crawling as is more likely on an LA freeway) North on the 405 to St. John's hospital in Santa Monica. Here's to the end of life as we now know it.
I am writing this blog to try my best to keep a record for my son and myself of the things that occur in the begginnings of his life. It is also my hope that entering into this practice will help me to stay focused on the things that I feel are important in raising a child, always striving to make sure that I give him the best that I can in teaching him the things that I have learned so far in my life. I know in my mind that I will always do my best to give him the opportunity to be the best that he can be, but I feel that writing some things down will help me to keep those things in focus. My hopes for my son (most likely to be called Jameson Henry) are to instill in him the qualities that I feel will lead him to a happy and healthy life. To me that means that I should teach him to be strong (both physically and mentally), caring and compassionate. To instill in him drive, curiosity for life, respect for all others and fundamental values that will allow him to be a valuable part of any society. I will endeavor to give him every opportunity to explore the beauty of the world, the questions of huma kind and the morallity that will challenge him at times in his life. Together I hope that we can enjoy the competition of sport and games, explore the worlds of music art and movies and find a way to always be close friends. I will support you in whichever direction your life takes you.
Along the way I hope that you will show me new ways to live my life that I never imagined possible. I will always try to keep in mind that my relationship with my wife is first and foremost and keep focused on making sure we support each other in the years of our lives.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that the most prominant feeling that I have these days is nervousness, but I think it is nervous excitement. I've never been a person who has taken change extremely easily, but I hope that I am not a person who is ever afraid of change. On the eve of what is sure to be the biggest change in my life to date I have no idea what I should really be feeling, but I do have an overall sense that my wife and I are about to begin the greatest adventure of our lives. I only hope that I am able to stay focused on all the potential that this situation will present to us and make the most of it every day!
I am writing this blog to try my best to keep a record for my son and myself of the things that occur in the begginnings of his life. It is also my hope that entering into this practice will help me to stay focused on the things that I feel are important in raising a child, always striving to make sure that I give him the best that I can in teaching him the things that I have learned so far in my life. I know in my mind that I will always do my best to give him the opportunity to be the best that he can be, but I feel that writing some things down will help me to keep those things in focus. My hopes for my son (most likely to be called Jameson Henry) are to instill in him the qualities that I feel will lead him to a happy and healthy life. To me that means that I should teach him to be strong (both physically and mentally), caring and compassionate. To instill in him drive, curiosity for life, respect for all others and fundamental values that will allow him to be a valuable part of any society. I will endeavor to give him every opportunity to explore the beauty of the world, the questions of huma kind and the morallity that will challenge him at times in his life. Together I hope that we can enjoy the competition of sport and games, explore the worlds of music art and movies and find a way to always be close friends. I will support you in whichever direction your life takes you.
Along the way I hope that you will show me new ways to live my life that I never imagined possible. I will always try to keep in mind that my relationship with my wife is first and foremost and keep focused on making sure we support each other in the years of our lives.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that the most prominant feeling that I have these days is nervousness, but I think it is nervous excitement. I've never been a person who has taken change extremely easily, but I hope that I am not a person who is ever afraid of change. On the eve of what is sure to be the biggest change in my life to date I have no idea what I should really be feeling, but I do have an overall sense that my wife and I are about to begin the greatest adventure of our lives. I only hope that I am able to stay focused on all the potential that this situation will present to us and make the most of it every day!
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