Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I am back!

I wanted to write a brief post to let everyone know that I am back in the ether. Emille and I have our computer up at the house and are able to check our new e-mail account. My first priority will be to get Tori's tour of the Lincoln Memorial up and running. I apologize to her for the delay.


Having two weeks off is great. Emille and I are getting so much done. I already have gone through my drawers and gathered up a bunch of clothes to give away and am continuing to do various household chores to prepare for our family's upcoming transition. Rest assured I am busy.

I hope that everyone is doing well. Especially the 1-9 people who have checked this blog in Finland! I still love the ClusterMap.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Signing Off

The new computer is in and we are getting internet access installed at home, but I might be off the air for a little while. I apologize for depriving you of your intellectual nourishment. To replace it, try making fart sounds with your mouth and blaming it on a co-worker.

As a red blooded American I truly enjoy every chance I get to mock Europeans. There is a great opportunity to do just that at We are sinking . When you get to the website just click the play button and enjoy.Signing off (although I am trying to finish Tori’s tour of the Lincoln memorial and may post that this afternoon if possible).

Thursday, February 23, 2006

From the Fairfax Church Website

One last pic from the Father/Daughter banquet

You are not alone

Looking at my cluster map this morning, which I think is the coolest (thank you Leslie), it appears someone checked my blog when their submarine surfaced in the middle of the Mediterranean. I suppose it could be Sicily, but I am going with the Submarine idea.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Tori's Tour


Washington DC at sunrise

As many of you know, my sister Kelly and her family live in Benin, West Africa. Kelly and her family are doing great things for the Lord among the Aja people and at the same time they are raising two studly boys and two beautiful girls. Their oldest daughter Tori is going through home school right now and since Emille and I live in Washington DC, We decided to give Tori a tour of the Capital of the United States. So last Saturday we took pictures all around Washington DC and are ready to give our tour. Our question to Tori is…What do you want to see first? Our question to everyone else is, could you please tell Tori what your favorite thing about America is(anything from freedom to favorite food)? Thanks.


Tori- You have the choice of visiting the Jefferson Memorial (Uncle Sam’s Favorite), the Lincoln Memorial, The Washington Monument, the World War Two Memorial, The Korean War Memorial, the Vietnam Memorial, the White House, The Capitol Building, Arlington National Cemetery, the Iwo Jima Memorial or the Pentagon. The tour will come with a brief History lesson of whatever we are looking at and the events surrounding it. We are excited to get started, so just let us know where you want to go first and we will get started on the lesson right away!

The picture above is of the National Headquarters for the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) This is a group of women who can trace their family history back to the people who fought in the American Revolution. Your Aunt Emille is one of them


This plain looking field on the National Mall doesn't look like much but it has sure had a lot of histoy take place on it. In the Civil War soldiers camped her to protect Washington, During the Depression a group of WWI Veterans camped out here in protest, in the late 1940's and early 1950's the offices of the Central Intelligence Agency were here in old wooden buildings, on April 28,1963 Dr. Martin Luther King gave his "I have a dream" speech to a crowd that had gathered here and in 1997 Promise Keepers held its Stand in the Gap on this land (Below)
The Bonus Army
Martin Luther King and the "March on Washington"

Stand in the Gap


We are so excited to talk to you about Washington DC. We love you so much!
Uncle Sam, Aunt Emille, Bailey and Brylee

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Bedtime Stories



Look at Bailey's hand around Brylee's shoulder

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Brylee's First Cereal








As I have said previously, the girls are out of town. This means that I have all the time to myself with nothing to do but post pictures of my sweet, beautiful family. Here are some pics of Brylee's new High Chair and of Brylee's first official try at cereal. She had no trouble and literally slurps it down.

The Father Daughter Banquet

The night of the snow day our church held a Father/Daughter Banquet. It was 50's themed and was set up like a Diner. Brylee was too young for it and stayed home with Emille. Bailey and I loaded up in the UCAV and headed for the church. About a mile into ourt journey Bailey yelled "Da Da Oh No! Where My Baby Bry go!? Her tone of voice would have made you think that we had accidently left Brylee in a snow bank near the house. She is so sweet, she is always thinking of her sister, "My Baby Bry." Here are some pics from the banquet.

Emille had us take some pictures before we took off for the Diner.


Bailey in her "Jackie O" Coat


Sweet Kid knows how to pucker up to give a kiss.

They held a hula hoop contest for the daughter and for the fathers. Bailey and I did not participate in these, we did not want it to turn into a night centered around us. It was nice of Bailey to give the other girls a chance.

Bailey really did spend a good amount of time trying to get her baby to hula hoop. We finally decided that she was just too shy.

We had a great time and were so thankful to the church for putting this on. We had hot dogs and chips and Bailey got a little notebook as a souvenier.

Snow Day

Last Saturday the DC area got almost a foot of snow, which meant that we were staying inside for the day. Here are a few pics of our day
Brylee is a little social butterfly and loves company.

Bailey (in the Afro)giving Brylee all the attention she can handle


Bailey reading the Farm Animals book to Brylee.

Content Brylee

The snow took a little getting used to for Bailey

We built her first snow man, which she named "Mommy"

And then she was terrified of it. This is me trying to get her to get near it for a picture. This was as good as it got. She is holding its hand.


Thursday, February 16, 2006

For me, Emille is the LAW!

I apologize for the typos and the lack of cohesion, I am in a hurry, but wanted to put a thought down.


Its not what you think.

"What shall we say, then? Is the law sin? Certainly not! Indeed I would not have known what sin was except through the law. For I would not have known what coveting really was if the law had not said, "Do not covet."
Romans 7:7

Emille and the girls have gone out of town for about six days and I am all alone. Upon hearing this, almost every guy said something along the lines of “Oh, so this is like a vacation for you,” or “Sweet (yes, I work with Napoleon Dynamite), so you have a bachelor weekend.” But I see things differently

A Bachelor's life for...anyone but me!

This is a tough line of thinking, so follow carefully. Just as, according to the apostle Paul, the law exposed the lie that we were living, life with Emille and the girls has exposed the gross lack of fulfillment in my life when they are not around. Had I never been married to my best friend or been a Daddy to the two most precious girls in the world, going home to eat Ramen noodles and watch war movies might have sounded like the height of existence. But instead it just sounds like passing the time till the girls return. I am sure this is because I have, as they say, “Seen Paris” and now the farm just doesn’t hold the glamour that it apparently still does for so many men in situations strikingly similar to my own. That is sad, both for them and their families.

It feels good to hurt this bad

While it was certainly sad to see the girls off at the airport, I turned and walked the green mile back to the UCAV and drove back to work (Admittedly, I was thirty minutes into the drive when I realized I didn’t have to listen to the Dora DVD playing in the back) and while I was sad, I could not help but be thankful for times like this that remind me of how good I have it. If it all ended today for me, I would have loved more and loved more deeply than the vast majority of people in this world. Even though it is sad to be alone, in a strange way it feels good to be so intertwined with people that even a minor separation causes such an obvious emptiness. So here is my challenge to myself: Tonight, when the microwave “ding” tells me the Ramen noodles are ready, I will say a prayer of thanksgiving to a God who constantly watches over me and has seen fit to continually bless me beyond all measure at every turn. Come to think of it, maybe that is why God allowed me to marry Emille and have Bailey and Brylee, so I could understand His love for me.


Side Story : Bailey at the Airport

I stood there and watched them go trough the security line. The security guard waved Bailey to walk through the metal detector by herself. She looked at him oddly and then Emille gave her a gentle push and she walked through. When she got to the other side the TSA worker held up his hand to say “Stop” and Bailey gave him a high five

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

On the Islamic Cartoon Riots

Drafting Hitler
BROOKS Drafting Hitler
By DAVID BROOKS
Published: February 9, 2006 (NYT)

You want us to know how you feel. You in the Arab European League published a cartoon of Hitler in bed with Anne Frank so we in the West would understand how offended you were by those Danish cartoons. You at the Iranian newspaper Hamshahri are holding a Holocaust cartoon contest so we'll also know how you feel.

Well, I saw the Hitler-Anne Frank cartoon: the two have just had sex and Hitler says to her, "Write this one in your diary, Anne." But I still don't know how you feel. I still don't feel as if I should burn embassies or behead people or call on God or bin Laden to exterminate my foes. I still don't feel your rage. I don't feel threatened by a sophomoric cartoon, even one as tasteless as that one.

At first I sympathized with your anger at the Danish cartoons because it's impolite to trample on other people's religious symbols. But as the rage spread and the issue grew more cosmic, many of us in the West were reminded of how vast the chasm is between you and us. There was more talk than ever about a clash of civilizations. We don't just have different ideas; we have a different relationship to ideas.

We in the West were born into a world that reflects the legacy of Socrates and the agora. In our world, images, statistics and arguments swarm around from all directions. There are movies and blogs, books and sermons. There's the profound and the vulgar, the high and the low.

In our world we spend our time sifting and measuring, throwing away the dumb and offensive, e-mailing the smart and the incisive. We aim, in Michael Oakeshott's words, to live amid the conversation — "an endless unrehearsed intellectual adventure in which, in imagination, we enter a variety of modes of understanding the world and ourselves and are not disconcerted by the differences or dismayed by the inconclusiveness of it all."

We believe in progress and in personal growth. By swimming in this flurry of perspectives, by facing unpleasant facts, we try to come closer and closer to understanding.

But you have a different way. When I say you, I don't mean you Muslims. I don't mean you genuine Islamic scholars and learners. I mean you Islamists. I mean you young men who were well educated in the West, but who have retreated in disgust from the inconclusiveness and chaos of our conversation. You've retreated from the agora into an exaggerated version of Muslim purity.

You frame the contrast between your world and our world more bluntly than we outsiders would ever dare to. In London the protesters held signs reading "Freedom Go to Hell," "Exterminate Those Who Mock Islam," "Be Prepared for the Real Holocaust" and "Europe You Will Pay, Your 9/11 Is on the Way." In Copenhagen, an imam declared, "In the West, freedom of speech is sacred; to us, the prophet is sacred" — as if the two were necessarily opposed.

Our mind-set is progressive and rational. Your mind-set is pre-Enlightenment and mythological. In your worldview, history doesn't move forward through gradual understanding. In your worldview, history is resolved during the apocalyptic conflict between the supernaturally pure jihadist and the supernaturally evil Jew.

You seize on any shred — even a months-old cartoon from an obscure Danish paper — to prove to yourself that the Jew and the crusader are on the offensive, that the apocalyptic confrontation is at hand. You invent primitive stories — like the one about Jews who kill children for their blood — to reinforce your image of Jewish evil. You deny the Holocaust because if the Jews were as powerful as you say, they would never have allowed it to happen.

In my world, people search for truth in their own diverse ways. In your world, the faithful and the infidel battle for survival, and words and ideas and cartoons are nothing more than weapons in that war.

So, of course, what started in Denmark ended up for you with Hitler, the Holocaust and the Jew. But in your overreaction this past week, your defensiveness is showing. Democracy is coming to your region, and democracy brings the conversation. Mainstream leaders like Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani are embracing democracy and denouncing your riots as "misguided and oppressive."

You fundamentalists have turned yourselves into a superpower of dysfunction, demanding our attention week after week. But it is hard to intimidate people forever into silence, to bottle up the conversation, to lock the world into an epic war only you want. While I don't share
your rage, I do understand your panic.

Monday, February 13, 2006

The Power of a Praying Wife

As of last Thursday I was told that I would spend the rest of my time with SAIC at the Pentagon. While “the Building,” as it is called by those in the know, is a fine place to work, I have not been looking forward to the many difficulties it would bring. Metro in to DC, the lack of flexibility, and filing an expense report that would not be processed until I had left the company are all frustration that I have not been looking forward to. That being said, I was prepared to go. SAIC has been great to me and if there was anything I could do to help the company, and more specifically my boss, then I was ready to do it. Since I first expressed these feelings to Emille she said “I am going to start praying that you don’t have to go.” I thought this was nice gesture, but I told her that it was already set in stone and I was just waiting to get the green light. Fast forward to this morning…I received a call from the Building informing me that they had tailored a project for me so that I could work it from the Towers. I was skipping around the office as soon as I got the news. I was just so amazed. I called Emille and when I told her I expected her to be so excited. Instead she flatly said “That’s great, but I am really not surprised, I told you I would pray for that.” I admit, this is not a big story or anything, but If you could have heard it yourself I am sure you would have been encouraged by my wife’s faith, just as I was.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Corporate Purgatory

Well…this is just plain awkward. I am still in the cube at HQ, only now it is bare and lonely. All files have been deleted, all hardcopies destroyed and they canceled my e-mail account this morning (I got it back, although all e-mail form the last 2.5 years had been erased). So here I sit, alone, nothing to do but talk to you, the ether, as though we are good friends. I ate my lunch at 1030, just because I was bored.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Moving On

The Vision

When I came to Science Applications International Corporation in the fall of 2003 I was so excited to make a difference. I had been out of grad school for about a year and a half and had yet to really apply the skills that I had learned there. I imagined someday, after changing the world, I would leave SAIC and head on to bigger and better things. I imagined myself standing in the doorway of my office, somewhat tired from a day of hectic, exciting work. Standing there with my trench coat in hand and looking somewhat more svelte than I was at the time, I would turn to look at the empty office. A flood of memories would cascade through my mind. The jokes, the laughing faces, the lives that were changed, all those times I saved the world from utter devastation, they would all run through my mind and with a sly grin I would turn out the lights, shut the door to my office and walk out.

The Reality

Reality however, was much different. Despite the fact that I have worked in a cube my entire time here and therefore have no lights and no door I was thinking that I at least had another to weeks to work in the whole “saving the world” part of it. But that was not to be either. While I may still save the world in the next two weeks, today is my last day in my cube at the Towers here in McLean. When I got to work this morning I was told to pack up and report to the Pentagon in the morning and that I would finish out my time with SAIC there. So I packed up all my belongings, it took half of a small box and tonight I will stand in the “no doorway” and think back across the years (both of them) and thank the Lord for this opportunity. I have learned so much in my time here. The Lord certainly called Emille and I to Northern Virginia and he used SAIC to confirm that call. I could not have had a better, more understanding boss. My co-workers have been awesome. I have nothing but good things to say about my time here and I wish the best for everyone I have worked with.

The Humbled

The other day I met a guy fresh from grad school who thought that he knew it all and the more he talked, the more it was apparent that he did not. I found it annoying. I was talking to him and all of the sudden was flush with embarrassment as I realized I was looking at myself from two years back. This guy was much smarter than I ever was after grad school. I hope that the Lord guides him as he guided me to a kind, but not necessarily gentle occupational refining fire. He will no doubt be a SecDef someday and my humiliation will be complete. I thank the Lord that he put me into contact with people who tolerate(d) me and lead me through the details. As I look forward to the career change I cannot help but be excited and humbled at the same time. I look forward to the change of pace but am humbled by again being the ignorant new guy. I am confident in my abilities and yet humbled by my inadequacies. It is only with the Lord that we succeed at anything and so I will be doing my best to cling to Him as I make this transition.

I would type more but my mom is the only one still reading, and there is a world that needs saving.

Nothing Sweeter Than a Quick Learner

It worked for Ma Ma!

Last night as Emille and I were putting Bailey to bed she asked “Ma Ma night night in my bed peese?” How can anyone turn down a sweet offer like that, especially from a sweet girl that has not been feeling well? So we said our prayer and I left to play with Brylee in the living room. After several minutes I heard Emille call out for me and so I went in to find Emille on the floor stretching her back and Bailey leaning over the rails of her bed, reaching and crying for Emille to get back in the bed. Emille turned to me and said “I don’t know why but my back just started having spasms and it really hurt. “Could you stay in here with Bailey for a while?” I, of course agreed. Emille then turned to Bailey and said “I am sorry sweet girl but Mother’s back hurts and I need to go take some medicine.” She then slowly crawled out so that Bailey would not start crying loudly and wake up the already sleeping Brylee. So there we were, Bailey and I, in the dark of the girl’s room. She started asking to get out of bed and I repeatedly told her “No, it is time to sleep now, I love you.” After several minutes of this I stood up to leave because Bailey had calmed down and was almost asleep. As soon as I stood up she made another request to get up saying “Da Da, out peese?” “No Bailey, it is time to rest,” I said as I turned to leave. “Da Da!” I turned again to look at my sweet girl and to hear the question I already knew she was going to ask. In the dark room I could still make out her sweet face and tiny body in the white cotton, feeted pajamas with pink, green, and red polka dots. “Da Da, Out peese, my back hurt!”

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Number 15


Check out those Baby Blues

15 More, I'm a proud Dad (2)

Which do you think is growing faster, Brylee or my receding hairline?

Sweet cuties


They love eachother so much


Da Da and the girls


I came home from work the other day and went into our bedroom and found this. Sweet kid was watching the History Channel, I almost cried.


Always ready with a smile


Last night we hit a sad milestone. Emille picked up on it first. Bailey started calling me “Daddy”, instead of the cherished “Da Da”. I told her I was proud of her for her excellent ability to communicate but that it would still be okay if she called me "Da Da" now and then.

15 More, I'm a proud Dad (1)

Blogger is acting wierd (probably cuteness overload) but I will post the remaining 7 pics ASAP.
Helping Mother out

Brylee posing during bath time

Bailey's New favorite is to "Wass Diss"

From the other side

Bailey has a new found love for cleaning, Her name is Bailey, it is only appropriate.


Time for a new wagon (the Baileys will recognize this one from Topsail)


Bailey got out of the bath, we put a diaper on her and she ran off to her room. This was the sight when she came back. She loves those "Cowboots"


Bailey Alseep on the counch


You would post this many pics if you had girls this cute.

Tagged: Carter's One Favor

I have the belief that you should do one favor for almost everyone at least once in your lifetime. You will have to ask Carter Davis why he chose to burn his favor by tagging me on this, but nevertheless, here it is.

4 jobs I’ve had

  1. Sears Sales Associate
  2. State Auto Inspector
  3. Uno’s Waitstaff
  4. SAIC Policy Analyst

4 movies I like

  1. Blackhawk Down
  2. Napoleon Dynamite
  3. Dumb and Dumber
  4. The Hunt for Red October

4 good books (besides the Bible)

  1. Ghost Wars
  2. Wild at Heart
  3. See No Evil
  4. The Teeth of the Tiger

4 places I have lived

  1. North Richland Hills, TX
  2. Abilene, TX
  3. Thousand Oaks, CA
  4. Fairfax, VA

4 good TV shows

  1. Lost
  2. E-Ring
  3. NCIS
  4. Deep Sea Deteectives

4 good vacations

  1. Banff, Canada
  2. Topsail Island, NC
  3. Red River, NM
  4. Big Bear, CA

4 websites I check everyday

  1. The Drudge Report
  2. CNN
  3. Military.com
  4. CI Centre.com

4 favorite foods

  1. Whatever Emille is fixing
  2. Mom’s Broccoli Cornbread
  3. Bette’s Fried Pies
  4. Taco Bueno

4 places I’d rather be

  1. Anywhere with Emille and the girls
  2. The Shenandoah
  3. The Ranch in Baird
  4. Northern Afghanistan (just checking to see if anyone is still reading)



Tuesday, February 07, 2006

CAUTION: PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE NERDS

I was putting on my shoes this morning while Bailey watched “Momma Deer” (Bambi) and the following conversation took place.

Bailey: “Da Da go work?”

Da Da: “Yes, I have to go to work.”

Bailey: “I go too!”

Da Da: “No, you wouldn’t like it and nobody would get any work done with a cute girl like you running around.”

Bailey: “Oh, okay.”

Emille walks in

Bailey: “Momma, I go bye-bye?”

Em: “Yes, we are going to go bye-bye later today” (Emille and the girls are coming to meet me for lunch today and running some other errands)

Bailey: “I go see Niegh, go see Baa?” (Horse and Sheep)

Em: “No, we aren’t going to the Farm today.”

Da Da: “Hey Bailey, If you come up to Daddy’s work for lunch today you will get to see nerds in their natural habitat.”

Bailey: “Oh Wow! Dantu Da Da.”

Monday, February 06, 2006

33 Pictures (5)

The Girls

The Pig Tails


The girls love to play together
Brylee loves to laugh with her sister

Bailey is so sweet and gentle with Brylee