Freeze Frame

And our new baby is.....the Canon Rebel EOS XSI. :) Just got it this weekend, so I am still refreshing my memory with f-stops, shutter speeds, and more. But so far we are having a blast.

Father's Day

Daddy:
Even though I can't talk yet,
I just wanted to say what a great Dad you are.
And don't worry, I'm new at being a baby too, so we can learn together.
I love you and look forward to playing with you.
Thanks for all the hugs and kisses.
Love your boy-o, Tyson

The Gapp's First Fathers Day:
So there are typical activities that people tend to do for Father's Day. Bike rides, golfing, fishing, camping, picnics, cutting down massive trees (oh wait...just my Dad). However, I decided to treat Ryan to go stuff our faces with as much BBQ meat as we could handle at the best damn BBQ festival in Frisco, CO. (http://www.townoffrisco.com/events/bbq-challenge/) And I will say we had so much of a blast that it will probably become an annual event for us. There were 60+ vendors there all smokin up the best meats around. Pulled pork, brisket, ribs, chicken, sausage...you know your mouth is watering, isn't it? We placed our votes with Brooks Cajun BBQ! It was fantastic ...and their restaurant is actually in Aurora. 6th & Peoria, for those wanting to check it out.

Tyson spent most of his time sleeping in the stroller. But we know he had a good time because he smelled like BBQ that night too. However, he told me he was a little annoyed by the crazy biker lady that wouldn't stop touching him. Ok, more Mom and Dad were annoyed. It is interesting...when you have a newborn (2 months or younger), everyone asks first before touching him and most of the time wash their hands too (probably been trained by the "Sanitizers"). However, now that Ty is at a certain age, everyone just can't keep their hands off of him. I mean, I know its hard since he is the cutest baby in the world, but I think there should be some limits. A little toe grab, cheek squeeze, or poke on the nose I am ok with. Kind of threw me off the first time. But I don't want to be that crazy over protective mother, so I am "ok" with this. However.... Crazy biker lady was pushin it at the best damn BBQ festival in Frisco. She not only broke Tyson's personal bubble space by being a extra close talker, but she would not let go of his hand.

And here we are waiting in line for Big Hoss' award winning pulled pork and she says, "Oh he just won't let go of my hand". And I wanted to say, "No...its obvious that YOU won't let go of HIS hand, crazy biker lady. Back off." But I didn't. I politely laughed and acted like I was interested in her stories.

And then there was the funnel cake... That damn funnel cake that I just had to have!! So in my book, if you are going to Elitches, State Fair, and now the best damn BBQ festival in Frisco, you just have to have a funnel cake. They looked so good, and even better after we watched a special on fried fair goodies on the Food Network Channel. And so, I had saved just the perfect amount left in my tummy to eat the fatty goodness and we got in line. We waited, and waited, and waited. Then we finally got up to the window to get....a number. A freaking ticket that meant we had to wait even longer for the funnel cake that we have already paid for. I'm sure you're wondering what the big deal is, because let's face it, fried dough, fried in some fat and topped with more fat and sugar is to die for.
But the problem was it started to drizzle...and then rain....and then pour. So here were are waiting for the funnel cake 30 minutes after getting my #52 ticket and knowing that they are still on #31, while Tyson is now starting to wail with Ryan as they stood for cover. I'm sure he felt like an idiot as people wondered why we were still outside with our newborn. Basically, the whole situation could have resulted in a full out Gappinger brawl with a major attitude adjustment. But luckily we both just were able to laugh it off as we finally got in the car and started to eat the now soaking wet funnel cake. Needless to say, I owe Ryan for my funnel cake. Damn funnel cake.

Back to life...Back to reality

This look says it all. We are all very sad about me going back to work. Ok...mostly just Mom. But the good news is I think I got all my crying out of the way last week. I just kept thinking, "This is my last Monday with him. This is my last Tuesday with him. etc. etc. sob. sob." And you all know I am a sucker for music. One bar of a song like Goodnight My Angel by Billy Joel or even Everything I Do, I Do It For You by Bryan Adams...and the water works start a flowin'. Seriously, I was a sobbing mess. Poor Ryan didn't know what hit him. I never thought it would be this hard. I'm kind of attached to the little guy. But the good thing, is he will be in good hands. He will stay with his Grandmas, other family members at times, and then a great home day care. I mean really...just look at us...we have had such a great time!!



As I am getting more out in the real world, I ask myself, when the heck will my "pregnancy brain" will go away?!? I'm sure my Dad would say, "Runt, those are just blonde moments. You've had them your whole life." But whether they are blonde moments, belated pregnant moments, or just distracted-lack-of-sleep-new-mom moments...I just don't know. Here are some of my latest:

1) At the gym, I not only went into the Men's restroom, but I used the restroom and didn't realize it until I walked out of the stall, looked at the row of urinals and thought, "hmmmm, that's strange." I quickly left and washed my hands in the women's bathroom. Because you know, washing your hands would be the embarrassing part!?!?!

2) My niece, who just graduated high school (I know I know, its crazy for those of you who remember her as a toddler dunking her head while bobbing for apples at our annual Halloween soccer party). Anyway...at her graduation dinner, I apparently spelled her name wrong on her card. So if you hear us refer to Kayla as Kalya from now on, blame it on the blonde.

3) Again at the gym, I get off the bike...get the squirt bottle to wipe down my nasty sweat and flat out spray myself in the face. Good news is the guy next to me got a good chuckle out of it and my face was squeaky clean.

4) And finally, in a photo album I gave my Mom for Mothers Day...I spelled my own son's middle name wrong!! Again, if you hear us say Tyson Kieth (instead of Keith), blame it on the dyslexic new mom.

Here are some pics of some of our latest fun times.