Thursday, August 27, 2009

Happy Birthday, Dad!

I unfortunately don't remember to give birthday blog shout-outs to everyone I know and love. But today I have one...

Happy Birthday today to my dad, Cary John Efurd! Dad, you are truly wonderful and I love you!

I talked to my dad this morning on the phone and I asked him what he was doing today to celebrate. His response came as no surprise-- he said he was spending the day working. And that's one of the things I admire about my dad. He has always been, and I know he always will be, a hard-working man. He has taught me, by example, the importance of working hard at whatever you're doing, and giving it your all.

Yes, he is hard-working. And sometimes, Dad, it's okay to prop your feet up and relax. But even though he is hard-working, family is also very important to him. I've never questioned his commitment to our family. When I was growing up, I lived with my mom and stepdad, and my dad and stepmom lived in the Dallas area (they still do). And even though we were a 2 hour drive from each other, I still always knew my dad loved, supported, and was committed to me. He drove to Tyler for my cross country and track meets and other events. I loved spending weekends and summers with he and my stepmom Debby.

And I've never wondered if my dad is proud of me. He tells me at least 10 times every time we speak that he's proud of me for just being me.

The other thing my dad said about his birthday today was that this morning he had picked up a homeless man walking along the highway, and gave him a ride to where he was going. It turns out that this man shared the same birthday as my dad, just one year apart. I could hear in my dad's voice how excited and blessed he was to have spent the morning with this man he did not know. My dad talked about how blessed he was by the car-ride conversation and how excited he was to have been given an opportunity to extend Christ's love to him on his birthday, and to buy this man a birthday dinner.

This is so my dad. If he sees someone walking along the road that needs a ride, he picks them up. Now of course you can argue that this is incredibly unsafe. It probably is. But what I also know is that this is who my dad is-- generous and giving. And he always believes in the good in people and lives his life without fear.

So... Happy Birthday, Dad! I'm glad you're my dad!


Here's my dad "Papa", with Eisley at Christmas. My dad is usually the one BEHIND the camera, so it was difficult for me to find a picture OF him!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Stop Having a Boring Tuna, Stop Having a Boring Life

I don't know why. I've seen this commercial SO many times, and it's been on for a while now. But I can't stop laughing about it. Every time I see it, I laugh right out loud. So if you want a good laugh, watch Vince:

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Spoke Too Soon



In a previous post, I bragged on Eisley for being such a good eater. I talked about how much she loves her veggies. Seriously. As an infant, she would eat pretty much anything and everything-- brussel sprouts, kale greens, green beans, broccoli, carrots, sweet potatoes, etc.

I am quickly learning that with Eisley-the-toddler, it's a whole new ballgame. A sometimes more frustrating ballgame. Mealtime has recently become a challenge. Everything goes to the floor. Foods she once loved. Sweet potatoes go flying. Green beans go flying. She'll eat 2 bites of peas, and send the next bite flying. She'll take 2 more bites, and then throw more on the floor. 3 nights ago, we had an all-out battle of wills over zucchini.

The next night she absolutely devoured the squash I made for her. She ate more of it than I did. I tried to explain that squash and zucchini are cousins, and that it really made no sense for her to eat the squash but not the zucchini. She just looked at me and smiled.

She's so much into exploring and discovering these days. A friend offered some encouragement by reminding me that at Eisley's age, she may love the food we've offered her, but she may be way more interested in figuring out gravity or seeing our faces when we disapprove of her sending the food flying to the floor. So we'll hang on, wait it out, and trust that one day our good little eater will return.

In the meantime, I apologize if the next time I see you, I'm covered in Eisley's food.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

She's One!



I think she liked her cake.