They Want to Climb Mt. McKinley.

As if we don't already have enough to do, my husband now wants to climb Mt. McKinley.  I think it's my own fault too.  A friend of mine keeps a blog.  Her fiance keeps a blog too, and he made it to the summit of Mt. Everest last week.  I showed my husband the blogs, and I told him he would probably enjoy climbing Mt. McKinley.  The next day, he came home from work and said two of his friends want to join him.  Today, he came home excited again.  The three men hope they can get one of the richest men in America, their company's owner, to sponsor their trip if they bring his book The Science of Success to the top with them.  They're planning to do this trip in the Spring of 2011.  Their first step is to get into shape.  I'm in full support of this trip.  I think my husband has the perfect personality and body for a trip like this, and with a paid guide it is in my opinion a relatively safe adventure.  Plus, Denali is practically in our back yard.

I Didn't Have to Make Dinner.

Last night, as is typical these days, I could not fall asleep until after 1:00 a.m. At 3:20 a.m., my one year old son wanted a drink of milk from his mommy. At 6:30 a.m., the toddler woke again.  I didn't hear him, but my husband (annoyed at the crying) asked me if I want to feed the baby. Apparently I said "No!" in my sleep, but what I meant was "Yes," because I went downstairs to fill a bottle with formula hoping it would make the child drowsy enough to sleep just a little longer.  Of course, he enjoyed the drink and afterward didn't want to sleep anymore because he had gone to bed early at 6:00 p.m. the night before. We played with blocks for a good part of the morning. From 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m., we both napped hard.  Apparently I napped harder, because I was not ready to wake at 12:00.  He was.  We had to meet some friends at 1:00 anyway.  

Nothing impressed my son. Not the walk from the library to the park. Not the swings, not the carousel, not the slide. Nothing. I think despite his good night's sleep he felt as tired as I did today.

At the end of the day, at least my husband said he wasn't hungry.  I didn't have to make dinner. But, I made it anyway . . . and then watched 4 hours of television.

Hopefully we all sleep well tonight.

Who Makes a Good Blogger?

Two days ago, my husband told me that I should start a blog. He said I would make a good blogger. Yes, I am on the computer all of the time. Yes, I like to write. But, do I have anything to say that anyone else would like to read? I don't really think so. Yet, here I find myself writing my first blog.  

It's 12:12 a.m at the end of May in Fairbanks. The sun is out. I can hear kids playing outside downriver. Boats are driving by. And even if I close all the blinds and insert earplugs, there is still that one mosquito who insists on keeping me awake. Let's face it. It's summer in Alaska, and I can't sleep, so I might as well start a blog.