Today is a big day for us. Not only is it Easter and my dad's birthday, but it's also our little girl's first birthday. I love her beyond the words I could put here on a page, and it's very difficult to imagine a life without her now.  Not a lot of words today... just a lot of images.  Here's a quick trip through Saige's first year in 4 minutes.

My wife, like a multitude of others, is unofficially a Pinterestaholic.  And the only reason it's "unofficial" is because Dr. Phil hasn't yet come out and explicitly said there is such a thing.  It's only a matter of time, though. Perhaps I should actually thank Pinterest.  It got my to do what nothing else has for a month and a half now... a blog post.  My blog thanks you, Pinterest.  And it thanks my wife, too.  She wanted a way to measure and document our kid(s) height(s) in a way that we can take with us whenever we leave this house. [For those reading between the lines and wondering what "kid(s)" means, number 2 is not on the way yet... just planning ahead.] So, after a quick search of Pinterest, my wife found several examples of oversized rulers as growth charts.  And then came the honey-do look in her eyes, and that's where I enter the scene stage right.  After a quick assessment of skill-level required to do our own ruler, I was confident - even with my, ahem, underwhelming handy-man skills, - that this is something I could do.  And for extra credit, we wanted to Pottery Barn-ize our version by sprucing up the numbers a bit.  Easy peasy... instead of painting them on, we just went out and bought some decent looking brushed metal finish house numbers. Overall, I'm pretty happy with how it came out. I did have a little issue when sanding the 2nd coat of polyurethane where it fogged over a bit.  Still not sure why, but it wasn't terrible and it was hard to notice unless you got it in just the right light.  It does kinda bug me that something like that happens at almost the very end after all the work I put in on it, but I'd rather just try to ignore my perferctionist tendencies than start over and have to tape off those God-forsaken tick marks again. Anyway, here it is in it's final (for now) resting place in the kitchen.  And keep on reading below if you're interested in the process and wanna make your own.

Trust me.... if I can do this, surely you or any other 4th grade shop student can.  The biggest thing you need is patience.  If you're like me, I love instant gratification on projects like this, and I have a tendency to wanna rush the waiting/curing times a bit and move on to the next step.  Patience, grasshopper. Anyway, this is what I started with... a pre-cut 6' trim/molding board from Home Depot.  I had planned on having to find buy a larger piece of wood, cut it down, and sand it before I could do anything else, so I was pleasantly surprised to find this score.

The next step was to lightly sand the edges of the board to soften them up a bit since they were pretty sharp when I bought the piece of wood.

After sanding, I wiped down the board to get rid of the dust from sanding and then applied a coat of stain.  I used the "Jacobean Bean" color because I wanted something darker and a little more sophisticated.

The next stage was the worst part of the whole process.  I tried to think of every shortcut I could think of to make quick work of the tick marks, but in the end I knew I wouldn't be happy if they didn't look good.  I'm sure there's probably an easier way to do them, and if you know of one, I'm not sure I even want you to tell me because I don't wanna be annoyed by how much time I might've been able to save.  I used a ruler and a pencil to mark off tick marks at every inch and then drew each tick mark on the board with pencil. Then I used painter's tape and masked off the edge of the board exposing only the areas I wanted to paint. I'm not gonna lie... total beat-down.  I wish the NCAA men's championship game woulda been a little more exciting to distract me from the monotony of taping.

Next up, painting!  I chose an oil-based glossy black paint to make sure I got a durable finish that would stand out enough against the dark stain color. I put on 2 coats, and let dry overnight.

After letting the paint dry, I removed the tape (tons more fun than putting it on), and brushed on the first thin coat of polyurethane for a protective sealant.  I let it dry for about 4 hours, and then lightly sanded the board with 220 grit sandpaper to smooth out the rouch texture of the polyurethane and then wiped the board with a damp cloth to remove the dust.  Everything looked great at that point.  I wanted to put one more light coat on for a little extra protection against anything the kiddos might try and do to it, and this is where things got a little hairy.  I used the same exact process to apply the 2nd coat of polyurethane as I did the first one, but this time when I sanded the second coat and wiped it down, I got some fogging over parts of the board. Boooooo.   At this point I had 3 choices.  1) Dial down my anal perfectionist inner voice and let it ride as is.  2) Try to fix the fogging with some kind of ad-hoc, cross-my-fingers-and-hope-this-doesn't-ruin-everything rework process. 3) Start over.  Option 2 got eliminated pretty quickly after talking with a couple people about how I could and most-likely could not easily fix it.  Option 3?  Pffft... Not gonna happen.  I'd rather light my hair on fire and then throw gasoline on it before having to do all those tick marks again.  Sooo... option 1 it was.  And rather than call the slight fogging in a couple places defects, I'm calling them character.  Besides, they really are hardly noticeable once you get them the board outta the sunlight.

The last step was to attach the brushed nickel house numbers to the board and hang it.  The numbers were self adhesive, so... bonus!  I marked the board 3/4" from the opposite edge of the tick marks for my baseline for each of the numbers to make sure they lined up.

And voila!  Here's a closer shot of the final product after hanging it in the kitchen.

I think each year where going to put a small image of each kiddo on the board at the location designating their height for that year.  And I'm also marking my height on the board this year when I turn 40... so I can see if I've started shrinking yet.

Like seemingly everything in my life these days, this post is running is just a tad late. As a friend told e not too long ago, it's amazing how one little piece of humanity (a baby) can require so much stuff and disrupt your own humanity. There. I listed my excuse. Now, let's move on. Kylie and I and Saige went to Indiana to visit Kylie's family for Saige's first Christmas.  As you might imagine, Saige got no attention from anyone back home at all. None. [grin] Actually, I think as long as we bring her, Kylie and I's presence is optional these days. I kid, I kid. We had a wonderful time watching our little girl experience the wonderment and magic of what to everyone else was Christmas. To Saige, it was just another day... except with wrapping paper and bows!  But it was special to us nonetheless.  In fact, Kylie and I kinda joked that we kinda felt a teeny bit guilty for not having gotten Saige anything other than a first ornament for her first Christmas. Then we laughed and blew it off knowing the grandparents and the rest of the family would take care of that. And they did. Hugely.    Such a great time just to relax and hang out with such wonderful people.  Here's a few images from our visit.

Saige's newest talent, blowing raspberries, was hilarious... except at the dinner table.  In fact, my father in law Garry and I got "excused" from the kitchen one night for encouraging Saige by laughing.

Love those eyes.

The in-laws: Bryce, Tina, Saige, Kylie & Garry.

[The BIL] Bryce and his dog Phyllis.  Somebody wants a kiss... and somebody doesn't.

Christmas day!  Saige got in a little exercise with "Grandfather Garry" before show time with the presents.

As expected, Saige was all about the paper, and especially the bows. The gifts? Ehhh... not so much.

Bryce gets a little testy when I don't give him photo credit, so here it is.  He took these next two.

Saige's first camera!  Won't be long 'til I've got myself a cheap 2nd shooter.

While we were in Indiana, Bryce, Garry and I took a little trip to New Harmony, IN.  It was founded as an experimental Utopian society in the late 1800s.  The Utopian part didn't last, but the historic, cool little town did.   The next three images were from a roadside find on the way there.

The whole town had this kinda feel to it.

The town's been partially flooded a couple times, and the water was a little high in some spots the day we were there.  Bad for the residents. Good for photos.

Bryce and Garry looking "normal" on a bench.

Kylie and I stopped over to Nana's one day for a little visit. Nana is Saige's great grandmother.

I'm a little late posting the front half of our Christmas card this year, but, hey, I'm early on the back side!

Long time, no post.  Recurring theme around here.  I think about posting quite a bit actually, and I actually did  post frequently... a little over 8 months ago.  Since then I've been in love with this new hobby called fatherhood, and honestly the choice between doing a blog post or hangin' out with this adorable little girl is an easy one.   On top of that I seem to be stuck in this internet no-man's land between Facebook, Twitter, the blog, and - for about 2 days - Google+.  Sometimes I just post on Facebook, sometimes on Twitter, occasionally on the blog, and once in a fort night on all 3.  I feel technologically discombobulated. (for the record, that may be the first time I've ever used that word in the written form.)  Occasionally I hate technology because as much as it benefits us in so many ways, it also has a way of enslaving us to it to where we feel like we're gonna be left behind if we're not constantly paying attention to it.  You suck, technology... but I love you. The message at church this past Sunday was about creating more margin in our lives. Making time to focus on the things that really matter, and discarding the things that don't.  Very timely and very personal to me as I spend an insane amount of time worrying about, working on, or playing around with things that are relatively unimportant and won't matter tomorrow, next week, next year, or on my deathbed.   One of the quotes from the message at church on Sunday was, "What would you do today if you knew you couldn't possibly fail? Now go do it."  Those are inspiring and at the same time intimidating words.  Exciting to hear, hard to do. Think about it, though.  What would YOU do? And while you're thinking about it, I'm off to do something easy for now that I know I can't fail at... I'm off to have fun playing with Saige.  In the meantime, here's a few images from her 7th and 8th months.

Saige's face says it all... it was a rough hair day for daddy.

Kylie's parents came in town for Saige's Baby dedication at church back in November.  Here's Saige hangin' out with Grandfather Garry.

And here's Saige and Kylie's brother, Uncle Bryce.

Love how contemplative and inquisitive Saige is now.

Gettin' some grub from Grammy (Kylie's mom).

Belly's full. Nap initiated.

Sweet.

Sweet part 2.

I posted this image on Facebook a while back. Poor Mia.  Saige tugs on her fur, ears, and Mia just whimpers and takes it without ever snapping at her.

Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?  Slap that baby (the camera, not the baby) into "P" mode, and I've got myself a budding assistant/2nd shooter!

Saige at the park with "Nonni" (my mom) at the park.  BTW, Nonni means grandmother in Italian.  Record that in your head for a future Trivial Pursuit game.

Headin' for the tree in a Christmas outfit from my step-mom, Kay.

Her big eyes kill me. I'm toast when she gets older.

Hangin' in her high chair.

Not every minute's a rosy one around the Nicolosi household.  Unfortunately, faces like this one seem to be more frequent these days.

Poor Mia... just waitin' for some scraps to fall her way.