Two Stories About David

I love my husband.

1. When I found out I had to get a root canal, I called Vid from the dentist's office to cry a little bit. Later that day, he went out and bought me these:

He also bought me a bottle of my favorite Merlot. When I asked him why, he said, "Well, you were sad, and it's not like I could go out and buy you something sweet to eat."

2. Abigail has a sweet stuffed lamb our friend Em bought her for her baptism. I decided to name him Jeremiah. I don't know why. I guess I liked the name. A little while later while I was picking up her toys, I realized Abigail had not just one, but three lambs.

When I told my David I named the middle one Jeremiah, he told me we should name the other two. Can you guess what he decided? From left to right: Isaiah, Jeremiah... and LAMBentations.

Revenge of the Snow Drops

Last spring, when I was mucho prego, I had a bout of cabin fever and needed to get outside. So I attacked our front gardens, pulling up hundreds of little while snowdrop flowers that had popped up in early March. I literally pulled the bulbs out in fistfuls, making piles and piles of the ugly little flowers. (I hate calling a flower ugly, but really, these were. They have a wussy little white bloom that lasts about 48 hours, and then their short little stems and leaves just droop over, looking like overgrown grass in your garden. I'm sure they look lovely in the woods, but they don't on a suburban lawn.) I was on my hands and knees for hours one day, and posted the next day about how tired I was. But when it was done, and I surveyed the clean beds, I felt so good. Downright victorious.

On Sunday after church as David and I were unloading Abi-girl from the van, he turned and pointed. "Ooh, look! The snowdrops are back!" He sounded happy, but then turned and saw my face. "Wait, you don't like them. Weren't you going to pull them up last spring?"

Season's Greetings

David was SO PROUD of that sugar cookie he frosted, he made me the best Christmas card ever.

Sweet Tooth

I decided this year to make my first-ever batch of sugar cookies. My family has a recipe, but I'm not particularly fond of it. (Every time I admit it, my mother tells me she thinks there's a defective gene in the pool, somewhere.) My family makes crispy, thin sugar cookies, with sprinkles. I prefer thick, soft cookies, with frosting.

I used (and tweaked) the recipe from Joy of Cooking. I thought they turned out well.

I convinced David to help me frost them. We worked on them last night. Guess which plate is his?

My Rock Star Husband!

Check it out, check it out!

http://decemberadio.com/tour.php?id=80

I'm so proud!!!

Summer!

I hate bugs. I'm a big bug wussy - very bad at killing them, and very grossed out by most all of the insect world. I can't get over my phobia. I always call on Vid to play exterminator.

A few weeks ago, D killed a jibblie bug on our bathroom ceiling. (What's a jibblie bug? It's one of those grayish, hairy, fragile looking millipedes that hang out in damp places in our house. We hate them. When you squash them, all that's left is a gray blob and some million quivering legs.) Since then, every time I've walked into the bathroom, I've scanned the ceiling and the floor for gross things. To my relief, I've never seen anything.

So yesterday, D left for work. I get up, turn on the shower (bleary eyed, no contacts, etc) and climb in. I turn my face towards the water, look up at the shower head, and crawling around on top is a JIBBLIE BUG. I watch it crawl frantically back and forth near the spray. It's clear I've startled it as much as it's startled me. I don't want to stick my head under the water, because if Jibblie Boy decides to head towards the spray, he'll be knocked off the shower head, onto my head, and get tangled in my wet hair. And that might be the worst thing EVER. So I shut off the shower and jump out to put my contacts in. My thinking is I'll be able to see him better, and then I can reach up and throw a rag over him or something and squash him. Only, by the time I have my contacts in, Jibblie Boy has crawled OFF the top of the shower head, down in between the faucet and the cap. (You know, where the water comes out.) I know he's in there, because he's his antennae and the tip of his head are peeking through the gap. There are two long feelers wiggling around, threatening me.

What do I do? There is no Vid to save me. I'm half wet and need a shower. Can he fit through the holes? Will he climb back out? I decide to get back in the shower. I figure since I have my contacts in, at least I'll see him make an escape, and I can hop out. To my relief, he stayed put. But I took my shower eyeing those antennae with a scowl, tilted as far away from him as my baby belly equilibrium would allow. It was a fast shower. Now he's gone. I don't know where.

It made me realize that summer is here. Why? Because summer in Illinois is about humidity and bugs. Not only are the jibblies making an appearance, but we have earwigs EVERYWHERE. And the crickets are out in force at night. This morning it was 80 at 8 AM, and it's supposed to reach 93. Despite the bugs, I actually love the heat. If I were not so fat and pregnant, I'd go out and enjoy it.

Of course, if I weren't so fat and pregnant, I'd be at the office, working. So, never mind.

"Can I have your autograph?"

Last night my husband was asked that question more than a few times. It was our first taste of what it really felt like for him to be a "performer". DYB's concert/album release party was this Friday, and by all counts, I think it was a success.

Despite tornado warnings, rain, and hail, we had about 100 people show up to celebrate with us. I was so glad to see so many people come out. It was great to have so much support.

The band performed a sort of laid-back, pseudo-unplugged set. David "revealed" a new-old song Psalm 115 which a lot of people seemed to like, and the band covered a song by Paul Stookey called Love Rules.

The aside picture was taken the night before the gig, when I was messing with the camera, and David was working on the new Martin. You'll notice it's missing a string. He was busy sanding the bridge as I was clicking away, and had to loosen that string to do it.


Take a look at some of the photos of the night.

8 Dozen Cookies + 2 Dozen Cupcakes

= One Hot Mama. Literally. Sweaty. That's a long time in the kitchen.

DYB's concert is happening tomorrow night at Naperville Presbyterian Church, and so I am doing my part to help: Baking my portion of a bunch of desserts for the after party, and learning how to use our new portable credit card swiper so that my friend L and I can work the "merch table". Oooh, sounds so professional!

I have to admit, I'm a bit bummed, though. My baby belly is BIG, and none of the super cool new DYB shirts fit over it very well. I do so wish I had a hip rock-star-mama type maternity shirt to wear. Alas.

Mornings

Yesterday D woke me up with the words, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life."

Groggily I wondered if he meant sleeping in, watching soap operas, and eating bonbons. I did, after all, start my maternity leave yesterday (despite the fact that Baby Girl seems quite content to remain in utero). But I didn't say anything. Just smiled and kissed him good bye as he left for work. And then I rolled over and went back to sleep for fifteen minutes.

Today he woke me with a kiss and the words, "Happy Anniversary." I had forgotten. It's two years today.

Angelic Choruses

I think that's what I heard on Tuesday night when Vid walked through the door with two boxes of CDs, a stack of posters, and a box of T-shirts. Yes folks, the CD is DONE.

Hallelujah.

Here it is in all its glory:

Personally, I think my husband looks pretty stinking hot.

www.davidyeagerband.com

Go buy a CD. You can download the songs or get an actual copy. You can get a T-shirt, or a sticker, or a poster. And after all, like my super amazing husband says, "From the Beatles to U2, nothing says, "we're a band" like four guys standing around looking cool."

Besides being handsome, I think he's hilarious, too.

Check it out!

Cathy Hill, a woman at our church, works for a local Christian radio station as a band/concert promoter. She recently posted on David's latest gig over at Backthird Audio. Take a look!

http://countmeinconcerts.blogspot.com/

Day In, Day Out

I know it's been too long since I blogged, but what can I say? I've been so pooped after work I haven't had the energy to sit down and write. However, right now I'm propped up on the couch watching a bunch of brilliant kids compete in the national Spelling Bee. (I'm also eating a brownie. Mmmm.) These kids are incredible. I feel really, really dumb watching them.

While I sit on my duff, David's at rehearsal - number 2 of 3 this week. He's got two gigs coming up, and the CD release date is estimated to be June 19th (check the website - http://www.davidyeagerband.com/). Sooo exciting!

As for me and Baby Girl, June 28th is exactly one month away... Can't wait. I'm still thinking I wouldn't mind it too much if she came early.

So Cool!

Last Friday David prepared two of the songs off the upcoming album and went and played them at a local songwriters' workshop at a recording studio in Aurora. (For those of you who are curious, he chose Testify and Sound.) Apparently this is something the studio does monthly. The other musicians rate the performances, focusing on the songwriting, and give constructive criticism and/or praise. The performer with the highest marks gets to return the next month as the featured artist.

And guess what? We received a response today. Check it out, check it out:

"David:

Congratulations! I’ve processed all the artist feedback from last week’s Songwriters’ Showcase, and you were the favorite. We’re thrilled to invite you back next month – as our Featured Artist.

(More stuff that I cut out...)

Could you respond to this e-mail as soon as possible and confirm that you’ll be able to play at the next Showcase on Tuesday, June 2?

Thanks – and congratulations again!

Benjie"

How cool is that? He won! The band is already featured online, too.

The studio is called Back Third Audio. Check out the blog to find out some of the fun stuff they do with local musicians.

And for fun, if you haven't already seen this on the DYB blog, here's a teaser of the album art DiscMakers is working on. Fun stuff!

The Martin

He did it. They were successful. D has a shiny new guitar.

I expect to be a guitar widow for the next few weeks.

On Thursday night David announced he had an unexpected day off on Friday. Good Friday usually isn't a holiday at the bank for him, but last week, his boss was feeling benevolent. D said he'd stay home and work on house stuff. (We're still in the process of getting stuff back to the basement.) So, I went to work, and he puttered at the house.
Look what I found when I got home! Isn't my honeyman great? There are a few finishing touches we want to make (painting the closet, getting a rug, hanging a valance and some stuff on the walls, for example), but for the most part, the nursery is set up. This made my week. I have the best husband in the world.

Double Whammy

I'm posting twice today. It must be important, right?

It is. David created a band website! Yeah, I know I just told you guys to go check out his blog, but now there's the website. And it's cooler.

http://www.davidyeagerband.com

Check it out. You can look at photos, download songs, read the band bios, read David's blog - all kinds of stuff. Yes, the blog is fun, but this is the real deal.

Enjoy.