Archive for May, 2009


Never Enter into a Contractual Agreement With a Three-Month-Old

May 28, 2009
Breach of Contract, Exhibit #1
Breach of Contract, Exhibit #1

The evidence says it all! Without prejudice or provocation, Coleman broke our signed and notarized agreement. He spit up on me. (For the backstory click here)

As many of you know, when Cole was born, he and I entered into an agreement that stated I would do all of my fatherly duties as long as he saved spitting up his formula for other people to enjoy.

In the beginning, things went swimmingly. I fed him, burped him, played with him and anything else I could think of to hold up my end of the bargain.

Cole was a champ. He held out to his end of the agreement perfectly. I mean, being an infant he couldn’t stop spitting up altogether, but he never spit up on me. Unfortunately for Kolette’s sake she wasn’t a part of the agreement and therefore was spit up on all the time.

Then, a few weeks ago, for some reason or another, Cole decided to treat our agreement just like your average Huggies diaper–and crapped all over it. There was no prelude, no warning, nothing. Just a shoulder filled with regurgitated formula.

Wanting to nip this problem in the bud, I decided that Cole and I needed to go into renegotiations. Like any other deliberation, both sides had to give a little. But, in the end we ended up with an agreement both sides could live with.

A little older and a little wiser, this time I decided to get the terms and conditions of our accord written down on paper and signed by both parties. With more than just a verbal agreement, I was as confident as ever.

Cole signing our agreement

Cole signing our agreement

Then, two days ago, for reasons unbeknownst to me today, Cole spit up all over my newly dry cleaned Tommy Bahama pullover (See Exibit #1).

I consulted an attorney and, although he feels I have an ironclad case, I decided against taking Coleman to court. First, these are the things you have to expect when you enter legal agreements with family. My son is four months old today and I don’t want to ruin the rest of our relationship over a little “spilt milk.” Second, what assets does he have to go after anyway. There’s a few onesies, assorted diapers with Bag Balm, and a Bumbo but that’s about it.

That’s not to say that I haven’t been eyeing his Bumbo, but it just isn’t worth the effort. I’m going to have to let this one slide, and chalk it up to a lesson learned. Never enter into a contractual agreement with the three-month-old.


Like I'm going to want to leave it up to a jury with that smile!

Like I'm going to want to leave it up to a jury with that smile!


Nothing Common About This Cold

May 20, 2009

Not Feeling Great but Still Has That Smile!

Not Feeling Great but Still Has That Smile

Lately we’ve noticed that Coleman’s been a little more stuffed up than usual. That was followed by a cough here and there that led to even more coughing especially at night or while taking his naps. There wasn’t any runny nose, but there was a tiny bit of a fever and a whole lot of congestion in his nose.

As new parents we watched the symptoms for a day but we were unsure what to do. We put a humidifier in his room and set an appointment to see the doctor the next day. I couldn’t believe how concerned I was as he went to sleep last night. We kept the baby monitor on, that way if we knew that he was coughing we at least knew that he was breathing.

In my life I’ve had a number of bouts with pneumonia. For me as a quadriplegic, I have severe respiratory issues so pneumonia can come on fast and take a strong hold. Last night I didn’t sleep much because I couldn’t stop thinking that that same thing might happen to him.

This morning Kolette loaded Cole in the car and headed off to the doctor. I kept praying in my heart that everything would be OK. She called when they were finished and told me that it was nothing more than a little common cold and explained that we were already doing the right things to help him work through it.  He would be just fine.

The weight that lifted off my shoulders was enormous.  I now understand that although it is simply a common cold, there is nothing common about the feelings I have when I think Cole is hurting or sad or just not feeling right.

As that worry was removed following his doctor’s visit, my thoughts turned to my parents.  In the summer of 1986, they had to wait in a hospital waiting room to find out what happened to their 15-year-old boy after he had dived into Lake Powell.  I can only imagine the heartache they felt while waiting and how that heartache must have intensified when they found out I’d become paralyzed from the chest down.

This is a tricky thing being a parent. You put so much love and everything you have into a tiny person that you have so little control over. It’s truly like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and it makes my soul hurt to think of those who have had to deal with tragedies I pray I never have to see when it comes to my child.

I think those parents must be the strongest of us all. I think our Heavenly Father must see something special in them to ask them to endure what must be the greatest of pains – to watch over a child who needs so much extra care or to even deal with losing a child. But, I suppose He would know how all of that feels, too.

So, here’s to Cole. Here’s to his health. Here’s to every parent that has had to deal with their child getting seriously ill or injured or worse.

I hope and pray my boy will stay healthy, but more than that, I pray that if he doesn’t I’ll be able to deal with it in the same quiet wonder that people like my parents have.

Here’s to you, Mom and Dad!



Rise and Shout!

May 15, 2009
My Little Cougar And Me

My Little Cougar And Me

From my very earliest memories I’ve been a BYU fan. I remember being just a young boy standing on my feet at what was then Cougar Stadium singing the chorus to the fight song.

So Rise and Shout, the Cougars are out
Along the trail to fame and glory.
Rise and shout, our cheers will ring out,
As you unfold your vict’ry story.
On you go to vanquish the foe
For Alma Mater’s sons and daughters.
As we join in song, in praise of you, our faith is strong.
We’ll raise our colors high in the blue,
And cheer our Cougars of BYU.

Being the Cougar fan that I am, Coleman has had an array of BYU gear literally from birth. Hats, shirts, nightgowns…whatever I could find with a Y on it. And, I have to say that I loved every minute of sharing this little piece of me with my little boy.

It makes me excited for all the other things I’m going to be able to share with him. Interests, beliefs, or even just time are all things I can’t wait to enjoy with Cole.

Now, I realize we might not like all the same things. In the end, he may not even be a Cougar fan. In fact, there’s always a chance that he could become a Utah fan–and cheer for BYU’s dreaded rival. But, at the end of the day that’s okay too.

As long as we’re sharing, I’ll be happy.


Gooooo Cougars!

Gooooo Cougars!