Sunday, December 21, 2008

Field of Dreams

(Disclaimer: Some pics in this post are sideways. I don't know why, and I can't figure out how to fix them. So humor me. Or e-mail me and tell me how to fix them.)

To most of you, this looks like your average football field.

To my dad, this field represents countless hours of hard work, dedication, late nights coaching, and, most recently, yet another undefeated season for his team at Hunter Middle. Oh, and? No opposing team even put a point on the board. Just thought I'd add that, too. So, all of these reasons and more make it even more appropriate that the name of this new field is in honor of my dad: Eaves Field.

On Thursday, we surprised my dad at the sports awards program at his school. He had no idea that the field was being named for him, or that we would be in attendance. This is Coach Richardson, Dad's assitant coach and former student, announcing the big surprise. My dad was shocked. He was even more shocked when our entire family rounded the corner.

After several standing ovations, a speech by Dad's hiring principal, the county commissioner and a school board member, my dad thanked everyone, including his family. I had already been crying since we walked into the gym, but this sent me into the ugly cry.

The audience included the student atheletes at Hunter and their families...

...all of which came to my dad at the conclusion to hug him and congratulate him.

We attended a reception in the libary following the perfect is this cake?!

This is my dad and Mr. Sterchi, his hiring pricipal. Hunter Middle opened in 1995, which was my 8th grade year. So, my dad was my art teacher! (I got an A, woo-hoo!)

This is my dad and his two assitant coaches, Coach Nau and Coach Richardson (what up, Crystal!). They're responsible for arranging the covert op that enabled our family to crash the program. My dad also loves working with them.

Coach Eaves and his family (we miss you, J!)...

They say behind every great man is a great woman...

Me, Dawson and my dad. Let me just tell you, it was a wee bit surreal to be holding my kid in the hallway I used to walk every day when I was 14.

My dad in front of his art room...he's been an art teacher for more than 28 years. That's A LOT of finger painting. (So kidding!)

Ah, yes. My humble baby brother. This is the plaque for Outstanding Leadership Award...both of our names are on it. Brandon will be quick to point out his is on there twice. (Duh. Seeing as how I was only there for one year.)

Afterwards, we ate lunch together at Cracker Barrel...

...where my dad's day was topped of by a phone call from Afghanistan.

Jason was on the other end to congratulate him.

There are days that you keep locked in your memory...ones that are epochs in your life. This day will always be one for me.

Next time you're in Ooltewah, swing by HMS to check out Eaves Field!


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Hi, Jason!

Oh, people, I am so excited because my brother called my SIL from Afghanistan today!!! He is doing good, and asked that I post some pictures of the Zomeister on my blog so he can see them. His e-mail is really, really slow, so it works better for him to look at the blog. If you want to leave him a comment on this post, that would be great!

Jason - I love you and miss you! I'm glad you're ok and I'm glad you're in a hard building inside the wire. Don't go on too many helicopter rides. Krystal got her hair cut like Miranda on General Hospital and it looks will love it. Zoey tried to take Dawson's bottle away from him yesterday...hilarious!! It's been rainy here but not too cold. Lots of people ask me about you and are praying for you and are grateful for what you're doing. Jeff and Leatha sent you an e-mail...I forwarded it to you and I hope you got it. Please be careful!!!!! Here are some pictures for you, Ross...


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Dawson is 11 Months Old!

My baby isn't a little baby anymore!

He is constantly on the move, usually sporting a bruise of some sort on his forehead from his latest bout with a wall, door, table or chair.

He can stand by himself, and has taken a few steps!

He will clap, dance and point and say "oooohhhh" at anything he finds interesting.

We love you, little buddy!


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

You Don't Mess With the Zohan!

Son! What are you doing? Leave her tray alone!
Whoa, mama, I got this. Take a pill.
Seriously? You're going to let him keep this up? This swing is supposed to be relaxing. Guess what? It's really becoming not so much.
Ah, yes. Thanks. he still behind me?


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Ecstatic for an E-Mail!

We've heard from Jason!

Below is part of an e-mail that he sent to Krystal:

"Well, I am on my way to Afghanistan. We have made it through Maine, Germany, and I am at the other place now. We are leaving very soon. The next email I should send you will be from Afghanistan. It is pretty cold here, but just about the same as home. I am pretty tired. It is already Tuesday over here. The plane ride was long and uncomfortable, but they had pretty good food and we usually stopped every 6 hours to stretch, etc. Everywhere was rainy, it was weird. Other than that, everything is normal and good.

I know I said not to send many emails, but keep them coming. Now that we don't have cell phones, those are the only things I will be looking forward to."

It is so good to know where he is and that he is safe!

If you or your kids would like to write an e-mail to him or to the troops he's serving with, you can send your messages to: and put "Thanks for Serving" in the subject line.

I will make sure he gets them.


Monday, December 1, 2008

I'll Have Some Valium with a Side of Crown, Please

My brother left for Afghanistan yesterday.

Sedate me now.

He'll only be gone for 4 months - which could be the shortest deployment in the history of the armed forces (yay!) - but he'll be east of nowhere in a warzone, so that's kind of the reason I need some narcotics.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid...
Jason and my parents...
My hero and me...
Some cuddly time with Krystal and Zoey...

Please, please pray for Jason and the other soldiers every day.

The bright side of this is that we get to have a major par-tay in April when he comes back!