2012: Fitter. Happier.

more productive. comfortable. not drinking too much.
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week).
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries.
at ease. eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver. a safer car (baby smiling in back seat).
sleeping well (no bad dreams). no paranoia.
a good memory. still cries at a good film.
still kisses with saliva. no longer empty and frantic.
like a cat. tied to a stick. that’s driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
calm. fitter, healthier and more productive.

(radiohead 1997)

Claritin Clear.

Sebo has allergies. Crap. A few days ago he had started coughing. It went back and forth between being wet and dry, but over the course of a few days it just seemed to be getting worse, not better. My mom thought it seemed like allergies. No. not possible, he’s THREE. This is just a cold that he’ll get over, right? Well, yesterday I took him to the pediatrician and she checked him out and concluded that it seemed like allergies. Most likely to Ragweed since that’s what’s really bad right now.

I’ve had allergy problems as long as I can remember. So has everybody in my family. So has pretty much everybody I know, come to think of it. I had hoped feeding Sebo organic milk would have helped scare off the allergies, but I guess not. Who knows, maybe they would be way worse if he’d had regular milk all this time? Or maybe one has nothing to do with the other. But I do know this: unfortunately I think Tennessee is the culprit. Air quality here is some of the worst in the country. When we drive down to the Gulf Coast for vacation, my head clears up. When we drive back home, the moment we cross the Alabama state line back into Tennessee, my eyes water, my nose fills up with goo, and the sneezing begins. So while our dream life resides at the coast, for now we are raising our sneezy family in Music City, and so unfortunately, I believe we are destined to be a Claritin Home. Or at least the Target-brand generic version.

Super Mario Bros Wii

So as of a couple months ago we had completed 7 of 8 worlds on the “new” Super Mario Bros. Sebo’s efforts are included in that, he’s amazingly good at it for a three year old. Then one day we discovered how easy Nintendo made it for a three year old to erase an entire game with just a couple simple clicks. Is there anything in the Parenting Handbook about how to cope with such loss?

Sweet sebo

Sebo is being incredibly sweet this morning. Yesterday was Labor Day, and this Thursday-Friday the biz is closed so we can move it to our new condo in River Plantation. So today and tomorrow are going to be beasts, trying to knock out a week’s worth of design work in two days, on top of Michelle finishing up a cake top that delivers tomorrow (technically, it’s a very sweet candle holder that’s not actually topping a cake). And so back to sweet Sebo … we’ve kept him home from school today because he has been fighting a cough and runny nose since Saturday evening, and I’m going to take him to the doctor in about an hour and a half. They’ll probably tell us there’s nothing we can do, just push liquids, vitamins, get a priest, etc … but it’ll make me feel better since it’s only been about a week or so since he had a pretty vicious 24-hour bug. Just want to make sure all is well.His spirits are very up, he is in the hallway right now playing with his Red Retro Kitchen while I am trying to write some clients back about how we are going to handle the next couple weeks of deadlines. He keeps fixing me baskets of fruits and vegetables from his kitchen, and apparently Granny keeps calling on his personal line, so we keep “talking” to her. Right now a scary ghost has taken his food into his cardboard house and he’s asking me to go rescue it for him. Duty calls.


Three years ago today, we were in the hospital. Michelle was in labor for a total of 40 hours if you remember. But we had no idea while we were in the thick of it how long we would have to wait.

Tomorrow afternoon, Sebo turns three. THREE. (3). That doesn’t hardly seem possible. So much has changed in three years. Our home, our friends, our jobs, our way of life. It has been an amazing journey, filled with every emotion I could possibly write here. I am SO in love with my wife and SO in love with my son that I hardly even know how to express my feelings in words, on this blog. I just want everyone to know that The Grayums are going strong, we are here to stay, and we have lots and lots of great things in our future :)

Tomorrow evening we are taking Sebastian and his friends to bounce their brains out at Monkey Joe’s. He has been looking forward to it for weeks, and honestly, so have I. It is so great to watch him have fun. Even though the ENTIRE time will be spent trying to make sure he doesn’t try to be too much of a daredevil and climb somewhere he might get stuck, or jump off the top of a building head-first. This is the same kid who, 95% of the time (at least) goes down a slide any way BUT feet first. He’s creative.

By the way, our great friends Mark and Di had their twin boys this morning. So they are in the hospital as I write this, starting an all new phase of their lives. We are so happy for them!

Good night. Tomorrow should be a fun day :)


So Sebastian has started singing. (Notice how I haven’t updated my blog in six months, and I’m acting like that’s not the case? Classy, huh?) That’s a lie. He has always been a singer. But now that he’s learned a lot of words, his singing sounds very different. It’s very soft and sweet, with the makings of a real melody. And his songs scatter in sounds from real words, but not necessarily whole words. He especially likes to sing in the back seat of the car while we’re driving. I imagine that’s kind of like his version of singing in the shower. Last night after I picked him up from my mom, who s staying at our empty condo until she and my stepdad can rebuild their flooded house, we were driving through River Plantation, looking at some of the piles of trash that still haven’t been picked up yet after the flood. He was singing so sweetly and peacefully in the backseat, reminding me how lucky I am that I get to be his dad. It made me reflect on what a ride all of this has been (The flood, fatherhood, marriage, life in general) and it made me tear up, thinking that amidst all of this devastation, I’ve seen more humanity and giving out of people, my community, my friends and neighbors, my family, than I ever have in my life. I see more than ever that Home isn’t a building, it’s a feeling. It’s friends and family. It’s whatever and wherever you define it to be.

2009 in Photos

Wow, these are amazing. I think my favorite is the one of the baseball pitcher.


This is what Michelle and I will be doing tomorrow. Our friend Jeremy started this movement and it has now spread to include more than 6500 photographers with events in 58 countries around the world. And we will be serving with our friend Kevin in Robertson County, taking photos. Feeling very excited, nervous, humbled, blessed. In less than 24 hours, people all around the world will be getting their photo taken for the very first time.