4.25.2016

Awards Ceremony


The first award goes to Ruby, Herbie, Moses and Woo for--- 
The Best Game of Ultimate Played All Year.


Most Surprisingly Good Player
Moses


Best Tosses
Herbie


By Far the Best Overall Skills
Woo


Most Likely to Make Me Jealous I had a Head Cold and Just Walking Produced a Splitting Headache
All of them.


Most Likely to Take the Pack Meeting Carnival Very Seriously
Linus


The Winner of the Best Overall Prize
Moses (with a pocket knife)


Best Costume Made of Cardboard in the Shape of Minnesota
Ruby


First Place Stick Inspector
Archie


To be continued...

Continued...

Most Likely to Clear the Fence From the Trampoline
Herbie and Moses

Most Likely to Encourage It
Woo


Most Versatile Dresser: 
Penelope (with the Survivor buff as a skirt and the skirt as a hat)


The Cutest Hat I've Ever Had
Archie


Biggest Fans of Big Brother Linus, the Grown-Up Kindergartener
Penelope and Archie


The Best Birthday
Herbie


Runner Up For the Most Excited for Herbie's Presents
His brothers and sisters (in a very tight race with Herbie himself)


The Present Most Likely to Produce Envy in any Child Alive
The tent


Best Family Home Evening Lesson on the Priesthood
Moses


Most Likely to Plan a Surprise Party for Herbie Revolving Around Socks Stuffed with Other Socks
Moses


Cutest Kid to NOT Find a Stuffed Sock Hidden in the Living Room
Penelope


Best Toss To *Almost* Tie Herbie
Archie


Hope you had a great week!

4.18.2016

Is it Next Week Yet??


Next year somebody please remind me that the week after spring break is not the week to make four dentists appointments. Or to undertake a big shopping trip to Home Depot. Or Costco. And those things were the self-inflicted ones. The car breaking down (more on that later) was not. By midweek I felt like I was drowning. I require a certain amount of down time (aka reading and alone), but with those things and spring break I was not getting it. This next week should be quiet. I'm looking forward to it.

Archie (to assorted siblings all morning): Liar, liar pants on fire! 
Me (already annoyed with it): Don't say that, Archie. Penelope's not a liar.  
Archie: But I was saying it to Moses.  
Me: Don't say it to him either. 
(Trying to think of who he could say it to and coming up with absolute safest example)
The only one you can say it to is Satan.  
Archie: Okay! When I'm friends with Satan I'll say, "Liar, liar pants on fire." I'm going to say that. 
Turns out that's also not advised.


Woo encourages all the kids to bear their testimony at least once in Sacrament meeting after they've turned 8. Moses bore his for the first time last week. It was on following the Holy Ghost and he told a story of going on a hike and having a feeling he should turn back, which he did. I had no idea what he was going to say, but I was grinning pretty hard when he listed all his injuries: a sliver in his thumb, a bruise on his knee and a scratch on his leg.

Part of his fast last week was to not be scared to do it and he wasn't. He said he wants to get up again next month, but we'll see.
Archie (identifying pictures of prophets in Ruby's FHE lesson): Spencer Woolley Kindle!

I was late getting back from shopping so Woo had to pick Linus up at the bus stop. And what should be parked right across the street? A firetruck. The firefighters were happy to give Linus his own personal tour and let him sit in the driver's seat-- a dream come true for him.


When I got home from Home Depot, he helped carry stuff in.
Linus: Mom! I got the toilet seat. (Turning around, excited) Is it furry?!
And to answer that, no. I did not buy a furry toilet seat.

 
Ruby (blessing our curry and naan dinner) Please bless this Indian food... Or Native American food... Or whatever.

Sometime last year during our morning scripture time Moses memorized the account of the first vision on his own. It inspired Linus to try the same thing (with his new giant print scriptures we picked up for him over spring break), but the vocabulary was over his head. He's now spent almost every morning carefully going over the two Sacrament prayers in Moroni.

Ruby, on the other hand, has decided to memorize all of 3 Nephi chapter 9 (she says she likes it), and has done pretty well so far.

At the cabin Penelope made quick friends with a little boy named Nawai. Every meal they would sit together and every meal they would tell the same joke: "What are you eating under there?--Underwear!!!" It never got old.


They also held running races together. One race Penelope tripped and fell. She called out, "Nawai! You were supposed to stop and wait for me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Nawai, and they skipped away together.

Hymn in church: He died in holy innocence... 
Penelope: No! He died in Calvary!

Herbie's most favorite time of year has arrived: lawn mowing season. People always tell us, "Oh, your boy will enjoy mowing for a year or two, and then they'll get tired of it." But I don't think that's going to happen to Herbie. He's walked behind Woo every single time Woo's mowed the lawn since he could walk. Saturday he asked me several times if he could go out and mow the lawn (I didn't even think it was long enough), and when Woo asked him to do it he jumped for joy.


We said A LOT of prayers Thursday and Friday. When we pulled out of the temple parking lot Woo noticed the battery light was on. Then more lights came on. The car started to stall halfway up the canyon, and died right in front of our house, just seconds after the bus dropped Linus off. Linus and I ran in the rain to pick up Penelope and Archie from the sitters, so that all worked out okay, except Woo spent all of Friday on the car. He took a lot of it apart before realizing it was beyond him and had trouble getting it put back together for a drive down to the shop. Two bolts were refusing to go back in. He got one in, couldn't get the other, but had to go anyway. The car did not fall apart on him, but he couldn't get a ride home either, so had to ride his bike up the canyon which has no shoulder for cyclists. He did not die or get hit, and all our prayers were answered in a way we wished, but it was pretty stressful at times.

Well, that's it. Hope you had a great week!


4.11.2016

Spring Break = Far Too Many Pictures.


We did far too many things this week to list them all. I'll try to keep this short by using the pictures as my guide.

We went on a picnic and day hike right here at home. Turns out we already live in a spring break kind of place.


There are trees and a rope swing.


And snacks in plastic bags.


Old plywood boards to give rides to the weary...


And then we left home.


We toured the Beehive House (Brigham Young's home and office in Salt Lake City), which was not the extensive tour with hoarhound candy at the end that I experienced in the fourth grade. This was a 20 minute, 3 room tour, which left a lot to be desired.

Our kids did hoard the limelight and surprised even us by their answers to the tour guide's questions: Brigham Young wore a coat when he entered the valley in July because he was sick (Herbie), Identified the strange writing as the Deseret alphabet (Ruby), and recited the first verse in the Book of Mormon (Moses).

We stopped by the church history museum to see the new Joseph Smith movie, which was kind of neat because the movie screen surrounds you in a half circle (not this picture) and the narration was taken from all 9 accounts of the first vision, but it's 7 minutes long, so don't make a special trip.


Woo and I snuck in a quick trip to the temple while kids slept at Grandma's house, and then we were off. After a pitstop at Dad's shop, we arrived at the cabin of some friends at the Strawberry Pinnacles.


Where we took far too many pictures of ten kids and two adults in a side-by-side.


At some point Archie began to use the phrase "private part" instead of something like "secret spot," resulting in phrases like, "My private part is on the dresser," and "I'm going to put this (his sandwich) in my private part."

We didn't say anything to him about it, but probably will before he enters kindergarten. Don't worry.


We stayed in a cabin, but we did some camping-like things, like roast marshmallows. (Linus reminded us of Elmer Fudd. His constant carrot eating habit only helped--yes, I know Elmer Fudd doesn't eat carrots.)


A makeshift target range for a bb gun was set up.


And we miserably failed to fly some kites (only Penelope got to fly one for just a few minutes). 


To be continued...