Monday, October 4, 2010

Raingutter Regatta

Last Tuesday night was Blue Tiger's first Raingutter Regatta. He made such a great boat. Unfortunately, it only won two of the four times down the gutter. Anyone who knows our Tiger, knows how he handled this....poorly. He is such a perfectionist. Losing is just not something he does well. He is getting better and we are constantly working on calming techniques, but in the mean time...
Oh well. It was his first time AND he did have the best LOOKING boat. He and Dad made it a pirate ship with cannons and everything. It was fun.
Maybe next year Tiger!

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fun with a girl friend.


I just had the funnest 24 hours. Yesterday a dear friend, Kim came to town for a doctors appointment. We went right after school to pick her up at the airport. As soon as I saw her two years apart disintegrated into nothing and it was like we had never been separated. We stayed up way too late, ate way too much, and didn't get to talk nearly enough. We did get to spend time, and thanks to my ultra cool hubby watching Sage, we got to spend a great lunch alone together before I had to take her back to the airport. I can't wait until she has to come back, even if it is only for 24 hours again.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Kids say cute things

I have a couple of cute stories I wanted to share from today.
EZ lost a tooth last night, so of course he had some money under his pillow this morning. He told me as soon as he saw it. "I need to go to the tooth fairy store and buy a new tooth."

Puppy was helping me make dinner tonight. As I cooked I was munching on some carrots and hummus. He had a bite and really tried to convince himself that he enjoyed it. I finally told him that it was okay if he didn't like it. He then told me, "Jesus doesn't buy hummus."

Gosh I have cute kids!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Follow the Prophet

Tonight we were listening to primary songs and Follow the Prophet came on. Well, Puppy decided that it was missing a verse. He started to sing one of his own. I quickly grabbed a pen and started to write as he sang. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

Isaiah was a prophet he was so awesome.
He could see so much with his really good, good eyes.
Even like a fire truck, he was doing great.
He did good things all the time.
Follow Isaiah
Follow Isaiah
Follow Isaiah
He was so awesome
Follow Isaiah
Follow Isaiah
Follow Isaiah
He's got the best, super-duper ideas.

EZ tried to sing a verse of his own, but Puppy would have none of that. I didn't even get to hear what EZ was trying to sing. If you know Puppy very well, you know his volume control is broken. It's only loud or louder. Sorry EZ my sweet, soft boy.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

BUSY!

Friday night was a fun night. Spike and three of his best friends went (with Dad) to Medieval Times to celebrate his birthday. They had a great time. Spike has some great friends. We are so grateful for them.Star went with the Crimson's to a youth activity. He had a blast, they saw Alice in Wonderland in the park. FUN!
And Blue Tiger's best friend came over for a sleep-over.
A fun filled night for all. Well, almost all.
After Spike's friends were all dropped off and Star came home. Everyone was tucked into bed for the night and I looked forward to a good night sleep.
During the wee hours of the morning I was awakened by footsteps outside my door. I never close my door all the way because so many nights I have children in need of something or another and I would rather have them come into my room and just wake me, than pound on my door and wake up everyone.
So, I knew something about these footsteps was unusual from the very beginning. They weren't coming into my room. After being awakened by them several times (I was in that dream state where I would wake up and then quickly go back to sleep thinking the footsteps were part of a dream). Finally I woke up enough to go out into the hall to find out what the problem was.
As I walked into the hall I was immediately accosted by a leg and then an arm. I stepped back to watch as Blue Tigers best friend marched straight legged with alternating stretched out arms back and forth down my hallway. "What are you doing?" I whispered.
He retorted in a deep (for his age) militant voice, "Night Patrol."
I asked him if he wouldn't mind saving it for at least sometime after 6:00. He said okay and quickly went back to bed. It just makes me laugh to think about it. "Night Patrol."
Here is a pic of he and Blue Tiger the next day at breakfast.
AND today the three Scouts in our family went to a Boy Scout Day camp. Here is a pic of them as they left. Dad told me they had a good day. Spike kind of acclimated to the bugs, which is a good thing. He even went outside all on his own later this afternoon. Which is close to a miracle lately. He's had a hard time ever since a bee sting on his trip to Guatemala. Star is extremely sun kissed. He looks great with a little bit of color. And Dad always feels good when he can do Scouting stuff with his boys.
Pretty busy, but fun filled days!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Happy Birthday Spike

Today was Spikes birthday. I remember 11 years ago (also on labor day) when he was just a tiny little newborn baby. My how the time has flown. I am so impressed with the progress he has made over the last few years.
We spent the day with the Crimson family. Our Angel got home from college on Saturday night, it was fun to have her there again. But alas Uncle Crimson and Cinnamon Crimson have both left us to go back to college. Their presence was greatly missed.
We had hamburgers and hotdogs, and cake and ice-cream. As we sang to Spike he was so cute. Shy and WAY happy. I love to see him so happy. Spike got an I-pod (which is what he REALLY wanted, either that or an i-touch, but mom wasn't willing to get that one for him yet). The Crimsons got the coolest accessory for it. It's a speaker system attached to one of those plasma balls. Too cool! I think Sage loves it as much as Spike does.
We spent the whole afternoon and when it was time to get the bedtime routine started Dad had to drag me kicking and screaming (okay... not literally) into the van to go home. Although, I do think it's harder to get me to leave than the boys.
I love you Spike. Happy Birthday!