Greatest. Sports. Day. Ever.

Grandpa and Uncle Richard came into town for the world cup qualifier of USA vs. El Salvador. The US national team beat both teams, (the refs and El Salvador) and won. Great weather. Great game.

Got home, flipped on the tivo, and watched the BYU game.

Prayer works!

Holy Prophecy Batman

Every once in a while comes an audio clip that can not be described, it must be heard. This from news radio, please take a listen:

Benson

Or put this in your browser:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKlqNUGpun0

Calculator and Keyboard

Tim needs kinesthetic work to keep his attention and learn his best. Today, our project was to create this Calculator and Keyboard on an old shower curtain. I know curtain liners are about $3 so next time I might just buy a blank. This one works great in person but the camera just can't leave the leaves out.

The Calculator keys are about the size of his feet so he can step on the "keys" to learn math.

The Keyboard keys are closer to hand size so he'll be on hands and knees to "type" spelling words. For capital letters, I put the Shift keys and caps in red so he remembers those go together. It was somewhat an afterthought so the top row is only 1/2 color coded.

I'm pretty excited to start putting it to use. He seems excited, too.

Happy Haircut

Ami finally agreed to the haircut.

This is before.


This is in the process.


And the end.


Post exercise, bike ride and play time.


And the side view.


The curls appear to be gone. That happened with Maggie, too. We'll see how it is after a wash or two.

Choices

Do you want a haircut?
no.

What are you doing with mom's nylons?
On.

Do you think mom will like you taking her nylons?
Yes!

I am not going to help you, you'll have to put them on yourself.
'kay!

Do you want your cast off tomorrow?
hu-huh.

And God granted me a... soccer player

After coaching Maggie through four seasons of prancing, dancing, flower picking, nose picking, counting the holes in the net, ["watch the ball Maggie! so she] made binoculars with her hands as the ball goes through her legs, I started coaching Tim.

Glor-y glory hallelujah.

He's built like a tank, and so he pushes his way to the center of the bunchie-ball and kicks it out. Then dribbles down the field and scores.

Three times. Hat trick.

I was so happy I bought him a fish.

He named it Oscar. We finished the title:

OSCAR
EL DEMONIO BLANCO DE LA MAR, EL MATADOR DE LOS PESCADOS

A well-deserved 4-3 victory. Largely because of Tim.

Finally.

The Correct Pronunciation is, YEEEEEEEEE HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAW

This week we went to Cowboy camp. It is when those who have never rode a horse go through a crash course on life simplified. It was AWESOME. A fellow S&I family was gracious to invite us to their homestead in Southern Idaho. Fresh air. Fresh food from a garden (don't ask about ours this year). Sleeping at the base of a canyon by a creek (by the way, that word is supposed to rhyme with stick). A breakfast of champions. Riding horses. Log cabin... Makes coming home depressing.

Some of the priceless lines from the trip:

"Brake, dangit, brake, BRRAAKE." - David as his steed took him directly towards and then into a low hanging branch, yes, he forgot the word "whoa".

"Are we going upstairs?" - David trying to remember the word for uphill as his horse moved around. This was his first time on a moving horse not attached to a carousel, pure comedy. I've never seen him so out of his element. He couldn't even speak straight, which has never happened without prescribed drugs.

"Would you like to ride a horse?" "NO." That's the clearest and loudest our third has ever spoken. No need to follow that up with "are you sure?"


Great babysitters also!






The horses: Dusty, Queen with Princess in the background.


In the Celestial Kingdom there are three degrees of glory...



We need to cook that first...



Happiness is... Tim in the saddle, and Maggie near a boy...




From some of the pictures below, you can tell we had not quite got the hang of getting the horses to go where we wanted. This was as close as we could pose by each other and the tallest mountain in southern Idaho.

When was the last time you held a million dollars?

For me? Sunday. Melissa opted to take a nap instead. (She claims the nap was worth it). I visited one of the nation's largest private book collections. I always wondered what my friend's dad did... now I know why we never went into his office.

One of 250 known original copies of the first printing of the Book of Mormon.
Street value: a cool mil.
Real value: priceless.

Many thanks Brother B. for sharing your rare collection.