Spring Break 2009

This year for Spring Break we went up to Salt Lake and stayed at Dixie State's condo at the American Towers (Jon had to do some work there). We stopped for lunch at Brick Oven on the way up for Grandma DeWitt's birthday.

That night we walked to the Gateway and watched Coralyne.

The next day we went to the zoo. Dewy still asks me everyday "where the alligator's go?" (The display was closed because the female was nesting.)

Even though he didn't get to see the alligators, Dewy really liked the zoo.

Here we are looking at the Zebras.

The kids looking at the Elephants.

After our visit to the zoo, we stopped at the This is the Place Monument. Dewy apparently is not yet ready to understand the gratitude and respect we owe the pioneers. In case you can't tell, yes he is picking the praying boy's nose.

The funniest part of the vacation came that afternoon at the pool. I was sitting out with Tilly because she had just almost drown (no that is not the funny part). A man, an older overweight man, walked into the pool from the workout room. He walked right over between me and Tilly and took off his shirt and then his pants to reveal the speedo he was wearing and then he jumped right into the pool. You have never seen anyone exit a pool faster than Cricket did. Apparently she was ready to go back up to the condo. When I explained that men in other countries where those to go swimming, she expressed her great happiness that she is a citizen of the United States.

Bend it Like Who?

This is our first season playing soccer.

Tilly had her second game yesterday and while, playing goalie stopped the ball with her face, which of course lead to a great deal of crying and sitting out. In an attempt to get back-on-the-horse, her coach put her back in as goalie where she stood with her arms folded and jumped out of the way of the ball instead of jumping in front of it.

Cricket had her first game yesterday and was easily the smallest one on the field and one of the few without soccer experience. A girl on the other team who was probably taller than me walked right up to her and said, "What grade are you in, kindygarten?" Now if you know Cricket you know that she has a puny body and a DeWitt sized temper. She said she was just dying to tell the girl, "Why don't you just shut your face and play the game." I am convinced she didn't say this because she didn't want her coach to get mad and not because she realized the girl could flatten her. She settled for, "I'm in third grade. Why don't you just be quiet and play soccer."

Cricket is getting her tonsils out on Tuesday. I am really hoping that this surgery will have a similar affect on Cricket that it did on Tilly, she will be able to sleep better, and actually do some growing. Then maybe her body will catch up with her mouth, because let's face it, at this point there isn't much I can do about her mouth. Please keep her in your prayers that all will go well.

Tilly Wins the Science Fair

Tilly won first place for Kindergartners in the Science Fair. Now we get to go to regionals again. Yay! A whole day at Dixie College waiting around! We are really proud of her.

Self Expression

If it makes anyone feel better, he slept with a baseball in his hand last night, and that is a cleat on his foot.

Pirate Island Pizza

Some of the kids playing games.
Sage being sung to by pirates and given icecream. What more could a kid want.

Last weekend, Katie came down to work on her new house and we took the kids to Pirate Island Pizza for Sage's birthday. We did presents and cake and ice cream at my house afterwards. It was only my family, JP's family, and Katie's girls there. So, it wasn't really a big to do. Sage's response summed up the feelings of children everywhere: "What only two presents?"

We love you Sagey.

MY new table!

Okay so try to ignore my horrible photography skills and just focus on my husband's table making skills. The time finally came for us to get a new table. The whole time we have been married we have been using my mom's old table. It was about 25 years old and had never been refinished. If it wasn't my mom's I probably would have gotten a new table a long time ago, but I have a really hard time DI-ing anything of hers. Katie saved me from my own sentimentality and took the table off my hands. She is going to refinish it and put it in her new house down here. She kept one of the chairs to refinish and so did I. The other four chairs will remain in her garage until Daniel gets a place of his own and he will take them. If you are lucky maybe she will post the new look of the table when it is finished. (That is a challenge Katie, seeing as you haven't updated your blog in forever.)

Anyway I started looking at tables and couldn't find anything I was in love with that fit my small budget, so I got it into my head to cajole Jon into making me what I wanted. I bought the chairs online and then let Jon do the rest. There was a little bit of trial and error, but it turned out just like I imagined. Poor Jon had more than a few late nights in the garage. I think he was more annoyed that it took each chair thirty minutes to assemble than he was that I acted like a brat and made him redo the trim, but it was all worth it in the end, at least as far as I am concerned. Jon even got us a great deal on the hard wood flooring on the table top because he knew the salesman at the Boulevard (he sells flooring to Dixie).

Thanks, Jon!

ECCLESIASTES 3:1

The change of seasons means something different in our household than it may in yours.

Basketball has passed away and baseball and softball are in full bloom. This is Jon in his softball uniform. He is umping city league softball and high school baseball. I will try to get one of him in full baseball gear up soon (He has his first game tonight). You know what they say ladies, "I'm a sucker for a man in uniform."

In sadder news, I have had to give up my best Christmas and birthday presents this year. My sister bought me a plane ticket to San Francisco for Christmas so we could go on a trip together, but her sister-in-law is getting married that weekend. My parents gave me Wicked tickets for my birthday but they are on Easter Sunday. With the travel we would have to do, we would have to miss spending most of the day with our kids and I just couldn't bare the thought of that. Cricket is already almost to the point that she is too old for hunting eggs, although her competitive nature may keep that tradition going longer than would be expected. (They were both such nice gifts, and they both made it up to me. If it makes a difference feel really guilty about the Wicked tickets). So I guess the lesson learned is never buy me tickets for anything.