Veterans Day Assembly

Last Thursday the kids school had a Veterans Day assembly that the kids were encouraged to invite anyone they knew that was a Veteran. My grandpa served in the Korean War as part of the Navy. I was excited but also nervous to invite him. He has Alzheimer's and I was worried he would get anxious or all of a sudden get confused about where he was. But all went well and he was like a kid in a candy store. They had the Vet's walk out in a precession as the audience stood and clapped. He just lit up. He is very proud of the time he served and is not shy about it. He was great during the assembly and stood and sang the Navy song with the fourth graders. And as he was walking out in the precession he saw Caitlin and stopped to shake her hand, which started the rest of her class wanting to shake all the Vet's that came behind him. It was so cute and he was so happy. He even told Dave on the way home that the day had been a "Good Day." Which is rare in its self because he is usually very nervous when he is away from home. I am sure glad he had a good day. I love my grandparents.

Super Star

Halloween Eve??

If Halloween is technically All Hallows Eve, how do you have a Halloween Eve? It just doesn't make sense to me? Anyway......, being that Halloween was on Sunday this year we celebrated on Saturday. We first had Activity Days Daddy Daughter to get ready for. Cait has been joining me for AD for the last couple of weeks so we let Daddy come to this party too. It was a lot of work and that morning was stressful. But it is over and it turned out just fine.

The kids and I then went up to Grandma's house. Daddy had homework and was going to sleep so it was a good time to go visit. When we left it was pouring in Tooele and not in Centerville so we decided to Trick or Treat up there. Well by the time we actually went it was pouring in Centerville. Aunt Heather was kind and picked up some umbrella's for the kids so it wasn't horrible, but we had maybe gone to six house and Cora had enough so we went back to grandma's. I was soaked, Cora was soaked and I knew when I left the kids that Cait's dress was soaked and so was Dawson. I was not about to make them ride home in soaked costumes so I made a trip to Target. Life saver, cause Cait stayed out for 2 hours in the rain and was very cold when she was done.

The sad thing about going TorT on Saturday, Sunday was perfect! Oh well?

"Felicity"

"GI Joe"

"Rosetta"

Jazz Game

Thursday we were able to go to the Opening Night of the Utah Jazz. We only had 4 tickets so it was, David, Cait, Daws and I. Cora enjoyed herself plenty at Grandma's house and didn't even miss us. Sadly the Jazz lost, but it was tons of fun and the kids loved it. It was a late night however and by the end of the third quarter Cait had had enough. Luckily they were loosing so it wasn't so hard to leave.

Look it's me! I finally made it onto my own blog. It's a miracle.

From Boring to Not SO Boring!

(forgive the collage, I wasn't being patient with Photoshop)

I was going to post about boring things like, going to Temple Square and going fishing with David and meeting a huge dog named Tiger. But then something funny and disgusting happened today. I was outside watching Dawson shoot some hoops. David came out and quickly got bored just watching. So he grabbed the ball and slam dunked it. Now a little back ground on the back board. When we moved into this house there was an old rickety backboard and hoop. A couple of years later the wind blew the back board clear off. So we found one at the DI and replaced it. The new one is huge and really too big for the pole it was on. Much to David's disadvantage, when he made the slam dunk today, not only did the ball come down, so did the hoop and backboard.

At first I thought it had completely missed him because he just stood there for a second with a curious look on his face, but then he grabbed his head and dropped to his knees. A hook for the net hit him right in the head as it came down. I ran to him, took one look, about puked and then grabbed a rag. I pleaded with him to go get stitches. He kept saying no, it would just make a really cool scar no big deal. But I think he started to worry because he wanted me to call a nurse in the ward to ask her opinion before we went to the Dr.'s office.

I won however, so we were off to the Dr.'s. We even made a deal while we were waiting. If he didn't need stitches, I would have to come home, clean the mess up in the kitchen that making grape juice caused and fold the laundry that was stacking in the bedroom. And vice versa if he needed the stitches. Well, the Dr. took my side and told him he would defiantly be needing stitches and at least 10 of them. I just sat back in the chair and laughed and laughed. By the time the Dr. was done 45 minutes later, David had 20+ stitches and a scar shaped like an M.

We found the ordeal really hilarious. Daddy trying to show up his kid totally backfired. Hopefully, he doesn't have a headache all weekend?

PS. Temple Square, fishing and the big dog named Tiger were fun!

I am so Mean!

Are any of you tired of hearing, "I don't like that" from your children? I surely am. Especially from a certain little boy. Well yesterday I was making dinner and cutting up a pepper and an onion for a salad. Dawson goes on about not liking salad and all he was going to eat was the ravioli. I said whatever and went on making dinner. Well then Cait had to open her big mouth and tell Dawson that we had stayed up late Saturday watching Ichabod Crane. That started a whole new whining session. Dawson went on crying that he didn't get to stay up (he fell asleep in the car, what could I do?). So I told him, "If you eat one little red pepper you can stay up a half hour longer tonight." Oh the tears started to flow. He wanted to stay up so bad but eating a pepper was just too hard. So I offered even more, if he would take a big bite out of an onion, like you would an apple, he could stay up tonight too. OH, I wish I would have gotten a video of him crying. AFV winner for sure. He was so devastated. He wanted the reward so bad. So I offered again. If he would eat a whole leaf of lettuce he could stay up three nights in a row. Poor kid just couldn't do it! He was nearly defeated! But then big sister steps up to the plate and took on the onion. It took her a while but she did eventually take a huge bite, chew and swallow. To Dawson that made it look a little less intimidating. Still he cried and just didn't want to. Finally, we started counting down for him to decide if he was going to do it or not. We got to 5 he grabbed the little piece of pepper, chewed and swallowed. SURPRISE! Not as bad as he thought it was going to be. He even ate a little piece of onion and had a salad at dinner. Sadly, like the bad mother I am, I laughed my stinking head off. Seriously, it was hilarious. Hey today for dinner we had Papa Murphy's pizza with onions on it and the boy ate it! Maybe he won't be so scared to try new things anymore?

It's Over!

I never thought this day would come. My sis is finally married. I know four months of engagement isn't that long, but by the time Friday was here it had felt like an eternity since they were engaged. We held the wedding in our backyard so there was a lot of work to do to get ready for the big day. I believe it turned out beautifully. Except for the sore feet I think I could plan parties all the time. I had a lot of fun with it. I hope my sis and new bro in law enjoyed it as much as I did?

The new family: Tim, Evan, Dawn, Shayne, Vincent.

You know I had to take a pic of my adorable children. They looked so cute!

Buddy losf a toof!

It just seems way to early for this. But my little Buddy is toothless. He was so conflicted the night we pulled it out. He was so worried it was going to hurt, but he also wanted the Tooth Fairy to come so bad. The sad part is it took forever to pull the dumb thing out and when we did finally get it out, it bled like crazy which did not help his nerves about it. However, he recovered quickly and had me write a note asking the Tooth Fairy to leave the tooth. I don't know the point of the little note, he took one look at the tooth in the morning then told me I could have it, Silly Buddy!