The last 24 hours have been rather eventful. Andy wandered into the bathroom last night and puked on the floor, you know cause the toilet was right there. But no big deal, I really wasn't too shocked since he had the 5 immunizations the day before. I got him squared away and all was well. After all were in bed I was heading to work out and thought I would check on Andy real fast before doing so. Good timing. He puked right as I went to check on him. No big deal. I had lined the bed with a towel and he actually hit it. Missed the bowl I had for him but the towel saved us.
Once again got him squared away, new towel, he was down and out and we were good to go. I was getting a drink and taking some pills after my workout and suddenly Andy was standing right there. It was one of those close the fridge door moments and surprise. Anyhow, we had a few problems so I got him situated. Once again he missed the bowl and managed to hit two pillows, the towel, the bed spread and the top sheet. I decided it would be easier to bring him in to my bed. I got him all situated. Had a towel down and a bowl right there. I was starting to get myself cleaned up and suddendly the boy puked again. In doing so he managed to pull the towel down and puked all over the bed and a pillow. Sweet.
I had worked out with Amy first and then hit the elliptical so we were fast approaching 2 AM. I bailed on the bed idea, stripped it and had stuff ready for the wash. I made a bed on the floor for Andy with a towel and I parked it on the couch in the living room (he was set up right next to me). We did okay for 4 hours. Then he was begging for chocolate milk or something to drink. I let him have some water but was not doing the milk thing. I figured that was a recipe for disaster. After I got Natty and Jack off to school I finally gave in to the chocolate milk request thinking he had done pretty well for the last 7 hours. Well, that was a mistake. It was no more then 5 minutes after giving him chocolate milk that he puked it up all over the floor. Once again his bowl sat idle right next to him.
To make matters better he had begun blasting out both end simultaneously. He was not very happy and we ultimately just went to the shower. He stayed in for a solid 40 minutes. Didn't want to come out. I kept busy with cleaning the living room floor, getting all the pukey laundry together and ready to go and hitting a little spring cleaning here or there. I guess I can break from all the details of every puke episode. Suffice to say he has puked several more times. Fortunately he started using the bowl. That has helped with the carpets though about 20 minutes ago he sat up, bowl at his side, and proceeded to puke on the carpet once again. I had slacked and did not have a towel down where he was laying so it looks like I will be spot cleaning again real soon.
I am not a fan of puke and don't do so well with it. This time has been completely different for me. My patience has been on the extreme (well, extreme for me when puke is on the menu). I am grateful for that. I joke about the bowl and Andy managing to miss it. In actuality I have felt so bad for my little pal all day (he asked me to call him pal this morning). I took him out of his 3rd shower an hour and a half ago and he immediately squated down on the floor in his towel and puked all over himself. All I could do was love him and comfort him. He has had a rough day. Hopefully tomorrow he will be through but if not we may have a lesson called "If you're gonn spew, spew into this!"
As a fitting end to this post, he just sat up and puked again, completely missing the bowl. Fortunately I have a towel down. Off to clean again...
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sore For Sure
Amy got home from SLC on Monday night and was feeling pretty motivated. She asked if we were going to start P90x. Oh, sweet. I wasn't quite prepared for that but what the heck, no time like the present. The first night we started with a chest and back workout and then last night we were on a cardio program. I am continuing to run and that is great though I am feeling extremely sore at the moment. Despite all the running I have done for the last 9 months there are quite a few muscles in my body that were apparently not getting exercised. So, this is a good thing, right? Wow.
In doing these workouts I find that I want to be right up to speed with what they are doing and can keep up on some of it. However, there are also quite a few things that I am unable to handle at this point. It is amazing just how much seems to go when you don't use it.
I need to more fully use the gifts that I have been given in this life. I need to use them so that they can increase. I need to use them in a way that strengthens those around me and glorifies him that is the giver of the gift. I can't help but think of the parable of the talents. I don't want to be the one who hides the talent that I have been given.
In my Patriarchal Blessing I am told that I have been given a strong body and that I promised my Heavenly Father that I would share them with others. There was a time, 12 years ago, that I was experiencing loss of feeling in my legs. Often times when I would stand up I would lose feeling. I don't know what it was. Eventually it went away but it was a scary thing there for a few months. There have been times when I have not been very fit and didn't take very good care of myself. I am far from being fit now, I think the fact that I am as sore as I am right now is a testament to that.
Over the last several months I have been trying to better care for the body I have been given. What else is there in my life that I need to take care of? What else have I slacked on or let go? Spiritually am I as strong as I need to be or do I need to work out more there? Certainly there are many things that can stand to be improved. Hopefully I will not be as sore in efforts to strengthen myself spiritually. There are a lot of things that I have learned in various parent meetings that I have attended. I have not been able to implement many of them. The things that I have seen and been taught will be a benefit to my children and yet I have not been able to get my stuff together with all of it. Some things I have been able to do but I know that I am lacking a lot ans so perhaps a little more focus there will help to strengthen our family. Those adjustments could definately result in some pain as we focus on improving ourselves and personal development. Sometimes it is just easier for me to take on all the load myself rather than helping my kids develop some of the skills they will need.
Well, there is work to be done. I have learned that there is always work to be done. Continuing to press forward as best as I possibly can will determine just how sore I will or will not be in the future.
In doing these workouts I find that I want to be right up to speed with what they are doing and can keep up on some of it. However, there are also quite a few things that I am unable to handle at this point. It is amazing just how much seems to go when you don't use it.
I need to more fully use the gifts that I have been given in this life. I need to use them so that they can increase. I need to use them in a way that strengthens those around me and glorifies him that is the giver of the gift. I can't help but think of the parable of the talents. I don't want to be the one who hides the talent that I have been given.
In my Patriarchal Blessing I am told that I have been given a strong body and that I promised my Heavenly Father that I would share them with others. There was a time, 12 years ago, that I was experiencing loss of feeling in my legs. Often times when I would stand up I would lose feeling. I don't know what it was. Eventually it went away but it was a scary thing there for a few months. There have been times when I have not been very fit and didn't take very good care of myself. I am far from being fit now, I think the fact that I am as sore as I am right now is a testament to that.
Over the last several months I have been trying to better care for the body I have been given. What else is there in my life that I need to take care of? What else have I slacked on or let go? Spiritually am I as strong as I need to be or do I need to work out more there? Certainly there are many things that can stand to be improved. Hopefully I will not be as sore in efforts to strengthen myself spiritually. There are a lot of things that I have learned in various parent meetings that I have attended. I have not been able to implement many of them. The things that I have seen and been taught will be a benefit to my children and yet I have not been able to get my stuff together with all of it. Some things I have been able to do but I know that I am lacking a lot ans so perhaps a little more focus there will help to strengthen our family. Those adjustments could definately result in some pain as we focus on improving ourselves and personal development. Sometimes it is just easier for me to take on all the load myself rather than helping my kids develop some of the skills they will need.
Well, there is work to be done. I have learned that there is always work to be done. Continuing to press forward as best as I possibly can will determine just how sore I will or will not be in the future.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Shot in the Arm
On the day I registered Andy for school I received a call from the school nurse saying that Jack needed to get his last Hep A shot done. It had been 6 months and it was time. I was then given a list of 5 things Andy had to have done as well before he could be enrolled in school. So I called the local Health Nurse and scheduled the needed immunizations. I decided to tell Jack early this time instead of surprising him with it. That didn't work out so well last time. He was not happy about it when I told him but had warmed up to it and yesterday evening when we talked about it again he was ready. "I only have to get one shot and Andy has to get 5" he said in a tone of relief. All was going well until we picked up Andy from school and I mentioned they were going to put a small needle in their arms. "What? I don't want them to put a needle in my arm." I turned around and looked at him and he was terrified, tears were building up in his eyes. I held his hand and assured him that I would be there with him and would hold his hand. He said he would be brave.
As we walked into the building Andy, who by the way has been completely relaxed about the entire thing, walks up to one of the workers there and says "I'm going to get 5 shots". He didn't even bat an eye and the lady was giving him this look of terror and thought he would be scared. Then she caught on that he wasn't nervous at all and she smiled and was a little more encouraging. I was like, don't ruin what I've got going on here with this one lady. We sat, filled out some paperwork and the boys watched a little Jungle Book on the tv in the lobby. Jack struck up a conversation with a couple that was sitting there. They were probably in their early 20's and Jack just chatted away with them. He had them laughing. I love that he can do that. What a gift to bring a smile to a strangers face and to simply love people. There are times it makes me nervous and we talk about strangers and being careful. That is another story.
We got called back and as we sat down with the nurse Jack was really nervous. The nurse wanted to do him first and he wasn't about to. He made that pretty clear. She objected to my suggestion of Andy going first and thought it would make things harder on Jack. Well, I was the one that had to hold Jack down last time and I didn't really want Andy to see that before he had to get multiple shots. She didn't like my logic but consented. Andy did great on the first and the second shots. He had a little wince at most but did just fine. There were two more to go (they combine two of the vacines so it only took 4 pricks) and she moved to his other arm. Where Andy had been doing great Jack was whimpering and gettting more and more nervous. With the arm switch Jack could see the needle go in and he started to lose it. Andy was still good but these were bigger shots and they hurt a little. He cried some and then the last shot happened and as soon as the bandaid was on and he knew he was done he was fine.
Jack was not fine. He kept saying doctor, doctor, I don't want to have the needle, I'm okay, I don't need to have this. I had to hold him on my lap and wrap my arms around his to keep him still. He was in major tears and the shot was done - I don't think he even realized it so I said "Okay Jack, are you ready for the big shot now?" He was crying and I let him know he was done. Oh, sweet relief. He continued to cry. The nurse offered them both stickers. Andy was happy to take one and Jack cried "I don't want a sticker" and he was out the door. Couldn't get out fast enough.
As we walked through the lobby the workers were all looking at Andy who was completely calm and collected - he was cool. No big deal. They were all amazed. Jack however was still crying and carrying on. When we got outside I told them both how brave they were and how proud I was of them. I carried Jack to the car, still crying he said, "I was so brave". Yes you were big Jack. As scared as he was when I mentioned the needle he actually did very well. I know that this is a scary thing for kids. I don't really know why but it is.
These brave warriors of mine had chosen donuts for their special treat so we headed to Lins. They both picked out sprinkle donuts and chocolate glazed. We grabbed a couple for Natty and then just rounded out the dozen. I think Jack has had three by himself. He is excited to have another for breakfast.
I think Andy was hurting a little tonight. I gave him some pain releiver and he is now in bed. He has one more to go in 6 months and then he should be good. Hopefully he will be as brave and unflinching as he was today.
As we walked into the building Andy, who by the way has been completely relaxed about the entire thing, walks up to one of the workers there and says "I'm going to get 5 shots". He didn't even bat an eye and the lady was giving him this look of terror and thought he would be scared. Then she caught on that he wasn't nervous at all and she smiled and was a little more encouraging. I was like, don't ruin what I've got going on here with this one lady. We sat, filled out some paperwork and the boys watched a little Jungle Book on the tv in the lobby. Jack struck up a conversation with a couple that was sitting there. They were probably in their early 20's and Jack just chatted away with them. He had them laughing. I love that he can do that. What a gift to bring a smile to a strangers face and to simply love people. There are times it makes me nervous and we talk about strangers and being careful. That is another story.
We got called back and as we sat down with the nurse Jack was really nervous. The nurse wanted to do him first and he wasn't about to. He made that pretty clear. She objected to my suggestion of Andy going first and thought it would make things harder on Jack. Well, I was the one that had to hold Jack down last time and I didn't really want Andy to see that before he had to get multiple shots. She didn't like my logic but consented. Andy did great on the first and the second shots. He had a little wince at most but did just fine. There were two more to go (they combine two of the vacines so it only took 4 pricks) and she moved to his other arm. Where Andy had been doing great Jack was whimpering and gettting more and more nervous. With the arm switch Jack could see the needle go in and he started to lose it. Andy was still good but these were bigger shots and they hurt a little. He cried some and then the last shot happened and as soon as the bandaid was on and he knew he was done he was fine.
Jack was not fine. He kept saying doctor, doctor, I don't want to have the needle, I'm okay, I don't need to have this. I had to hold him on my lap and wrap my arms around his to keep him still. He was in major tears and the shot was done - I don't think he even realized it so I said "Okay Jack, are you ready for the big shot now?" He was crying and I let him know he was done. Oh, sweet relief. He continued to cry. The nurse offered them both stickers. Andy was happy to take one and Jack cried "I don't want a sticker" and he was out the door. Couldn't get out fast enough.
As we walked through the lobby the workers were all looking at Andy who was completely calm and collected - he was cool. No big deal. They were all amazed. Jack however was still crying and carrying on. When we got outside I told them both how brave they were and how proud I was of them. I carried Jack to the car, still crying he said, "I was so brave". Yes you were big Jack. As scared as he was when I mentioned the needle he actually did very well. I know that this is a scary thing for kids. I don't really know why but it is.
These brave warriors of mine had chosen donuts for their special treat so we headed to Lins. They both picked out sprinkle donuts and chocolate glazed. We grabbed a couple for Natty and then just rounded out the dozen. I think Jack has had three by himself. He is excited to have another for breakfast.
I think Andy was hurting a little tonight. I gave him some pain releiver and he is now in bed. He has one more to go in 6 months and then he should be good. Hopefully he will be as brave and unflinching as he was today.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Princess Peach
Back in the saddle after two days away and all is well. We have had a great day and everyone is doing good.
Andy has been a good helper today. I am still the worst dad ever for him but that is just life at the moment. Like right now, Natty and Jack are just going to sleep and Andy is playing the piano. I am fixin to ask him to stop and in so doing will be relegated to worst ever status once again. Well, I didn't get the entire worst dad ever rant but I did get an angry Andy moo. He will be passed out and asleep under the piano bench or my chair in the next 10 minutes or so. It is the nightly routine. We are still working on getting him to sleep in his own bed every night. Once he falls asleep I put him in his bed and then around 3 or so he manages to make his way into my bed. Last night he stayed in his bed all night and he had done so for a few nights in a row a week and a half ago. That is a real treat. When he climbs in my bed I end up sleeping on the edge and he is sprawled across the rest of it.
I sat with Jack for a moment when he was turning on Mario Kart tonight. I gave him a few minutes that he could play after talking to his mom and before Family Home Evening. I was on a laundry shift and was making my way back up stairs when I stopped for a bit. Jack got all signed in and then selected his character. Before doing he told me I could leave but I told him I was going to stay. He said I could leave again and at that point I knew something was up. Finally he selected his character, none other than Princess Peach. He was red in the face and we had a good laugh he and I. I asked if that was his girlfriend and he just laughed. It was pretty funny to see him acting all embarrassed like that. He went on to tell me all of the challenges of being Peach in Mario Kart. Apparently her character is hard to control.
Natty is gearing up and excited about soccer in the fall. Amy is planning to coach and has asked if I will coach with her. Coaching an older team as opposed to kindergarten through 2nd graders may be a bit easier. Who knows though? Natty will also be playing summer soccer in Alaska. That will be really good for her. She likes it and I really want her to stick to something. I think she has potential as she isn't too afraid of getting aggressive in there. That is good. At dinner tonight Jack mentioned his desire to play soccer again. I am okay with that if he actually plays this year. I told him it means he has to be at practice and practicing. He also needs to be in the game instead of down by the river picking flowers. He was agreeable to both of these things. Sign ups aren't happening for a little bit still so we will see how he is at that time. I want it to be his idea and his desire. I hope he will do it as I think it is good for him. Not sure what that will mean for me as a coach - I may need to strap on another year in U8. Ouch.
Life is glorious. I am completely wiped out as I am back to little sleep and long days but that is all good. Getting ready to go run but Amy just popped in and asked if we are starting P90x tonight. Uuuuhhhh...
Andy has been a good helper today. I am still the worst dad ever for him but that is just life at the moment. Like right now, Natty and Jack are just going to sleep and Andy is playing the piano. I am fixin to ask him to stop and in so doing will be relegated to worst ever status once again. Well, I didn't get the entire worst dad ever rant but I did get an angry Andy moo. He will be passed out and asleep under the piano bench or my chair in the next 10 minutes or so. It is the nightly routine. We are still working on getting him to sleep in his own bed every night. Once he falls asleep I put him in his bed and then around 3 or so he manages to make his way into my bed. Last night he stayed in his bed all night and he had done so for a few nights in a row a week and a half ago. That is a real treat. When he climbs in my bed I end up sleeping on the edge and he is sprawled across the rest of it.
I sat with Jack for a moment when he was turning on Mario Kart tonight. I gave him a few minutes that he could play after talking to his mom and before Family Home Evening. I was on a laundry shift and was making my way back up stairs when I stopped for a bit. Jack got all signed in and then selected his character. Before doing he told me I could leave but I told him I was going to stay. He said I could leave again and at that point I knew something was up. Finally he selected his character, none other than Princess Peach. He was red in the face and we had a good laugh he and I. I asked if that was his girlfriend and he just laughed. It was pretty funny to see him acting all embarrassed like that. He went on to tell me all of the challenges of being Peach in Mario Kart. Apparently her character is hard to control.
Natty is gearing up and excited about soccer in the fall. Amy is planning to coach and has asked if I will coach with her. Coaching an older team as opposed to kindergarten through 2nd graders may be a bit easier. Who knows though? Natty will also be playing summer soccer in Alaska. That will be really good for her. She likes it and I really want her to stick to something. I think she has potential as she isn't too afraid of getting aggressive in there. That is good. At dinner tonight Jack mentioned his desire to play soccer again. I am okay with that if he actually plays this year. I told him it means he has to be at practice and practicing. He also needs to be in the game instead of down by the river picking flowers. He was agreeable to both of these things. Sign ups aren't happening for a little bit still so we will see how he is at that time. I want it to be his idea and his desire. I hope he will do it as I think it is good for him. Not sure what that will mean for me as a coach - I may need to strap on another year in U8. Ouch.
Life is glorious. I am completely wiped out as I am back to little sleep and long days but that is all good. Getting ready to go run but Amy just popped in and asked if we are starting P90x tonight. Uuuuhhhh...
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Show 4254
We got up this morning and headed over to the Tabernacle for the broadcast of Music and the Spoken Word. It was pointed out that we were a part of history in the making today. This broadcast is the longest running broadcast in the world. It has aired every Sunday morning since the 1920's - I don't remember the exact year but I am thinking 1929. I should just do the math and figure it out but that is okay, a reader that wants that actual year can do it. This morning was show number 4,254. That is pretty darn amazing.
They asked for a show of hands of those who were in attendance for the first time. I did not raise my hand because I have one of those very faint memories of my childhood when the folks dragged us kids out to the broadcast one morning when we lived in Sandy. I was in elementary school at the time. We are talking somewhere around 30 years ago. Wow. I was sitting here pondering the details of that day and thought I couldn't recall anything but actually I do. Today we were sitting in the balcony on the women's side of the choir. When I was a child we sat in the balcony as well on the men's side. We were a couple of rows up and towards the rear portion of the middle section - if that makes any sense. I don't remember much else other than we were supposed to be quiet.
I have this amazing ability to sleep anywhere at just about anytime. When I have to be reverent it becomes somewhat challenging to keep my eyes open. When I have to be reverent and listen to calming music it becomes even more challenging to keep my eyes open. At one point in the broadcast, I am ashamed to say, I woke up to Amy staring at me with her eyes wide open and a sly grin on her face. Look, I had no kids to worry about and the music was quite relaxing. I couldn't help it. So there it is, a history making show and I slept through a good portion of it. What a loser I am.
There are a couple of things that I want to note here. Prior to the broadcast starting we watched Mack Wilberg tuning up the Choir. This was amazing. He had a headset on with a microphone and as the choir sang he would talk to them. He could point out different sections of the choir that needed to give him a little more. He could point out a couple of members that were giving a little too much. When there was something that needed to be practiced again he simply mentioned where counted it and they were right there. The music didn't stop though, it just jumped right back to where he was referring. It was amazing to behold. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is filled with amazing talent and Mack Wilberg must have the most amazing ears for music that I have ever witnessed. It was very cool.
After the broadcast had concluded the choir stood and sang God Be With You Til We Meet Again. I was awake for this and I was feeling a bit emotional. That song has great meaning in my life. As they sang I thought about our friends at the Lunalilo Home in Hawaii Kai. There were many Sundays that my brothers and I were blessed to go there to administer the Sacrament. These people were always so grateful and always so happy to have us there. At the close of every meeting we would sing this song with them. I have loved it ever since and think about those experiences as I sing it or here it. Hearing this sung today by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was a special thing and I am grateful for that. It really is a beautiful hymn with a beautiful message.
Our anniversary celebration with the folks was a great time. I thoroughly enjoyed this quick trip to Salt Lake. It was really neat to be there around Temple Square and to enjoy the area. It was great to be with my family who I love so much. Thank you to everyone for a great weekend.
I do have to share my snowball incident. Amy threw a snowball in our direction as we were getting in the car after our "betters win" sacrament meeting. I decided I was going to get her so I grabbed some snow and got a little closer (we were on the other side of the parking lot). In so doing I had this thought go through my head that I shouldn't throw it because I was not going to hit Amy but would likely hit Liana. I shrugged off that impression and went for it. Every time I have an impression like that and shrug it off I regret it. Such was the case today. I threw the snowball and watched as everything went into slow motion and that thing changed course in mid air and nailed Liana right in the ankle. I tried to warn her but it was to late. I am just glad Liana is a good sport and that she has equally as bad aim as me because whatever she threw in retaliation missed. She did milk it a bit with a fake limp for my benefit as I was apologizing. Have I mentioned previously in this post that I am a loser?
It was great to come home and to be with the kids. They had a great time with Shelina and Sandy and I appreciate their coming up very much.
They asked for a show of hands of those who were in attendance for the first time. I did not raise my hand because I have one of those very faint memories of my childhood when the folks dragged us kids out to the broadcast one morning when we lived in Sandy. I was in elementary school at the time. We are talking somewhere around 30 years ago. Wow. I was sitting here pondering the details of that day and thought I couldn't recall anything but actually I do. Today we were sitting in the balcony on the women's side of the choir. When I was a child we sat in the balcony as well on the men's side. We were a couple of rows up and towards the rear portion of the middle section - if that makes any sense. I don't remember much else other than we were supposed to be quiet.
I have this amazing ability to sleep anywhere at just about anytime. When I have to be reverent it becomes somewhat challenging to keep my eyes open. When I have to be reverent and listen to calming music it becomes even more challenging to keep my eyes open. At one point in the broadcast, I am ashamed to say, I woke up to Amy staring at me with her eyes wide open and a sly grin on her face. Look, I had no kids to worry about and the music was quite relaxing. I couldn't help it. So there it is, a history making show and I slept through a good portion of it. What a loser I am.
There are a couple of things that I want to note here. Prior to the broadcast starting we watched Mack Wilberg tuning up the Choir. This was amazing. He had a headset on with a microphone and as the choir sang he would talk to them. He could point out different sections of the choir that needed to give him a little more. He could point out a couple of members that were giving a little too much. When there was something that needed to be practiced again he simply mentioned where counted it and they were right there. The music didn't stop though, it just jumped right back to where he was referring. It was amazing to behold. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is filled with amazing talent and Mack Wilberg must have the most amazing ears for music that I have ever witnessed. It was very cool.
After the broadcast had concluded the choir stood and sang God Be With You Til We Meet Again. I was awake for this and I was feeling a bit emotional. That song has great meaning in my life. As they sang I thought about our friends at the Lunalilo Home in Hawaii Kai. There were many Sundays that my brothers and I were blessed to go there to administer the Sacrament. These people were always so grateful and always so happy to have us there. At the close of every meeting we would sing this song with them. I have loved it ever since and think about those experiences as I sing it or here it. Hearing this sung today by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was a special thing and I am grateful for that. It really is a beautiful hymn with a beautiful message.
Our anniversary celebration with the folks was a great time. I thoroughly enjoyed this quick trip to Salt Lake. It was really neat to be there around Temple Square and to enjoy the area. It was great to be with my family who I love so much. Thank you to everyone for a great weekend.
I do have to share my snowball incident. Amy threw a snowball in our direction as we were getting in the car after our "betters win" sacrament meeting. I decided I was going to get her so I grabbed some snow and got a little closer (we were on the other side of the parking lot). In so doing I had this thought go through my head that I shouldn't throw it because I was not going to hit Amy but would likely hit Liana. I shrugged off that impression and went for it. Every time I have an impression like that and shrug it off I regret it. Such was the case today. I threw the snowball and watched as everything went into slow motion and that thing changed course in mid air and nailed Liana right in the ankle. I tried to warn her but it was to late. I am just glad Liana is a good sport and that she has equally as bad aim as me because whatever she threw in retaliation missed. She did milk it a bit with a fake limp for my benefit as I was apologizing. Have I mentioned previously in this post that I am a loser?
It was great to come home and to be with the kids. They had a great time with Shelina and Sandy and I appreciate their coming up very much.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
20 of 26, painful delight
5:45 came a little too early this morning. I was not ready to get out of bed and after a two snooze button performance I rolled out of bed at 5:55. Jim and I were on the ready and Jay, Sara and Tommy rolled up at 6:40 or so. We were on our way to get Dave and then head on to Salt Lake for the folks 40th Anniversary get together for the adults. We had a good drive up. The weather was good. The company was good. I got a bit of a nap on the drive and was excited to see this area of Utah. Haven't been up here for a number of years. I think the last time up was in 2002 for Grandma Vi's funeral. That was quite a while ago. There is a lot that has changed especially downtown around the Temple.
We stopped in for a bite at JB's at the Plaza hotel by Temple square. The buffet was a bit scary looking and I opted for a biscuits and gravy plate. That was delightful. I asked for a little hot sauce and was given some Chipotle flavored Tabasco. We had a good laugh when I mentioned Chipotle and how it tasted a little different. Jim provided the correct pronunciation of Chipotle. I said "Thank you Aunt Kelly" and we all started chuckling. Turns out that the back of the bottle provided the correct pronunciation and Jim was merely helping the rest of us out. Sorry, those of you who don't know the story of Aunt Kelly providing correct pronunciations of everything Spanish will not appreciate this - We, however, enjoyed the moment and had a good chuckle. I don't know that I have any recollection of Aunt Kelly ever saying something like this but we are all familiar with Padre providing his best impersonation which is always funny. No is Chipotle, is Chee-Poht-ley.
With the exception of Pete all the siblings were here. Pete, we missed having you here bro and thought about you. Definitely thought about you in the Celestial room as we filed in through the veil. I remembered one of your great literary pieces of your experience going through for the first time. Funny, I remember very clearly reading that letter whilst in Gelvandale Branch in Port Elizabeth. I laughed, I cried, I wondered what the dog biscuit tasted like. Good times and a powerful testimony of eternal families.
The Temple was great. Loved being there. Loved the live session. It has been a while since I have been to a live session. The architecture in the Salt Lake Temple is amazing. It is a humbling place to be when you see the detail and think about those who served so faithfully in it's construction. I looked up at the granite blocks as we walked up and had such an appreciation for those who built it. I took this picture from the 10th floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building prior to our going to dinner at The Roof restaurant.
The folks are amazing people. I am grateful for them. Grateful for their legacy of faith. When I consider my life I am very appreciative of having parents who have been dedicated to the gospel their entire lives. They have taught by example what it means to serve the Lord with all of your heart, might, mind and strength. Like Nephi of old I, we have been born of goodly parents. Thank you mom and dad.
So The Roof was quite impressive. It is a buffet that is a few steps above the local Chuck O Rama, Duffs, Golden Corral or the like. I was doing pretty good until I made a joke to Stephen our waiter about trying all of the desserts. He said it couldn't be done. Not even a single spoonful of each of the desserts was possible. I took that as a challenge. The manager told us there were 19. Stephen clarified and let us know there were actually 26. I was strong for the first 7 or 8 and actually ate the entire serving not just a spoonful. I continued on though I was quite full. I was no longer enjoying it but I was on a mission. By the time I had tackled 14 (not all complete servings, a few were merely spoonfuls) I was done. Amy was sitting next too me and I had eaten enough for her too.
We were geared up to go but had to get a group photo.
After the photo I was feeling motivated and tackled 6 more desserts, just spoonfuls. At that point I was saved by the bell. Had we stayed 30 more minutes I probably would have managed all 26 but we had to vacate the room for the next group coming in. Secretly I was very grateful that the clock had expired. 20 of the 26 was plenty. It was painfully delightful as most of them were quite tastey. There was a raspberry mousse that I thought was very good. Anyway, it has nearly been 3 hours since we finished up and I am still feeling the meal up to the top of my throat. Love that feeling.
We have had great day. I am typing this while many are in the pool here at the hotel. I am wrapping it up now however because an entire army of kids just rolled in and they are flipping into the pool about 5 ft from where I am and the splashes are hitting me and this computer.
Love the fam. Thanks to Sara's sisters for taking Natty, Jack and Andy. I am sure they are having a great time.
We stopped in for a bite at JB's at the Plaza hotel by Temple square. The buffet was a bit scary looking and I opted for a biscuits and gravy plate. That was delightful. I asked for a little hot sauce and was given some Chipotle flavored Tabasco. We had a good laugh when I mentioned Chipotle and how it tasted a little different. Jim provided the correct pronunciation of Chipotle. I said "Thank you Aunt Kelly" and we all started chuckling. Turns out that the back of the bottle provided the correct pronunciation and Jim was merely helping the rest of us out. Sorry, those of you who don't know the story of Aunt Kelly providing correct pronunciations of everything Spanish will not appreciate this - We, however, enjoyed the moment and had a good chuckle. I don't know that I have any recollection of Aunt Kelly ever saying something like this but we are all familiar with Padre providing his best impersonation which is always funny. No is Chipotle, is Chee-Poht-ley.
With the exception of Pete all the siblings were here. Pete, we missed having you here bro and thought about you. Definitely thought about you in the Celestial room as we filed in through the veil. I remembered one of your great literary pieces of your experience going through for the first time. Funny, I remember very clearly reading that letter whilst in Gelvandale Branch in Port Elizabeth. I laughed, I cried, I wondered what the dog biscuit tasted like. Good times and a powerful testimony of eternal families.
The Temple was great. Loved being there. Loved the live session. It has been a while since I have been to a live session. The architecture in the Salt Lake Temple is amazing. It is a humbling place to be when you see the detail and think about those who served so faithfully in it's construction. I looked up at the granite blocks as we walked up and had such an appreciation for those who built it. I took this picture from the 10th floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building prior to our going to dinner at The Roof restaurant.
The folks are amazing people. I am grateful for them. Grateful for their legacy of faith. When I consider my life I am very appreciative of having parents who have been dedicated to the gospel their entire lives. They have taught by example what it means to serve the Lord with all of your heart, might, mind and strength. Like Nephi of old I, we have been born of goodly parents. Thank you mom and dad.
So The Roof was quite impressive. It is a buffet that is a few steps above the local Chuck O Rama, Duffs, Golden Corral or the like. I was doing pretty good until I made a joke to Stephen our waiter about trying all of the desserts. He said it couldn't be done. Not even a single spoonful of each of the desserts was possible. I took that as a challenge. The manager told us there were 19. Stephen clarified and let us know there were actually 26. I was strong for the first 7 or 8 and actually ate the entire serving not just a spoonful. I continued on though I was quite full. I was no longer enjoying it but I was on a mission. By the time I had tackled 14 (not all complete servings, a few were merely spoonfuls) I was done. Amy was sitting next too me and I had eaten enough for her too.
We were geared up to go but had to get a group photo.
After the photo I was feeling motivated and tackled 6 more desserts, just spoonfuls. At that point I was saved by the bell. Had we stayed 30 more minutes I probably would have managed all 26 but we had to vacate the room for the next group coming in. Secretly I was very grateful that the clock had expired. 20 of the 26 was plenty. It was painfully delightful as most of them were quite tastey. There was a raspberry mousse that I thought was very good. Anyway, it has nearly been 3 hours since we finished up and I am still feeling the meal up to the top of my throat. Love that feeling.
We have had great day. I am typing this while many are in the pool here at the hotel. I am wrapping it up now however because an entire army of kids just rolled in and they are flipping into the pool about 5 ft from where I am and the splashes are hitting me and this computer.
Love the fam. Thanks to Sara's sisters for taking Natty, Jack and Andy. I am sure they are having a great time.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Hazel Nuts
Last week I purchased a one pound bag of hazelnuts from Smiths for $10. That was a skosh steep if you ask me but such is the cost when you want to produce your own version of Nutella. I found what appeared to be a good recipe online and today I decided it needed to happen. The hazel nuts are amazing little things. I started out with them in the oven for about 15 minutes. They get good and dark and then you have to try and rub off the skins. Not so easy on some but also very easy on others. The recipe said to get rid of as many of the skins as possible as they provide a bitter taste. Well, not sure if I did this so well as there is a bit of an aftertaste. Otherwise the recipe was easy and it went very well. I was so into it that I made a batch of walnut-tella - just because.
The science fair was today. I ran over to take a look and the place was packed . Wow. Andy and I managed to find Natty and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
I am off to Salt Lake in a few hours for the Folks 40th Anniversary celebration. This is an adult event. Grateful for Sara's sisters coming up to Cedar to watch the kids for this. We will see how it goes and hope for the best. Leaving the kids is not an easy thing for me and I have felt some sadness already. They will be fine and the weekend should be good. Fun things on the schedule. Must sleep now.
The science fair was today. I ran over to take a look and the place was packed . Wow. Andy and I managed to find Natty and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
I am off to Salt Lake in a few hours for the Folks 40th Anniversary celebration. This is an adult event. Grateful for Sara's sisters coming up to Cedar to watch the kids for this. We will see how it goes and hope for the best. Leaving the kids is not an easy thing for me and I have felt some sadness already. They will be fine and the weekend should be good. Fun things on the schedule. Must sleep now.
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