Drew's Weekend Adventure

Friday afternoon I started hearing whispers of a plot among the neighborhood kids--a plan to sneak out and take a late night sledding adventure.  Knowing how solidly my kids sleep I wasn't too concerned that they would be able shake themselves out of a slumber to go, nor did I think the other members of the 6-12 year old crowd would be able to make it past their parents watchful eyes. Drew and Isaac took a couple 8pm runs in the dark so I figured they had it out of their systems.

Imagine my surprise when at 10:00 I heard a knock, a knock, a knock upon the door. I went to get the door, and guess who was there: Sarah! (Dressed like a Sundance Starlet I might add.)

We thought if Mark and Danielle were such cool parents then we could be too, and Drew and Sarah spent the waning hours of the evening sliding down the icy slopes of the retention pond out back. Drew came home gloating that he was among the only of the neighborhood kids to follow through with their crazy plan. Dave got a taste of what it is like waiting for his boy to come home late at night.

 

Even though he was out late Drew got up early with Isaac to make the family breakfast. They served oatmeal and hot chocolate, made all by themselves. Drew said it was "to say sorry for being so hard to get up in the morning this week" (he's right, he's been a bear in the mornings) and "to say thank you for all that we do." Aaah! What good kids we have!

Another Wednesday Night Baller

We frequently comment on how Drew is following in the footsteps of his old man: his penchant for numbers over language, his bear-like morning demeanor, and even a barely concealed love of the spotlight. For this chip-off-the-old-block Wednesday night basketball was inevitable, and Junior Jazz gave him the opportunity. And guess who is his coach...Dad!

(the cell camera doesn't take great sports shots. )

I'm #1

Drew and Isaac made me this #1 mom sign out of dominoes. I am relieved hey have forgiven me for all my yelling this morning while trying to get the basement clean. It is amazing how despite all the hair-pulling frustration that goes into being a mom some days they can make it all worth it in an instant.

A Post for My Sis with Baby on the Brain

Here it is! Still an it. Only one. Coming May-June-ish

(But no more commentary because I'm still reeling from the teaspoon of green onions on my baked potato last night!)

If my heartburn is any indication this baby will have a uni-brow!

What Did I Give?

Last night's dinner conversation:

Isaac: What happened to John the Baptist?

Drew: He was murdered.

Isaac: What does it mean to be murdered?

Dad (me): It means to kill someone on purpose.

Heather (knowing that Isaac really wants all the juicy details): There was a King named Herod who wanted to kill John the Baptist, but didn't dare because he was popular among the people.

Isaac: So what did he do?

Heather: Well, Herodias, Herod's wife, really wanted him dead. So she told her daughter to dance for Herod, and that she would like her dancing and would give her anything she wanted. So she did, and when Herod asked what she wanted she said she wanted John's head on a plate.

Isaac: So she danced and he gave her John's head?

Dad (me, feeling sassy): Yeah, that's what mom did to. I liked the way she danced so I gave her stuff.

Isaac: What did you give mom?

Dad: Lots of stuff, a house, cars, kids...

Isaac (emphatically): YOU DIDN'T GIVE MOM KIDS, GOD DID!!

The funniest thing is that Heather was thinking the same thing, but Isaac beat her to the punch!

Isaac's Blog

I got    a  scorrpion

This is      when    the cat woke up.

This is the   cat  scratched  the  ground.

this is when I got my cat it was fun.



this is when I  finished t-ball.

Me and My Dad on Angel's Landing

By Drew

This is me and my dad on the top of Angel's Landing. It wasn't too bad going up, but going down was a trick or two. It was fun. The part that was very odd was that I saw a two six year olds. Well, six or seven, maybe five. I saw one five year old, but I don't think they went to the top. The most scariest part was the skinny parts on the trail. The reason it is scary is because it is five hundred meters high. So that's more than a thousand feet. Angel's landing wasn't as scary as I thought. I thought it would be straight up holding onto chains, but it is nothing like that. This picture is me and my dad on the top of Angel's Landing. I went with my dad and my neighbor.




This is me on the trail to Angel's Landing. That's the top next to me.


This is me about to slide off the edge.