Saturday, February 28, 2009
HANS?
As you may know, the boys in my house are BIG Star Wars fans, so I've had the opportunity to watch several "bits" of the films. Sadly, I probably couldn't recount the plot any better than this girl did.
Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sarah Palfreyman Photography

Monday, February 23, 2009
Spotlight
Q: "Logan, what do you like best about Primary?"
Logan: "My shoes." (We bought Logan some "new" church shoes at the thrift store last week for $3.00. As you can see, he loves them!)
Q: "What do you like best about school?"
Logan: "My backpack." (See pics in last post. Ü)
Q: "What do you like best about your family?"
Logan: "My Dad."
Q: "What food do you dislike the most"
Logan: "Hot dogs."
Q: "What do you want to be when you grow up."
Logan: "Six." (lol!)
Q: "What would you like best about going on a mission?"
Logan: "Growing up."
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Transformation...Saturday
Friday, February 20, 2009
Birthday Scrapbook
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Presidents Day Preschool
Me: "Who is our President right now?"
Brigham: "President Monson!" (Good job, Lisa!)
Me: "That's true, President Monson is the President of our Church, but who is the President of the United States?"
Wesley: "Barack Obama!"
Me: "That's right! And what does a President do?"
(Lots of blank stares)
Wesley: "He gets all the presents?"
Me: "Close. He is the leader of our country and he makes important decisions for our country to make it better." (more blank stares)
Me: "What would you do if you were the President?"
Brigham: "Nah. I want to be a nice ninja. And a doctor like my dad."
Gavin: "I like chicken. And I dip it in ketchup!"
Wesley: "I would drive cars around. I love Lightning McQueen!"
Logan: "I don't want to do this."
So we moved on. I told a few short stories about some of the presidents, then we talked about the presidents pictured on our money. I gave the boys a pile of coins for them to sort. That lasted a few minutes, but soon the table became an air hockey table and quarters were literally flying across the room.
This craft took them about two minutes to make; they were in such a hurry to finish so they could play with the Star Wars toys at playtime. Remind me never to let a three-year-old boy build me a house!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Post-Valentine Pay It Forward
Valentine's Day Breakfast
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Birthday, My Little Valentine!
Valentine Baking
Friday, February 13, 2009
AAAAAAAAUGHHHHHH!
Monday, February 9, 2009
College...or No College?
Andrew and I had a very important discussion about his future today over breakfast:
Yeah, we like watching Deal or no Deal at our house. I know it's old news, but it was so fun watching this girl win the million! The re-run of this episode was on TV the other night. Don't tell anyone, but I was seriously in tears because I was so happy for her! She's so stinkin' cute!Thursday, February 5, 2009
Part II - Curse You, Ohio Winter!
So...Bryan was driving the van to work the other day...wait, let me back up a bit...
Bryan was driving home from work in the Escort last week, when he hit a GIANT pothole. Ya know, the ones that could almost swallow your car whole - Cleveland roads are famous for them! He wasn't able to swerve because of the cars on either side of him, so he hit it hard and knocked the wheels out of alignment, or something. Now it makes a lovely knocking sound when you drive.
SO...not wanting to drive the injured car until we could get it fixed, Bryan drove the van to work (the day after the whole gutter incident, by the way). On the way down the hill on our street, he hit a slippery spot and tried to brake, but van didn't slow at all (Did I mention that the van is in desperate need of new tires? We've been putting it off and putting it off for a couple months now)! He hit head-on at full speed into a large snow bank, and smashed the front bumper (that's not gonna be cheap)! He was also hopelessly stuck in the snow.
While trying to dig the van out, a truck pulled up and the man inside asked Bryan if he could use a hand. He gratefully accepted, and the man helped tow the van out of the snow bank with his truck. Bryan surveyed the damage on the fron of the van and then thanked the man for his help.
Man: "You're welcome. Do you have anything to tip me with?" (what?!)
Bryan, a little surprised: "Um...I'm sorry, I don't have any cash with me."
Man: "I'll take a check." (WHAT?!)
Bryan: "I don't have a checkbook with me either."
Man: "Well, you said you lived close by, right? You could go home and get me some money." (Are. You. Kidding. Me?!)
Bryan, being the sweet guy he is, came home, found our last $10 bill (the one we were going to buy toilet paper with), and gave it to the man. When Bryan told me the story, I was floored! I know times are tough right now; maybe the guy really needed it. If so, I'm glad we could help. But whatever happened to helping out your neighbor and random acts of kindness? I don't know. Maybe I've got it all wrong.
P.S. Now, nobody go out and buy us toilet paper! We just got our tax refund and Bryan's paycheck comes this week, so we are fine!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Curse You, Ohio Winter!
Summer and I had just laid down to bed when suddenly, there's a loud scraping coming from up on the roof. In Utah, I would have been worried, but out here it's a normal occurrence once or twice each Winter as the snow that has piled up on the steep roof finally breaks loose from the shingles and slides down onto the ground. The first year we lived here, the snow broke loose and caught the heavy, ice-filled gutters on the front of the house, ripping one side away from the house and down. The gutter subsequently swung out away from the house, and then back like a giant pendulum, slamming against the front side of the house and missing the front bay window by just inches. That repair cost over $500, and that's with me doing the work myself. Anyway, this year, I thought the snow had just come down and I didn't worry much about it - at least not until the next morning.
During the night, I hear Logan crying, so I get up to find Summer bathing him in the tub. I look at my watch to find it's 3:00AM, and I shoot her a perplexed look. "He threw up" she tells me, "all over. EVERYWHERE." (Summer says,"Memo to me: In the future when your child is crying for a hug in the middle of the night, check to see if he is covered in vomit BEFORE hugging and kissing him on the head! Just, eew!)
Later that morning, Andrew is also sick, throwing up multiple times, and both Summer and I feel nauseated most of the day. Oh, I almost forgot, Logan and Hannah both had several blow outs each during the course of the day.
Anyway, back to the story - I got up and looked out the window only to see our rear gutters demolished across the back lawn. "How can this story get any worse," you might ask yourself. Well, as the ice-filled gutters fell from the back of the house, they fell right onto the power line supplying the house, ripping the large metal conduit from the electrical meter, bending the meter housing, and strewing a live power line across the driveway. As a little added bonus, it broke the lines going to the garage, so that the garage no longer had electricity. We called the city to come shut off the power, but they said that these repairs would be the responsibility of the homeowner, and that the city doesn't cover any of it. Great!!
I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure those power lines are not supposed to be laying across by backyard!
(sarcasm implied). So while we're waiting for the power company to come, I figure I'll just get some of the ice/snow moved away from the gutter so that we can get them off the power lines once the electric company comes. I stayed three or four feet from the wires at all times, but began shoveling some of the snow away from the gutter. After about 10 minutes of moving snow, I stuck my shovel into the snow to move another load and several sparks fly up into the air. Luckily, my hands were holding the fiberglass handle of the shovel and I didn't get shocked, but it was enough to convince me to rethink my plan to remove some of the snow.
After three or four hours, the power company showed up and shut off the power. I went out and started yanking on the gutters, trying to get them out from underneath the heavy snow and ice.
In the process of yanking them out from the snow, my left hand slid along one of the aluminum edges, slicing into the finger. I started dripping blood across the driveway, examining the wound as I went inside to get some gauze.
It looked fairly deep, and I felt it would likely benefit from a few stitches, however I didn't want to pay the $50 copay to spend 4 hours in the waiting room for a resident to throw a few stitches in my finger. I dug into my first aid kit, pulled out some betadine anti-microbial wash, some lidocaine, and some suture. Then, I washed it out, numbed it up, and put in a couple of stitches. It should be good as new in a few weeks.
After the finger incident, I got back to work cleaning up the mess. After removing the gutters, I ran to Home Depot and blew $180 buying supplies to repair the mess. At around 8 PM, I finally finished replacing the conduit & wires, and re-wiring the garage. ("I held the flashlight!" - Summer again.) By then, we had been without power (and thus heat in the house) for several hours, and the kids were freezing! We called the power company to come flip the power back on and they tell us they can be there at around 12:30 AM. Again, GREAT!!!
I go in the house to rest... in the dark.... and wait... and wait.... and wait. Just before midnight, the guy shows up, takes a look at the box, and tells me he doesn't see an inspection tag on the electrical meter. "I'm not supposed to hook you back up until you get the job inspected" he tells me, matter of factly. I explain that we have a 11 month old baby inside that's not only cold, but sick, and that there's no way we'll be able to get an inspector out after midnight. Fortunately, he had a little sympathy, and he reconnected the power. We talked for about 20 minutes while he reconnected everything, and he turned out to be a really nice guy. I'm just really grateful that he turned the power back on. It was a life-saver!
Anyway, I still need to put together and hang a new set of gutters for the back of the house, but at least we have electricity. After all the drama, I guess the old adage still applies, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." If that's the case, I'm I freakin' MUSCLE MAN!!!

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