Jenga Anyone?

I love pulling out old games every once in a while.  The kids love it.

Troy and I might like it a little bit too.

Ethan's Birthday

Ethan turned 12. He and Maddie have been friends since birth. Fun to see them grow up.

Happy Birthday, Ethan!

Jazz Game

Every once in a while, Troy, gets tickets to a Utah Jazz game through his work.

While we were there, we ran into my mom, my aunt and my grandma.  We had no idea they would be there and ended up sitting on opposite sides of the arena.

Grandma Hazel is a huge Jazz fan.  I'd pay good money if someone could make this picture not be blurry.

So anyway, Troy and I are watching the game and next to us there is a dad with what appears to be his 5 year old daughter watching the game.  They happen to have purchased two of my favorite snack items.  Popcorn....and Swedish Fish.

At half time, the dad and daughter didn't return.  What could have happened to them?  Would they have gone home having not eaten any of their precious snacks?  How could they leave all of that yummy, snacky, scrumptious food?  It was an abomination.  Or perhaps, a blessing.

I decided that with all of the starving people in the world, I should not let this go to waste.  I started with just a small sampling to assure that it wasn't contaminated (and that if they returned, they wouldn't know I had sampled any of their yummy food).  With each passing minute, I was more convinced that they wouldn't be returning.

By the end of the third quarter, I had moved in on the fish.

Troy was much more noble.  He refused to share in the bounty.  He called it "filthy lucre."  What?  I prefer to call it "free lucre."

I sent pictures of the food to my mother so she could tell me that eating it was the right thing to do.  She confirmed that I had done the right thing.  And then...

a ball fell from the heavens into my lap.  Almost like a confirmation from the heavens that I had done the right thing.  It might even be called, a blessing.

And then, it was all gone.  

What a wonderful, wonderful evening.  Unfortunately, I was only able to watch some of the game as I was quite busy with all of my blessings.  Oh well, Go Jazz!

My Dad is Amazing

Granted, this isn't the best picture but...we have lights in the playhouse!

My dad and I built this playhouse 2 summers ago.  Well, let's be honest...he built it and I held things, got things, and fed him when he got hungry.

I originally told him, "we don't need any power out here.  It's just a playhouse."  Then, my little brain started to think..."how cool would it be if we had power out here?  Then I could hang Christmas lights and the girls could play forever."  Poor dad.  Any time I get a thought about something I want to do...I can rarely do it by myself.  So then, I have to start plotting against him.  

I start by planting the seed in his head.  I then must propose a way that the impossible might be done.  He usually listens, shakes his head and then goes home.  Every few weeks I bring up my irrational plan and slowly but surely I convince him to follow my irrational desires.  

The results are always amazing.  

Thanks dad!  The girls LOVE it...and so do I.

Thiefs

I got home from soccer practice last week and found this on my phone.

My players might like my phone more than playing soccer.