The Rottweilers

*Day 149*


My brother-in-law bought a couple of Rottweilers. Now, if you're a faithful follower of my blog, you will know that, as a kid, I was terrified of dogs. Now I can handle them without running away screaming, but I wouldn't consider my self a dog person. Well, my sister and her family were going out of town. They needed someone to take care of their dogs. Their dogs scared me. They were big and mean looking. I didn't know them well, which is scary in itself. But, me and Matt lived just a few blocks away so we agreed to take care of their dogs while they were gone. I just hoped nothing went wrong. I didn't know if I would able to handle these dogs if something did. We went over so they could show us what we needed to do. Sherry didn't feel super comfortable with dogs either. She showed us how she fed them without getting too close. She took a PVC pipe, stuck one end through the fence into their dish and then poured the food through the pipe. That looked like a good idea to me. I was a fan of not having to get too close to their cage. So, every morning on the way to work and every night on the way home, me and Matt stopped to feed and water the dogs. Everything went fine. Until.... a couple of days before they were supposed to come home, we had a problem. We got there to feed them, and the dogs had turned over their water dish. We couldn't leave them without water, so we had to turn it over somehow. Opening or entering the cage were out of the question. So we needed another solution. Thank goodness we had the feeding pipe. Matt distracted them with the hose. They were really thirsty so they stood in the corner of the cage trying to drink out of the hose. But, I didn't know how long they would be distracted by that. I used to pipe the push the dish over to the side of the cage. Then, as fast as I could, I reached in and flipped it right side up. And got out fast. It was scary. But, we did it and the dogs were fine. I bet if anyone was watching us, they got a good laugh. Just try to picture it. It makes me laugh.

Misquote of the Day

*Day 148*

"Mockery is the sincerest form of flattery."

The Swordfight

*Day 147*
One of the best parts of my day is lunchtime. We get to sit and listen to the conversation that evolves between 2 to 5 year olds. It can be very entertaining. Like this conversation from the other day.

Cashae: I'm thinking of having a sword fighting contest.
(After some thought)But, maybe I should talk to my mom about it first.

Eli: I think the first thing we need to do is get you a stick so you can practice

Cashae: (Gasp) No! Not a stick, sticks are dangerous.

Quote of the Day: By Lynn

*Day 146*

My mom and dad visited our preschool today. OK, really they came to visit their daughter, but they got our preschool. It just made things maybe a little bit more crazy than usual. Because me and Lynn wanted to talk to them while we had the chance, and all of the kids loved them. I didn't even have to hold any hands crossing the street on the way to the library. It was kind of weird. When I walked in this morning, my dad was sitting on the couch holding Katie and all of the other kids were just kind of standing around him in a circle. Looking at him or telling him stories that he couldn't hear. It was cute. And the amazement on their faces when I told them that he was my dad was even better. So, today was a pretty easy day because my mom fed Katie, so I just sat and talked to her, without a baby in my arms. But my favorite quote of the day came from Lynn. When the kids were coming to the table for lunch and Lynn said, "Maybe you should sit at a place with a plate, you'll get more food that way." Ahh, that's what I love about my job, Lynn is so wise.

Box Boy

*Day 145*
So, I had this box that I was going to take out to recycling. Then Logan found it and started playing with it. I figured, what the heck, I'll let it entertain him as long as it can. It gives me a break. We get home from school today and he does homework. Then he asks if he can play his video game. We say sure. I walk into the living room and this is what I see.




I was kind of surprised that the controller would still work through the box, but he assured me it did. All in all, it was great afternoon. But, bedtime was hard because I made him leave the box downstairs. I told him it just wouldn't be comfortable. (JK, he didn't ask to sleep in it....yet.) Funny kid!

Salsa

*Day 144*

Today I made salsa to snack on during the Jazz game. I've eaten homemade salsa that is to die for. I've tried making it myself. But, I just don't quite have the knack for it. Sometimes it's great and other times it's just barely OK. And if I'm going to make salsa, I'm really in the mood for it and I want it to be great. So, I would be disappointed with so-so salsa. I finally found a solution. Now, I make pretend homemade salsa. And we all like it every time (even Logan eats it now. He mostly likes the corn, but oh well). So, I will share with you my recipe for semi-homemade salsa. (We don't eat onions at our house, so that's not included in this recipe, feel free to add them if you need to.)

1 (14.5 oz.) can diced tomatoes with lime juice and cilantro
1 (14.5 oz.) can diced tomatoes with green chilies
1 (15 oz.) can black beans, rinsed and drained
1 (11 oz.) can mexicorn, drained
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1/4 teas. salt
1/8 teas. pepper
3-4 drops Tabasco sauce (if needed)

Mix it all up. It's tasty!

Running

*Day 143*

I ran today! I was excited because I haven't been able to run at all for almost two months. My knees have hurt. I couldn't walk without limping for about three weeks. I've been working on some exercises to get my my legs stronger, but my knees haven't seemed to get better. It's been really frustrating, feeling like I'll never be able to run again. I really want to be in better shape, but that's hard to do if you can't move. So, I was feeling pretty good this week. I even ran across the street to catch up with Matt and Logan and it didn't hurt (too bad). So, I decided I would try to run today. It still hurt, and I was really slow (in fact I'm not sure it could really be considered running, but it felt like it to me). But, I was so in the mood to run and the weather was so nice, I couldn't help it. I was happy to do it. I still can't decide if it was a stupid idea to keep running when it hurts. If it will make it worse or maybe better or if I'm just screwed up for good. Either way, I'll probably keep trying, hoping for the day I can run again.

Resident Expert

*Day 142*


This week at school, Logan got to be the resident expert. Which means that he spent some time researching a topic and then got to present the information to his class. He got a few minutes each day to share information about his topic. He wanted to learn about volcanoes. He's read a lot of books and taken some notes. He told me he even told the kids things that weren't in his prepared notes. I was impressed that he learned enough to feel comfortable just talking about it. Today we brought in a volcano he made and erupted for the class. They liked it.

Quote of the Day: Logan

*Day 141*


Logan, with the eye rolling, "Mom, you're killing me."

Where'd he get that?

The Fire Station

*Day 140*


A few years ago we took the kids in our playgroup to the fire station for a tour. They got to see all the fire engines and tools they use. Then they got to go on the fire truck. We didn't, however, get to slide down the pole.


Here's Logan looking around the big fire engine.


Here is the fireman, who took us on our tour, helping Logan down from the firetruck.

A while after we went to the fire station, we were somewhere with Logan. He pointed to a guy and told me he was a fireman. I was looking around to see who he was talking about. I finally located the man. I didn't know how Logan knew he was a fireman, so I questioned him. As it turns out, Logan thought he was a fireman because he didn't have any hair. The fireman who took us on our tour didn't have any hair. So, Logan just assumed that anyone with no hair was a fireman.

Life at Daycare: Don't Pinch Me; I'm Green

*Day 139*


We were painting alligators for our zoo at preschool. We were painting our alligators green. The kids started talking about the green alligators. They said that now no one could pinch the alligator on St. Patricks Day. Diego says, "Yeah, that's why no ever pinches an alligator." Because they're green? Silly me, I just wouldn't pinch one because I don't want it to bite my arm off.

The Jazz

*Day 138*

We support the Utah Jazz here. In honor of them making it into the payoffs, here is a Jazz post.

Logan says he hates to watch the Jazz. (Even though he's never really watched them. I think he's on a mission to hate watching anything I like.) But, he loves their website. Logan likes to know what I'm doing on the Internet. He will read over my shoulder while I am blogging (like he's doing right now). He will tell me if I made a spelling mistake or if something doesn't make sense. "Mom, is that a real word?" "Did you mean to say that." "That doesn't make sense." When I get on the Jazz site, he loves to look at the pictures. He will want to spend forever clicking on different pictures of players and watching video. I was checking the score the other day, and Logan came in. They had some new pictures up. If you clicked on them, they would open up in a new window. Then you could zoom in on an area of the picture. Logan spent a while looking at all of the pictures and zooming in to get a closer look at different parts of the pictures. Then he informed me that this guy had dirty armpits. I told him that it was hair not dirt. Then he opened all the pictures again and zoomed in on their armpits to see who had the hairiest armpits.
(Makes me glad I'm not famous enough to have my picture on the internet. I don't want to know what people would be zooming in on.)
What do you think? (And, do you know who it is?)
A.

B.

C.



And the winner is (according to Logan).......






Wes Matthews


GO JAZZ!!!

Sunday Memory: The Car Mat

*Day 137*


I remember this car mat. My mom made it for my older brother. (I don't know how my mom found the time to make things like this with all of us kids.) It was so cool. I remember playing with it on the living room floor. We had our favorite houses and I remember loving the trees and the material they were made of. I don't know how I came to inherit this. Maybe because Logan favorite toys for 5 years of his life were cars. I don't care how I came to get it, I'm keeping it. It reminds me of the house I grew up in and my mom.

Soccer

*Day 136*

Logan had a soccer game today. It's his second year playing. It's amazing how much more competitive it is this year. The kids know more about the game. Last year they just ran around following the ball. This year they are playing positions. It surprised me to see so much changed in one year. His team does really well. We have some work to do with Logan. He's still a little shy about going after the ball. He played well, and he has fun. Except that right after the game started, he got hit in the eye with the ball. He had to take a break for a minute, but he was fine. Might have a bit of a shiner tomorrow. And the weather was great. I actually got sunburned because I'm not used to warm weather and being able to go anywhere without a jacket.


Here he is going after the ball. He's #20.


Kicking the ball.


He really did kick the ball, you just can't see it.

Zoo

*Day 135*


Matt informed me that he would like to spend some time with me, but he never gets to because I'm always in here blogging, and then I go to sleep. So, I'm going to try to make this short.

We went on a field trip to the zoo today. The zoo in Logan is pretty small and consists mostly of different kinds of birds. Besides birds there are monkeys, turtles, elk, deer, pronghorns, bobcats, raccoons, a porcupine, wolves, and we saw a chipmunk eating from a dish in a cage, but I'm not sure it was supposed to be there. It's still fun and the kids love it.

On our way home we were asking the kids what they thought of their trip to the zoo. Grace told us that her favorite animal was the "bobblecats".

Goldfish

*Day 134*


I was reading Logan a story today, and it reminded me of a childhood memory. In this book the Berenstain's Bears pet goldfish died. It reminded me of when I had goldfish. It's a short and sad story.

My best friends brother's fish had babies. There were a ton of little goldfish in his tank. They wanted to give them away. We asked my mom if we could get some goldfish. She said OK. So, we went and got our goldfish and brought them home and put them in a container. We got rocks and shells and stuff for them. We fed them. And, I cleaned the water. I didn't know much about fish. But, we knew we needed to give them fresh water. So, I took all the little fish out and put them in a container. I poured out the old water and cleaned their home. Then I put clean water in, and brought my fish back home. Then, a weird thing started to happen. They all started floating to the top. I asked my mom what was wrong. She picked up the container to look at the fish. Then she said, "You can't put them in hot water!" Oh, I didn't even think about the temperature of the water. No one ever mentioned that. I just turned the water on and filled the container. Whoops! We dumped out the water and got the fish into some cooler water. Some of them made it. But I don't think they lasted very long. It was sad, but, I learned a good lesson.

Quote of the Day

*Day 133*

One of the great things about working with children is they say funny and unexpected things. Sometimes it's a misunderstanding or incomplete or out of context. But, it makes me laugh. Here's today's.

We were eating lunch and the kids wanted to have a blessing on the food. Cashae offered the prayer. The very first thing she said caught me off guard and almost made me laugh, but I can't remember what it was. But, it set the tone for the rest of the prayer. She was going along, and asked for the food to wash our bodies. (I'm pretty sure that's her version of hearing someone say "nourish our bodies".) That's when Lynn lost it and had to retreat to the kitchen. I lasted until the very end when she asked to make sure that the "world wasn't crashed into by any other planets in outer space". It was just unexpected. I don't usually laugh during prayers. But, I think that God has a sense of humor, so he understands. I hope.

*Day 132*


I took this picture of Logan when we were camping. The way he is leaning reminds of a one of my favorite Logan stories.

We were going to go out to dinner with Matt's mom. She came over after work, and we were all sitting around trying to decide to where to go. Logan was just sort of listening. Then, I guess he'd had enough listening, he walked over to the couch. He leaned back on the arm of the couch, kind of like he's doing in this picture, and says in this casual voice, "Well,... we could go to the Firehouse." Then he just kind of looked around at us all. Guess where we went?

I'm IT!

*Day 131*

So, I got tagged. I get to write 7 things about me and 5 things that make me smile. Then, I get to tag someone else.

7 Things About Me

1. When I have to tell things about me, I can never think of anything to say. Every thing about me always seems so boring. Or everyone already knows it.

2. I was on the track team at Utah State were I majored in Physical Education and minored in Biology.

3. While I was teaching school, I coached 9th grade girls basketball and the track and cross country teams at the High School.

4. I tackled the young men's president in a mud football game. He got me back. Then came over the next day to apologize because he thought he might have hurt me. Only my pride. I was sooo going to score until all of the sudden my face was in the mud!

5. Either I have successfully blocked out all of my embarrassing moments, or I am old enough to realize that it wasn't that big a deal, really. Because, when ever anyone asks what your most embarrassing moment is, I can't think of one. The best I can come up with is, that I ran a race once with my shirt on inside out. Not really that big a deal.

6. If I had a tattoo, it would be the Road Runner (from Looney Tunes) or a Nike swoosh.

7. If I had a pet, it would be a cat.


5 Things That Make Smile (In no particular order, guys.)

1. Logan (snuggling, being sweet, making jokes, sleeping,....)

2. When Matt makes up songs.

3. Being with family.

4. Having a perfect run. Feel good, and nice weather.

5. Friends.

Oh, yeah, I want to tag Andrea, my dad (because I know he reads my blog, and I love to hear his comments), and anyone else who wants to share.

Not So Little

*Day 130*

Yesterday I was watching Logan. I realized that he's not my little boy anymore. He just looked like a boy. Not a little kid. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I took some pictures because I think he's cute even if he's not my little boy.


I was ready to take his picture. He asked me if I wanted him to ride his bike. I said, "Just be cute." He's so good at that.


He posed for this one, still using the directions to be cute. I may be biased, but I have a story to back me up.

I was with a few girls in the neighborhood, age 13-16. Logan came in, told me something, and then left. One of the girls said, "He's cute." Another one said, "He's going to be a stud," and the other one said, "What do you mean going to be?"

Logan Rides a Bike

*Day 129*
I don't feel like I accomplished many wonderful things during the week I had off of work. But, I did accomplish something on my list. Logan learned to ride his bike! I told him that was what we were going to do this spring break. We got flat tires on our bikes at the end of last summer. We never fixed them, just put them away for the winter. So, this week we got them out and fixed our tires. I had to take Logan's training wheels off to fix his tire. I told him I wasn't putting them back on, so he would have to learn to ride without them. We took his training wheels off once before. He didn't get the hang of it, and got tired of not being able to ride his bike, so I put them back on. We just never got around to spending enough time practicing for him to do it himself. I guess the good thing about waiting so long to teach him, is that he learned really fast. It just took him a few minutes and we was going. Another day and he was riding around the block and all over at the school. If I would have taught him on Monday, I would have had a free week. It's all he's wanted to do since he got the hang of it. Yea! I can check something off of my to do list!
Check him out!

The Real Spring Break

*Day 128*

Logan started last weekend counting how many days he was going to be off of school for spring break. Then one morning he asked me what day it was. He informed me that it was hard to tell what day it was without prep. (They have a different prep class every day at school. They go to computers, music, library, PE, or walking. During this time, their classroom teacher gets prep time.) So, I told him that we could do prep here. I mean, I need something to entertain him anyway. Two birds with one stone right?


It was Wednesday which meant it was PE day. He decided that he wanted to play basketball for PE. He wanted to go to the school, but I wasn't feeling great so we played in the driveway. The hoop there is only about 8 feet high, which is perfect for him. Regulation height is to high for him to throw it that far. At this height he can still shoot right, but make it in. He actually has a pretty good shot for as little as we've played. And he shoots with one hand. That's something that most of my middle school kids couldn't (or wouldn't) do. And, he let me give him some pointers, he listened, and tried them. Better than last time we played, when he got upset the first time he missed and wouldn't try again because he's "not good". But, my favorite part was when we came out. He looked at me and said, "Mom, maybe we should just shoot free throws." (He knows no one blocks you on a free throw.) I said, "OK". He finishes, "Because, you would probably beat me. You can probably dunk, right?" (It's OK to laugh, I'm laughing again writing this.) No, even on an 8 foot high hoop, I can't dunk. It's nice to know that someone thinks you're that good. (Hahahahaha!)

Thursday is library day, but since we went to the library on Tuesday, we swithced and did computers on Thursday. We got on print shop and Logan made an Easter card for his Grandma and Grandpa Breinholt. He loves the computer. I think he knows more about it then me. I love when he tells us about what he does in computers at school. I just think it's funny to hear him say, "You just google...."

Friday is walking day. Still not feeling very good, but I really wanted to go for a good exploring walk with Logan during spring break. We didn't go for a walk today. I taught Logan to ride his bike yesterday, so we went for a bike ride. It was still fun. Stay tuned for more on Logan learning to ride a two wheeler.

So tomorrow is Saturday, I guess that means we just get to clean the house. About time. I should have spent more of my time off doing the big jobs I never do. Oh, well, sometimes you need a real break.

Way To Play a Joke

*Day 127*

Me and Matt have watched a lot of Simpson episodes. In our early married days, that's mostly what we watched. As a result we sometimes quote the Simpsons....a lot. Matt resurrected an old quote the other day. The great thing about this one, is that you don't have to quote it verbatim. You can change it to suit the situation. Matt used it the other day, and Logan caught the vision. Before I go on, you have to see it. I know this looks like a Lost clip, but keep watching, you'll see it (it's the best I could find). Just pay attention to the Simpson part when it comes.



"Way to breathe, no breath." Simple. But that's never how Matt quotes it. Way to eat, no eat. Way to hit, no hit. OK, you get it. So, Matt was using this on Logan the other day. Logan picked up on it quickly, and started using back at his dad. Then, after dinner, Logan came in to me. He wanted to play a joke on his dad. He wanted me to go in, and not sit on the couch so he could come in and say, "Way to sit, no sit." So, I went in, sat on the edge of the couch, and pretended to slide off onto the floor. And Logan laughed and said, "Way to sit no sit!" Matt laughed. He laughed even harder when he found out the Logan planned it all to be a joke on him. What a funny little kid. Love that he has a sense of humor!

My Bike Story

*Day 126*


I was fixing the flat tires on our bikes today, hoping that we will be able to ride them soon. While I was doing that I was thinking about bikes. I was thinking about one story in particular, but now that I'm sitting here, I'm remember 3 or 4 other bike stories that I've told to Logan. Hmmmmm.... might have to do another bike blog. But, for today, I'll just bore you with one bike story.

This story is the reason that I always tell people that I'm running or walking with that they shouldn't blindly follow me across the street, but check for themselves whether they think they can make it. Me and my sister Renae were riding our bikes to the school during the summer for cross country practice. We were getting close so we crossed the street. (So, we were riding our bikes on the opposite side of the street we should have.) Renae was behind me. We came to an intersection. There was a car stopped there waiting to make a right hand turn. I started crossing the street in front of it. About halfway across, I realized that the lady in the car had no idea we were there. Then I realized that she could go at any time. I started going faster to get out of the road, and hoped Renae would follow my lead. I don't think I had time to say anything. Renae was almost past her when she started to go. The car hit Renae's back tire and knocked her down. The lady stopped and got out of her car to see if Renae was OK. Renae just jumped up, grabbed her bike, and started to go. She didn't want to talk to this lady. The lady asked if we needed a ride somewhere. Renae declined. The lady got our number so she could call, and come pick up the bike to get it fixed. We assured we would be fine, and went on our way. The tire on Renae's bike was bent. It was only a few blocks to the school, so we walked our bikes the rest of the way. Renae's tire was so bent it wouldn't turn. So, she pretty much dragged it to the school, and by the time we got there, there was a huge hole worn in her tire. Well, she was really OK, so we decided to ham it up a bit. When we got to the school, I hurried to tell coach (very dramatically) that Renae got hit by a car. Her leg was cut up and bleeding. Coach immediately gave her more attention then she wanted. He had a rag that he ran into the sprinklers to get wet so he could clean up her leg. The best part was that we got to make Sherry worry. Our teammates lived right across the street from the high school. After practice we dragged our bikes over there to call our mom to come get us. My mom wasn't home. We (again very dramatically) told my sister our story, and that she would have to come and get us. And, she would have to bring the van so we could put our bikes in it. She hated driving the van. But, she did it because she was worried about Renae, and we all made it home fine that time.

The lady came and took the bike to get it fixed. Renae healed. And I pay alot more attention to cars when I am crossing the street.

Spring Break!

*Day 125*

I guess I will cross getting a tan off of my spring break to do list. Maybe I will hibernate the rest of the break.

There's Always Room For J-E-L-L-O

*Day 124*


I like jello. But, I don't make it very often. I just don't plan far enough ahead to have it ready when I need it. And, I only like jello if I can eat it with my hands. So I don't make jello with fruit (or vegetables) in it. I make jello jigglers. The only time of year that I make sure that I make jello is Easter. I have molds and we make jello eggs and jello beans. I guess there's something about food in egg form that makes it better. (Like egg shaped peanut butter cups.) Actually I'm sure it's because my favorite jello recipe came with some egg molds that mom got. So, it says in the recipe to put them into the egg molds. So we got the recipe at Easter, tried it at Easter, now I make it every year at Easter. They aren't just plain jello eggs. You use pudding in them. So, they have a creamy texture. It's by far my favorite way to eat jello. And you can eat it with your hands. Here's the recipe if you want to try it.

Creamy Egg Jigglers
2 1/2 cups boiling water
2 pkg. (8 serving size) or 4 pkg. (4 serving size) jello
1 cup cold milk
1 pkg. (4 serving size) vanilla flavor instant pudding mix

Stir boiling water into gelatin in large bowl until completely dissolved.
Cool 30 minutes at room temperature.

Pour milk into medium bowl. Add pudding. Mix with wire whisk 1 minute.
Quickly stir into gelatin with wire whisk until blended.
Here I would pour it into my egg molds. If you don't have an egg mold, put in a pan or other jello mold.
Refrigerate at least 3 hours or until firm.

Happy Birthday Steven!

*Day 123*
Steven is my youngest and most spoiled brother. (jk) I was 7 when Steven was born. He is the only one of my younger brothers and sister that I can remember as a baby. I remember the day he was born. I remember Aaron having to name him Steven. I remember trying to help take care of his as a baby. OK I remember dropping him on the floor. I was getting him out of his crib for my mom, and when I turned around I tripped over the rocking horse. Don't worry, he turned out OK.

Being able to remember Steven when he was little and watch him grow up was just fun. We all loved Steven. He has always been good at making people laugh and having fun. He's a super talented kid. He's good at every sport he's ever played. The only problem with that is that he didn't stick with cross country. When I was in college, I talked him into running 5K with me. When I came home for the race, he proudly told me that he had run every day that week to get ready for it. I thought that was great, but I also knew that distance running takes time and consistency to be good at. Not just one week. But, he ran a seriously good time for his age. I really wanted to see what this kid could do. When I was coaching, I wanted to recruit him to my school for his senior year. I think he could have been really good. But, that's OK he was good at other things. And he enjoyed them.

Steven is a lot of fun to be around. I love his energy and his willingness to get wild and crazy. He's so good with the kids and will always get down and play with them, and have them laughing. I don't know if that's why I call him Logan half of the time or if it's because he doesn't act like a grown up all of the time. After watching all of the fun he has, I decided that I need to be more like Steven.

And of course, we love to eat his cooking (as long as it doesn't have onions). And he's always willing to help people out. He's just a great little brother with a wonderful family.


This is Steven in Kindergarten. It was one of my all time favorite pictures of him. I thought he was so cute. Can you see the edges? Steven cut it out for me. I loved that about it too. Oh, and, of course, I have to share my favorite Steven Kindergarten story. I'll do the short version. Some older kids were bullying some of the neighbor kids. These older kids were chasing the neighbors and they ran past where Steven was standing. So, Steven put out his foot and tripped them. I just love picturing that.


This is Steven all dressed up. The thing about Steven being the youngest is that we all had our own cameras. So, there are millions of pictures of Steven out there because all of us were taking them. Just like this one, taken after his sisters got to him. But, he doesn't look like he minds. Does he?

It's Gone!

*Day 122*

Sometimes Logan makes me laugh. He's getting this little sense of humor. Sometimes it's very annoying, but sometimes it just makes me laugh real hard. And I feel happy that my son has the ability to make me laugh. Then, he repeats that thing that made me laugh over and over and over and over.... until I start to wish I'd never laughed at it. :) He's just developing his sense of humor, he'll figure out when to stop and still be funny. But today, he just made me laugh.

I was clipping his fingernails. He didn't want it done. He still acts like it's going to hurt. I clipped one nail, and he kind of flinched. I got worried that I had cut it too low. I asked him if it hurt. He looked at his fingernail. Then, he started fake crying (which can be pretty convincing sometimes), and he says, "Itttttttttt'sssssssss goooooooooooooone!" I just thought it was funny. And a pretty convincing show.

Future Aggie Athletes

*Day 121*

Today we took Logan to the Future Aggie Athlete benefit dinner. He got to play sports with some of the Aggie athletes. He played soccer, hockey, football, volleyball and basketball. His favorite was volleyball. He did very well bumping the ball. Then he learned how to hit it really high. I think that was his favorite part. I didn't tell him yet that the point of volleyball isn't to hit it as high as you can. Oh, well, he's still got some time. His second favorite was basketball. After he was done, he (I) asked the players to show him an alley oop. He thought that was cool. He had a lot of fun. Then, we had dinner, catered by Cafe Sabor. Oh, yeah, and I won a gift card in the raffle! Not bad for supporting charity.


Bumping the volleyball back to his partner.


Catching the football after running his route.


A nice hockey pass.


Heading the soccer ball. (Not his best, but the best I got on camera.)


Shooting on goal.


Dribbling in for the lay up.


Getting a little help on his shot.


Taking a break.


Logan's "Yes!" move. He used it when he got a good header in soccer, when they said it was time to play football, and when he bumped well in volleyball.


Double fisted. After he made his first basket.

*Day 120*

I decided that for April Fool's day I would write my favorite joke. I like to laugh. But I don't remember very many jokes. Even when the daycare kids get on a joke kick and ask me tell them a knock knock joke or something. I have like two that I can think of, if I'm lucky. Not at all like my Uncle Evan who always had a new joke. Or sometimes the same one, but we laughed anyway. Like if you were getting a drink, he would walk up and say, "Don't drink that or you'll get what I've got!" And so you'd say, "What?" And he'd say, "A wet mouth!" But, I do have one joke that I call my favorite. Maybe because I can remember it. I hope I can do it justice by writing it down. (And I apologize for the language.) Get ready to laugh! :)

The kids came into school for their first day of first grade. The teacher decided that for their first activity she would have each student get up tell what they did for their summer vacation. She explained to the children what they were to do and then reminded them that they were big first graders now and they would practice talking with big kid words.

The first student got up and said, "This summer my dad took me to the zoo and we saw a roarrrrrr." The teacher reminded her to talk with big kids words. She corrected herself and said, "Lion."

The second student said, "I went for a ride on a choo-choo." The teacher reminded him to use big kid words. He responded, "a train."

The third student got up and said, "I went to Disneyland and saw Winnie the Shit."

(Pause for laughter)

Thinking of jokes. I have one more that I can remember. I don't know why I remember it, it's not a real joke. One day with the girls on the cross country team, we decided that it would be funny to tell a joke that wasn't really a joke, then laugh real hard, just to see if we could get other people to laugh. We wanted to see if they would laugh just because we were, or only if they got the joke. So Suzy came up with this, spur of the moment.

Why are there no telephone poles in elevators?

Because birds don't fly backward! (then hysterical laughter)

So, do you get it?
But, are you laughing anyway?