Christmas Bowling

Roland's parents gave us a bowling outing for Christmas. We had a lot of fun and Peter loved his first time out. Aaron got a 69 and Peter a 72. I bowled a screamin' 91 (it's not so easy to throw a 15 pound ball while holding Peter) and Roland was the high score with 130. Peter had the coolest shoes.

Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!

Santa Found Us!

Santa managed to find his way into our house, even though we don't have a chimney. Aaron was so happy to get his 6 shooters. I'm not so thrilled with Santa on that one. The kids had a great time opening their presents and ours. We hope you each had a Merry Christmas too!

He's a quick draw! Dad never saw it coming!

Peter with his new Fire Garage from Grandma Rosie.

Aaron Lightyear. I left the camera in the car, so the lens kept fogging up.(Boy would I get a lecture from my brother about that. Let's not tell him)!

And the Winners Are...

Calleen wins the key chain.

Sylvia wins the bracelet.

I'll get them in the mail next week.

Congrats! Thanks for participating!

Why Roland Can't Walk Normal

OK, he can, but he shoveled soooo much snow I thought for sure his back would go out. He and Aaron spent at least four hours outside on Saturday and Sunday shoveling, digging out cars, making snow tunnels, sledding....you get the idea. Here are some pictures of the fun weekend they had. Peter and I opted to spend the time indoors. Peter went out once and decided that wasn't much fun. Must be my kid.

We've a fox living in the neighborhood. I thought it was living under our shed. Roland and Aaron spotted tracks, so they followed them to a fallen tree. Don't think I would have done that! Roland now thinks that that is his home. Whew! I thought I'd have to relocate a fox when spring comes.

Poor 'Old Blue'. He's covered. The man in the picture is our neighbor Jason. He'd just finished digging out his Pilot.

Exploring down by the old Caboose.

Aaron and Roland thought it'd be funny to bury Peter. No wonder he doesn't want to play outside with them anymore! JK, Peter is standing behind the wheelbarrow. This angle makes him look buried. His brother wouldn't do that to him, at least with Dad near by.

Digging out 'Old Blue'

Peter watching from the warmth of the kitchen.

Hot chocolate after a long day of hard work.

Genevieve in the snow. I can say I was outside right? Sculpture by N8.

Answers to 2 Questions About the Giveaway

1 - I know that most of you don't live near me so I will ship the item.
2 - I don't need to know you. Part of why I'm doing the giveaway is to figure out who some of you are. :-)

Holiday Giveaway!

I did a post awhile back about my new hobby. Since it's the holiday season I thought I'd do a giveaway. To enter leave a comment telling me which item you like best. I'll have Aaron draw a name out of Santa's hat on Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays!

This is a brown tone bracelet and earring set. There are tiny pieces of mirror inlay.

This is a bookmark.



This is a key ring. One of the end balls screws off so you can add your keys.

The Phrase I Love

I love how little kids make up their own words trying to learn all the rules of the English language. My favorite phrase of Aaron's is:

"No I amn't".

Quote of the Day

Aaron took a spill while we were in Moab. It took a chunk out of his palm. As he was looking at it and crying he said, "I hate it when my skin comes off"!

I so agree! I don't much like it either.

Thanksgiving in Utah

Walking in Goblin Valley

Liberty Aaron

Roland found some of his Scouting paraphenailia and dressed up Aaron.

Nate and Heidi

Springer clan watching the WVC parade.

Cousin Scott and Aaron

Sledding with the American Fork Springers

Aaron and Grandpa Springer

Aaron taking advantage of the one snow storm that came through while we were there.

Goblin Valley

While in Utah we spent a day in Goblin Valley (down by Moab). Aaron was being a super spy. He stood on top of the goblins like he was in charge and had so much fun running through the area. I highly recommend the place to people with children. There were no signs telling us to stay on the path, don't go here or there. We had complete freedom to climb, scoot down on our bottoms when we got too high and run all over the place.

Peter wasn't so hip on the idea at first. Roland packed him in but as it warmed up Peter came out of hibernation to walk all the way out. What a tough kid.

Roland's parents came with us. Kurt took so many pictures that I think we've finally convinced them to go digital so he can shoot to his hearts content.

We had a great time in the Valley of the Goblins.

Aaron is in the middle of the picture in a yellow coat. Can you see him?

Peter all warm in Grandma's scarf.

Our Bed and Breakfast

We had a slew of visitors come through in October. First there was cousin Megan. Then Roland's sister Charlene and her husband Jason. Then came Roland's brother Marlow followed by a visit from my brother Nate.

At the Pumpkin Patch

Photos by Charlene

We tried to get to the Tomb of the Unknowns but the Marine Corps Marathon was happening. Apparently, they need a lot of port-a-johns. Roland with Aaron. Jason and Peter in the background. Peter wouldn't let Jason out of his sight the whole trip.

At Udvar-Hazy with Nate.

Nate is striking the Tom-Cat pose in front of the Tom-Cat.

Once again Peter was attached to Nate. Peter is a guy's guy.
Peter decided we were taking too long at each exibit and strikes out on his own.

I started out pretty good. Megan had clean sheets and a sparkling bathroom as did Charlene as Jason. Marlow said he didn't care if I didn't wash the sheets after Charlene. Yeah! But, then Charlene being helpful stripped the bed. Darn! I did go over the bathroom with clorox wipes. But to be honest I shook out the rug on the floor and then laid the rug right on top of the dirt! Eeek! Same for Nate. By the time Nate got here I was done. He didn't even get a home cooked meal. Poor guy. Good thing his sweet wife takes good care of him.

We had a great time with all our visitors. The boys really want Jason, Marlow and Nate to come back. Me, I think the B&B will be closed for a month or two.

Trike Ride Down Constitution

I found this great old Tricycle at a Toy Sale. I don't think I've ever seen one with a crank chain. We were down at the Art Gallery and the trike was still in the van so we had Aaron take it on it's maiden voyage down Constitution Avenue.

My Friend Samite

First off let's make sure everyone knows how to say Samite's name. Most white people slaughter it which has become a running joke between Samite and me but I would like all of you reading this to be saying it correctly in your mind. It's Sam - E - Tay. Not Saaw - Mee - Tay.

This past long weekend (Thursday -Saturday) I was kid free and got to go to 2, count them, 2 Samite concerts! How lucky am I?

I met Samite and his family while Roland was at Cornell. The RS President asked that I go over and clean their house. Samite's wife, Joan, (her name is pronounced JoAnn) had been diagnosed with a brain tumor and Samite along with his family had taken on full time care of her. So being the Relief Society we decided to provide some relief. I came away with a greater blessing then I ever provided for them.

Words cannot express the love that I have for this family and the pure love of Christ that was ever present in that home. Samite put his career on hold to care for his sweetheart. Joan's daughter, Ana, put her schooling on hold to care for her mother. One by one, I met Joan's children as they came home. Samite wrote beautiful music to express his love and sorrow. They let me into their lives at such a tender time and I witnessed the veil slowly thin as they helped their loved one move on to live with our Father again.

Samite and his family gave me an experience that I will treasure for the rest of my life. I look forward to talking with Joan and getting to know the woman that her family tells me about, but I never had the opportunity to talk to before the tumor took her speech.

I'm grateful that I was able to spend time last weekend catching up with my dear friend, listening to great music and remembering such a meaningful time in my life.

Mirembe, Samite!