Here's a link to DJ's latest adventure. If someone knows how to make this a cute little box, please let me know--I'm clueless.
http://www.kesq.com/global/video/flash/popupplayer.asp?clipId1=3214923&at1=News&vt1=v&h1=%27Homeroom+Dad%27%3A+More+Fathers+Getting+Active+in+Valley+Classrooms+%2812%2F8%29&d1=113033&redirUrl=www.KESQ.com&activePane=info&LaunchPageAdTag=homepage&clipFormat=flv&rnd=4390789
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
One, Two, Three...
Well, I had my first teenager moment. We were getting ready for church, and it was a good day. I define a good day as one in which I don't need to wake up everyone 17 times and then do the head-spinning mommy moment where I wonder why I even try to get to church on time.
Some mornings are better than others. This was a great one. Kids were showered, eating breakfast, had their scriptures and shoes by the front door. I had time to put on my makeup, and then walk to the front door. "Kids, let's go!" (you can hear the melody in my voice). Kids got their shoes on, and then I counted in my head, "One, two three." OK--we're good to go. Wait. One, two, three. But I have four kids! One.. two.. three. There's still just 3. I went racing into the bedroom, and there was a lump in bed. We were going to be late. I went from serene to psychotic in 1/2 second flat. However we did make it to church in time for a very abbreviated prelude.
Oh, and the child? It was Joshua.
Some mornings are better than others. This was a great one. Kids were showered, eating breakfast, had their scriptures and shoes by the front door. I had time to put on my makeup, and then walk to the front door. "Kids, let's go!" (you can hear the melody in my voice). Kids got their shoes on, and then I counted in my head, "One, two three." OK--we're good to go. Wait. One, two, three. But I have four kids! One.. two.. three. There's still just 3. I went racing into the bedroom, and there was a lump in bed. We were going to be late. I went from serene to psychotic in 1/2 second flat. However we did make it to church in time for a very abbreviated prelude.
Oh, and the child? It was Joshua.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
It's a BEAR!!!!!
Remember that kid's song, "I'm going on a bear hunt?" You'd go through the gate, woods, river, etc., until you went into the dark cave and saw the big green eyes, fuzzy tail, and realized it was a bear? (Thanks to Jean Feldman we have all the actions down pat.) If you didn't know better, you'd realize that it sounded like a Risk Family Adventure. (Notice the caps--I think that is a regular title now.) We had a bear hunt!
We crashed the Stephenson's camping trip--although we had permission--to the Sequoia National Park. Big trees, big adventures, so of course the Risk's had to come! Getting ready for it took more time than we were actually out there doing it. DJ prepped the pop-up trailer, then I came in with the shopping, laundry, etc. After the Sam's Club and Wal-Mart runs, we realized we could have eaten out for around the same price. But then I wouldn't have spent hours every day cooking over a Coleman stove. Hmmm. I think I see a problem in the reasoning in this.
We pulled into camp late Sunday night. Like 10 p.m. late. Jeff and Dad were good enough to help us set up the trailer so we could get some shut eye. It was chilly out, but with the electric blankets --I'm not stupid!--we stayed toasty warm.
The next day we headed up to the park--and it was beautiful! I love the sequoias, and I loved that the park was virtually deserted. On one of our walks--it really didn't count as a hike--we saw four deer including a five-point buck. The sequoias are so large that there is virtually no undergrowth. Everyone but Mom and I hiked up a massive boulder (1000-2000 foot drop off) called Moro Rock. After about 30 steps, I freaked, couldn't move, and headed back down the hill. My children ran up. Yes, ran. DJ was having people yell up the trail to stop her, but they couldn't yell fast enough to get ahead of her. I'm glad I didn't know that at the time.
We had a drizzle that evening, and it made everything misty. Jeff, Janae, and kids, plus Mom, had spent two days in the park, and stayed at the RV park to do around camp things, but we convinced Dad to come back up with us on Tuesday. Had a great time, but we could feel the storm front moving in. My blood's thin from almost 6 years in the desert, and the feeling of snow was enough to make me want to head back down the mountain. On the way down, we came around a blind corner, and a black bear was sitting on the road. We screeched to a halt and DJ and Dad bolted from the car for pictures. The bear ambled off the road and into the woods. We continued down the hill; we had heard that bears were in a picnic area close to the bottom of the hill, so we pulled off, and I screamed--"There's bears there!" Again, the car was thrown into park, and EVERYONE jumped out of the car. There was a mama bear and cub munching on acorns in the meadow. DJ and kids edged closer and closer to the bear, while I hung onto Josh and hollered. Finally, we climbed back in the car and worked on getting DJ in, especially after the cub climbed the tree and DJ continued to take pictures of the Mom and the cub. We made it, were safe, and had our bear hunt.
Thanks to Dad--with his awesome camera and pictures--he'll send a CD of the pictures and we'll add some to the blog.
We crashed the Stephenson's camping trip--although we had permission--to the Sequoia National Park. Big trees, big adventures, so of course the Risk's had to come! Getting ready for it took more time than we were actually out there doing it. DJ prepped the pop-up trailer, then I came in with the shopping, laundry, etc. After the Sam's Club and Wal-Mart runs, we realized we could have eaten out for around the same price. But then I wouldn't have spent hours every day cooking over a Coleman stove. Hmmm. I think I see a problem in the reasoning in this.
We pulled into camp late Sunday night. Like 10 p.m. late. Jeff and Dad were good enough to help us set up the trailer so we could get some shut eye. It was chilly out, but with the electric blankets --I'm not stupid!--we stayed toasty warm.
The next day we headed up to the park--and it was beautiful! I love the sequoias, and I loved that the park was virtually deserted. On one of our walks--it really didn't count as a hike--we saw four deer including a five-point buck. The sequoias are so large that there is virtually no undergrowth. Everyone but Mom and I hiked up a massive boulder (1000-2000 foot drop off) called Moro Rock. After about 30 steps, I freaked, couldn't move, and headed back down the hill. My children ran up. Yes, ran. DJ was having people yell up the trail to stop her, but they couldn't yell fast enough to get ahead of her. I'm glad I didn't know that at the time.
We had a drizzle that evening, and it made everything misty. Jeff, Janae, and kids, plus Mom, had spent two days in the park, and stayed at the RV park to do around camp things, but we convinced Dad to come back up with us on Tuesday. Had a great time, but we could feel the storm front moving in. My blood's thin from almost 6 years in the desert, and the feeling of snow was enough to make me want to head back down the mountain. On the way down, we came around a blind corner, and a black bear was sitting on the road. We screeched to a halt and DJ and Dad bolted from the car for pictures. The bear ambled off the road and into the woods. We continued down the hill; we had heard that bears were in a picnic area close to the bottom of the hill, so we pulled off, and I screamed--"There's bears there!" Again, the car was thrown into park, and EVERYONE jumped out of the car. There was a mama bear and cub munching on acorns in the meadow. DJ and kids edged closer and closer to the bear, while I hung onto Josh and hollered. Finally, we climbed back in the car and worked on getting DJ in, especially after the cub climbed the tree and DJ continued to take pictures of the Mom and the cub. We made it, were safe, and had our bear hunt.
Thanks to Dad--with his awesome camera and pictures--he'll send a CD of the pictures and we'll add some to the blog.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
DJ Strikes Again
This post is dedicated to, caused by, and in all ways devoted to DJ. No, not my better half, not by a long shot.
I work late, but last week I came home to blazing lights, a snorting husband, and one terrified 10-year old. DJ, my sweet, loving husband, father of four, and dedicated Sci-Fi channel bad movie aficionado saw that "Dawn of the Dead." a remake of "Night of the Living Dead" was on. He must have thought, "What a fun family night movie. Zombies are such an uplifting thing for my four impressionable children to watch. Let me TiVo it and show it to them. And to make it more fun, let me do it while my overprotective wife isn't there to stop me!" I'm sure that's what he was thinking. Well, they watched it. Tre' bolted upstairs a couple of times, but peaked through the bannister and finished it.
Later, DJ and Tre' had to pick up a couple of things for a Halloween costume, so went down the dark, scary back road to Target. Steve and Lindsay, your Benson road has nothing on our Indio road. We are at the edge of Joshua Tree National Park, and we can hear the coyotes at night as they chase......whatever. We have trees/bushes called tamarisks that are a desert version of a pine tree that were planted decades ago to stop the blowing sand; they're very frothy, but there's enough branches that no light can get through. These trees are planted down our back scary road. DJ started swerving towards the trees, turned off the lights, opened Tre's window and said, "What's that? It's moving in the bushes!" Tre', of course, tried to put the window up, and was batting at DJ to make him stop. While he was turned towards his loving father, DJ managed to get the window down and get close enough to the bushes for some fronds to come in the window and brush against Tre's face. Tre' was in the back of the van within a half-second. Yes, his father was laughing.
Today DJ drove me into work. When we're together, we qualify for the car pool lane, which is a big deal and saves a ton of time. There are only certain points of entry--otherwise, drivers are supposed to respect the double line to prevent people from going in and out and causing problems. A car darted across the double lines in front of us, and so DJ decided to teach them a lesson, and laid on his horn for a good 30 seconds. I was ducking my head and glaring, and finally, he stopped. Right after that, DJ noticed that the other lanes were moving more quickly than the carpool lane, so he exited (in a designated spot). From my experience, I knew that traffic would be backing up within a mile, and told DJ to get back in the lane. He didn't, for he was going faster than the car that came in front of us, which was directly to his side at that point. Of course, we came over the hill, and there was the typical morning traffic jam. By this time, we were back in the section of the double-lines, so we weren't supposed to enter. What did DJ do? I'll leave it to your imagination, but if you know him, you know what happened.
Yes, this post is dedicated to and inspired by my husband, DJ. I love you!
I work late, but last week I came home to blazing lights, a snorting husband, and one terrified 10-year old. DJ, my sweet, loving husband, father of four, and dedicated Sci-Fi channel bad movie aficionado saw that "Dawn of the Dead." a remake of "Night of the Living Dead" was on. He must have thought, "What a fun family night movie. Zombies are such an uplifting thing for my four impressionable children to watch. Let me TiVo it and show it to them. And to make it more fun, let me do it while my overprotective wife isn't there to stop me!" I'm sure that's what he was thinking. Well, they watched it. Tre' bolted upstairs a couple of times, but peaked through the bannister and finished it.
Later, DJ and Tre' had to pick up a couple of things for a Halloween costume, so went down the dark, scary back road to Target. Steve and Lindsay, your Benson road has nothing on our Indio road. We are at the edge of Joshua Tree National Park, and we can hear the coyotes at night as they chase......whatever. We have trees/bushes called tamarisks that are a desert version of a pine tree that were planted decades ago to stop the blowing sand; they're very frothy, but there's enough branches that no light can get through. These trees are planted down our back scary road. DJ started swerving towards the trees, turned off the lights, opened Tre's window and said, "What's that? It's moving in the bushes!" Tre', of course, tried to put the window up, and was batting at DJ to make him stop. While he was turned towards his loving father, DJ managed to get the window down and get close enough to the bushes for some fronds to come in the window and brush against Tre's face. Tre' was in the back of the van within a half-second. Yes, his father was laughing.
Today DJ drove me into work. When we're together, we qualify for the car pool lane, which is a big deal and saves a ton of time. There are only certain points of entry--otherwise, drivers are supposed to respect the double line to prevent people from going in and out and causing problems. A car darted across the double lines in front of us, and so DJ decided to teach them a lesson, and laid on his horn for a good 30 seconds. I was ducking my head and glaring, and finally, he stopped. Right after that, DJ noticed that the other lanes were moving more quickly than the carpool lane, so he exited (in a designated spot). From my experience, I knew that traffic would be backing up within a mile, and told DJ to get back in the lane. He didn't, for he was going faster than the car that came in front of us, which was directly to his side at that point. Of course, we came over the hill, and there was the typical morning traffic jam. By this time, we were back in the section of the double-lines, so we weren't supposed to enter. What did DJ do? I'll leave it to your imagination, but if you know him, you know what happened.
Yes, this post is dedicated to and inspired by my husband, DJ. I love you!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Reader Girl
I LOVE to read. Love, love, love, love to read. My library at home has over 2000 titles, alphabetized by author. I'll get home, and go in and just look around and think I'm in heaven. I'll buy extra copies of books just because I know I'm going to loan out a book and not get it back. I can't wait to share books and authors with my kids and co-workers, because it feels like I'm introducing a new friend. In fact, I was just talking with someone at work about how I love a good book; it's not that I'm escaping, it's that I'm enjoying the unfolding of the story.
I've attached a link for an article written by Shannon Hale, fabulous author extrodinaire. Although I never was an English major, and never lost my love for reading, this feels as if its an insight to my psyche. I, too, used to sneak into the fantasy section of the libary and almost feel ashamed for liking those types of stories.
http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/index.asp?layout=talkBackCommentsFull&articleid=CA6600686&talk_back_header_id=6558881
Both Reagan & Tre' are officially part of this family. They consume books as well. I loved it when Tre' begged me to buy the next book in a new series, and then told me that I'd love the series as well (since I hadn't read it yet).
I've attached a link for an article written by Shannon Hale, fabulous author extrodinaire. Although I never was an English major, and never lost my love for reading, this feels as if its an insight to my psyche. I, too, used to sneak into the fantasy section of the libary and almost feel ashamed for liking those types of stories.
http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/index.asp?layout=talkBackCommentsFull&articleid=CA6600686&talk_back_header_id=6558881
Both Reagan & Tre' are officially part of this family. They consume books as well. I loved it when Tre' begged me to buy the next book in a new series, and then told me that I'd love the series as well (since I hadn't read it yet).
Saturday, October 18, 2008
It's not from MY side of the family
The kids LOVE a new discovery of ours. Because I work in Anaheim, and everyone knows we love Disneyland, one would assume that it would have some Disney-related theme. Nope. It's a place called the Children's Discovery Science Center. Now, the love of science is actually inspired by both DJ and I. My contribution may be limited to genetics (thanks Dad!), but DJ is the one who inspires them to enjoy it. When we have hikes, he points out the geological formations and their causes. He encourages them to understand why one body may produce farts, while another doesn't. Good real-world stuff like that.
DJ and Josh discovered this place on Monday. They had dropped me off, and wanted something to do. They enjoyed it enough to get a family membership for the year. This science center has everything from dinosaurs to an earthquake room to a place where you can stand inside a tornado. Of course my kids would love that! You can play virtual volleyball with another kid on a screen and it tracks your movements. You can lay on a bed of nails. A TON of cool things.
One of the things my kids like is an "outlining" wall. I'm not really sure what's it's called, but it's like those little toys you can get where you push your hand against something filled with little pins and the outline remains. You can do your hand, you can do your face, you've got the image. Well, Thursday, DJ and company came to pick me up; they arrived early enough to get there and enjoy the center for a while. They liked the earthquake room; Tre' loved crashing the flight simulator. Then they did the outline with all the kids, and sent a copy to me. It inspired my title for this blog. Can you guess which one is Reagan?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Better Late Than Never
OK, I admit it. I'm intimidated by Lindsay and Janae's blogs. Pictures, cute stories, blah, blah, blah. Every time I thought that I wanted to get a story down, I didn't have a picture (never mind the fact that I don't have a camera now, thanks to our friendly neighborhood thieves who stole from an unlocked car in the driveway, but that's another story). DJ bugged me; my parents commented on it; Janae mentioned it. Then I thought "I can have one of those literary blogs. OK not literary. Just plain-old wordy! I don't have to have pictures! I'm just not creative." (Like that's a news flash.) Hence, my new start with a "wordy" blog.
I'm working from home today. I guess not working yet, but it's the thought that counts. Now that I'm (almost) done with the annual financial audit, I'm going to be working from home on occasion. I presented it as "think of how much time I'll be saving on the commute which I can devote to work." DJ's picked me up the last two weekends to save me the aggravation of driving home in traffic. I even worked through this last commute, so I got 2 more hours in, and one more project done!
The kids are great. Reagan seems to have blossomed into teenage-hood (and "hood" is the key word) as an 11=year old. I swear I wasn't as moody as she was until I was at least 20! Maybe I was a late bloomer. However, she still is sweet, good with kids (she's a big hit in the neighborhood as a babysitter), etc.
Tre's student body president, football team quarterback, and the highest scoring student for math, science, and reading. Yes, I raised a renaissance man. Or least, a renaissance boy (take that Steve--mountain boy!). OK, I've been working for the last 4 years, so at least I contributed to his gene pool. He's an avid BYU and Colts fan, so we do the weekly sit down to watch the BYU game (I've sneaked in a book a time or two).
Madi loves her horses. It just broke the 100-degree mark, so we'll start visiting them soon. In fact, I think that would be a lovely activity for Thanksgiving, (the kids can go see the horses) so put it on your calendars everyone! She had picture day yesterday, and the night before we looked at her outfits. She wanted to wear a particular shirt, which was getting a little small for her, but I thought--no one can see her from the waist down, so why not? We laid it out, and put a skirt together for it. In the morning, DJ wasn't as pleased as she was (because it was too small), and so we discussed the choice. Guess what my little daughter did. She SNEAKED IT TO SCHOOL IN HER BACKPACK AND CHANGED!!!!!! Yes, it brings back memories of Reagan and the scarf. It also gave me a taste of what my fashion-conscious daughter will do in the future.
Josh is Josh. He's a puppy at heart, and is fun to cuddle (still). With DJ having more Sunday meetings, Josh is my new buddy on the organ stand until DJ can get into the chapel. Josh has been known to change the organ stops, press the floor pedals, and even turn off the organ. However, he then turns to me and smiles. The kid's going to get away with murder.
I'm working from home today. I guess not working yet, but it's the thought that counts. Now that I'm (almost) done with the annual financial audit, I'm going to be working from home on occasion. I presented it as "think of how much time I'll be saving on the commute which I can devote to work." DJ's picked me up the last two weekends to save me the aggravation of driving home in traffic. I even worked through this last commute, so I got 2 more hours in, and one more project done!
The kids are great. Reagan seems to have blossomed into teenage-hood (and "hood" is the key word) as an 11=year old. I swear I wasn't as moody as she was until I was at least 20! Maybe I was a late bloomer. However, she still is sweet, good with kids (she's a big hit in the neighborhood as a babysitter), etc.
Tre's student body president, football team quarterback, and the highest scoring student for math, science, and reading. Yes, I raised a renaissance man. Or least, a renaissance boy (take that Steve--mountain boy!). OK, I've been working for the last 4 years, so at least I contributed to his gene pool. He's an avid BYU and Colts fan, so we do the weekly sit down to watch the BYU game (I've sneaked in a book a time or two).
Madi loves her horses. It just broke the 100-degree mark, so we'll start visiting them soon. In fact, I think that would be a lovely activity for Thanksgiving, (the kids can go see the horses) so put it on your calendars everyone! She had picture day yesterday, and the night before we looked at her outfits. She wanted to wear a particular shirt, which was getting a little small for her, but I thought--no one can see her from the waist down, so why not? We laid it out, and put a skirt together for it. In the morning, DJ wasn't as pleased as she was (because it was too small), and so we discussed the choice. Guess what my little daughter did. She SNEAKED IT TO SCHOOL IN HER BACKPACK AND CHANGED!!!!!! Yes, it brings back memories of Reagan and the scarf. It also gave me a taste of what my fashion-conscious daughter will do in the future.
Josh is Josh. He's a puppy at heart, and is fun to cuddle (still). With DJ having more Sunday meetings, Josh is my new buddy on the organ stand until DJ can get into the chapel. Josh has been known to change the organ stops, press the floor pedals, and even turn off the organ. However, he then turns to me and smiles. The kid's going to get away with murder.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
La-De-Da-De-Da!
I came waltzing home today--leaving at 4:15. I was going to spend time with the family and then work for a couple of hours from home. I shut down my computer, packed up my files, checked to make sure I had them all, and then proudly walked out the front door of the office, down the steps, and to my car. After fighting traffic for 2 1/2 hours (of course I hit rush hour--ALL THE WAY HOME!), I had dinner, corrected the kids' homework, devised a new lesson plan for the kids to go back and relearn the concepts they didn't have down, and just now sat down to work. I opened my bag and I had my files. I had my Blackberry. I had the very important project that had to be reviewed tonight. At least the paperwork supporting the very important file. But there was no computer. Hmmm--might be an issue there.
Of course, I'm not the only one. Madi had a very suspicious bruise on her arm. I asked DJ how she got it and he said she didn't know. When I asked her how she got it, she said, "I put my arm in my mouth and then sucked. Is that how I got it?" Like mother, like daughter.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Great Big Globs of Greasy Grimy Gopher.....and Other Camp Melodies
Van Gogh had his self-portrait, and here's Madi's. After 6 days at camp, I'm surprised that she's as clean as she was. Given the fact that she took the picture in the shade, without the flash, I suppose its a surprise that we can see her at all.
The kids had a glorious time (almost as good as DJ had, since they were gone, and I was away at work as well!). They could choose their activities, so of course Madi pushed as much horse riding in as possible. On the way home we got to hear about Trigger (the horse she WANTED to ride) and how much she enjoyed the trails, etc. She also made friends with everyone but two girls in her cabin--am I the only one, but the whole Parent Trap scene with the chocolate sauce, honey, etc. thing came to mind. I guess we'll have to wait a couple of years, but....
Tre's activity of choice was archery. He won the "arrow" at the camp awards ceremony for the best archer--and his counselor told us that he was the best archer in two years (of course, they may say that on a weekly basis, but I'll believe it). He had to draw a target of what scared him the most, and he chose a T-Rex egg. Guess he'll have to keep his eyes open to not get jumped by that. Note the two arrow holes right next to it.
There's no pictures of Reagan, but that's because her pictures were pretty dark. Let's just say that photography was not a taught class. However, she was a favorite of all the camp counselors--there's only one little Reagan in the world! DJ wants me to tell everyone that camp counselors told him that the entire Risk family was the most well behaved, best blah-blah-blah. They also got rocks; the rock award was for the best campers--and our three were the only 3 to get them. (I know this sounds like those Christmas letters where parents describe how their kids invented cold fusion in their spare time after curing cancer and playing with the Boston Philharmonic.)They also told us that they'd like Reagan to be a junior camp counselor when she's 15. Can you imagine Reagan leading a group of impressionable youngsters in camp songs? Speaking of camp songs, Tre' came back singing a bunch of disgusting songs. I guess that's to be expected. DJ said they were the same songs he sang when he went to camp.
Are the kids going to camp next year? You bet!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Everybody Poops
Well, not everybody. At least not until today. But JOSH FINALLY POOPED!
Actually, I got an email from DJ which I've included:
----- Original Message -----
From: D.J. Risk Jr. [mailto:riskdj@earthlink.net]
Sent: Tuesday, June 17, 2008 2:25 PM
To: Heidi RiskSubject: Vac Belt
Where did you put the new Bissell Steamer Belts. Joshua had a very big "accident?"
DJ
From: Heidi Risk
To: D.J. Risk Jr.
Sent: Tuesday, June 17, 2008 2:53 PM
Subject: RE: Vac Belt
Laundry room; I think it’s on the left side above the washer. Do I want to know what TYPE of accident?
Heidi
Lets just say it is 25 locations from Reagan's room around her bed over stuffed animals, rugs, books through the hall into her bathroom. He will be sitting on the toilet until you come home or he decides to poop in the toilet.
D.J.
DJ left to clean up with Oxi-Clean, the carpet cleaner, and then Lysol. And yes, Josh "decided" to poop. He's now promising to use "the facilities" from now on.
The other 3 kids are up a camp. Sunday night, DJ and I were up late labeling every item (other than socks--I had to draw the line somewhere) with names. It's amazing how much stuff it takes to send the kids up there. I've been sending a letter a day, so hopefully they'll have mail. Madi's my biggest concern, because she tends to be a little more timid. I know you've all seen the "horse" in action, but when she first gets around new people, she retreats. I've no fear for Reagan, but we'll see. We even sent the kids up with disposible cameras; I wonder if we'll ever print the prints....
Actually, I got an email from DJ which I've included:
----- Original Message -----
From: D.J. Risk Jr. [mailto:riskdj@earthlink.net]
Sent: Tuesday, June 17, 2008 2:25 PM
To: Heidi RiskSubject: Vac Belt
Where did you put the new Bissell Steamer Belts. Joshua had a very big "accident?"
DJ
From: Heidi Risk
To: D.J. Risk Jr.
Sent: Tuesday, June 17, 2008 2:53 PM
Subject: RE: Vac Belt
Laundry room; I think it’s on the left side above the washer. Do I want to know what TYPE of accident?
Heidi
Lets just say it is 25 locations from Reagan's room around her bed over stuffed animals, rugs, books through the hall into her bathroom. He will be sitting on the toilet until you come home or he decides to poop in the toilet.
D.J.
DJ left to clean up with Oxi-Clean, the carpet cleaner, and then Lysol. And yes, Josh "decided" to poop. He's now promising to use "the facilities" from now on.
The other 3 kids are up a camp. Sunday night, DJ and I were up late labeling every item (other than socks--I had to draw the line somewhere) with names. It's amazing how much stuff it takes to send the kids up there. I've been sending a letter a day, so hopefully they'll have mail. Madi's my biggest concern, because she tends to be a little more timid. I know you've all seen the "horse" in action, but when she first gets around new people, she retreats. I've no fear for Reagan, but we'll see. We even sent the kids up with disposible cameras; I wonder if we'll ever print the prints....
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Blog what?
Here we go. I hear new terms (even though blogging's been around for a while) and start hyperventilating. However, since we spent the day shopping for a Blackberry or something similar, I guess I can do this. YOU try standing at various kiosks with four children milling around. Actually, DJ did the shopping, and he had four children AND a wife milling. I'm now at a point where I just want the thing in my hand. Plus lots and lots of minutes. With a four hour daily commute, I've discovered how much I need to talk.
I think the Ancestral Pueblo Native Americans (or Anasazi Indians as everyone else but Park Rangers call them) home would have looked like after making Father's Day presents. Just imagine Tre' with a hammer and Madi with a paintbrush, and that's what my garage would have looked like. Actually, I just wanted to include this picture, because it's one of my favorites.
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