Saturday, April 17, 2010

Feeling a Little Sentimental

I was vacuuming Ian's room this morning while he was at baseball practice and I noticed this:
We had to buy a bigger bat this season because he just keeps growing and growing, and he's outgrown the old bat.

His old bat.

Jared's old bat.

Kudi's old bat.

Tara's old bat.

That bat has been around a long time and seen 4 kids in t-ball, bobbi-sox, and little league. And now it is retired. Made me feel a little sentimental, especially since Ian will be 13 next month, the last of my four, and he'll become a teenager. (Sigh)

Oh, the good times we had with that bat. When Ian was in t-ball Kudi helped me coach his team. He did so awesome! And I remember the very last game we played, he was on the pitcher's mound, it was the last inning and we had two outs. The batter popped a line drive headed about a foot above Ian's head - and he caught it! It was so cool. The parents on the side line cheered for him. That was quite a feeling, to see others cheering for your son. What a way to end the season.

I think we need to have a party for the old bat.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Funny story from Scott

Kinda funny today…

I was working in the computer center today and kept hearing a small group of people getting louder and noisier as the minutes went by. They were clear on the other side of the center so I could not hear their conversations but their laughter was a bit over the top and I could feel the tension in the room rise as normally the center is full of busy people and often more quiet than a library. The loud disruption was abnormal and causing some consternation among the customers.

I had to chuckle as I watched one of the computer technicians walk over to the group to ask them to quiet down. The tech got close and was about to say something ( and this is exactly when I noticed also) that the group were all furiously signing each other… yes, we had to tell the group of deaf people to quiet down.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

SLC/Eye Doc and traditions

When Ian was nearly 2 years old, he had surgery on his eyes, well, his eye muscles, to be more exact, so that his eye's wouldn't cross and he could see straight. Seeing straight is a good thing. It allows a person to have depth perception. (Something Scott doesn't have - he had surgery when he was 4. His eyes look straight to us, but not quite straight enough for the brain to develop depth perception. We didn't see Avatar in 3D.)
So, about every 6 months or so we go see the Pediatric Eye Surgeon. In Idaho, we went to Pocatello. In Utah, we go to Primary Childrens' in Salt Lake.
We have a tradition of going bowling at the University of Utah Student Union whenever we have to go to Salt Lake to have Ian's eye's checked. Usually we go there to waste an hour after they put drops in his eyes to dilate them. This time, he didn't have any drops. But we went bowling anyway.
The good news is: the doctor finally called Ian's surgery a success, and said we don't have to have another check-up for a whole year. He kept his prescription the same, which is also good news. The Doc's happy. We're happy. See, can't you tell by these pictures how happy we are?

The "boys" really don't like to get their picture taken. This was the best they could do.

When we walked in the Student Union building at the University of Utah, someone made a remark about Jared's shirt. Guess we didn't think that one through.

Papa is the "pro."

They may not look too happy in the pictures, but we had a good time, made even better by the Jamba Juice and Jimmy Johns down the road. It was a good start to our Easter weekend.

The Frozen North

After visiting the eye doctor in Salt Lake we headed a little further north to the Worldmark resort at Wolf Creek. It is about 5 miles from the Powder Mountain Resort. That's where they ski. A lot of snow is required for skiing. There was a lot of snow there. More snow arrived after we got there. It was cold. No one wanted to ski. We wished it was 70 degrees, like it was in St. George. I made these arrangements in January, when skiing seemed like a good idea, and I had hoped to get tickets to Conference, but that didn't work out. Oh, well. The resort was nice, and we enjoyed Conference on TV, with the comfort of couch and blankets to keep warm.
The little town at the bottom of the hill, (Eden, Utah) didn't have much in the way of, uh, amenities, and so we ended up at the Valley Market for lunch on Saturday. We thought we must have landed in a parallel universe because high school kids were having a "bake sale" for Ethiopia in the parking lot, and a sign advertising "Frog Leg Fridays" was flying on the light pole above us. Something a little incongruent about the whole thing.

Happy to be back in good ole Dixie where I was worried about getting a sunburn while watching Ian's baseball game last night. It was awesome-- both the game, and the sunburn! But that is for another post. :-)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Guess I'm Gonna Have to Delegate

So I'm looking at my calendar and I discover I have scheduled myself to be in three places on the night of Tuesday, April 6th. Why do I do that? I have been trying to scale back and not have things be so stressful. There's a wonderful YouTube clip that is just beautiful:

It really struck me when it said, "Avoid rush and haste..."

This morning a friend posted on Facebook, "Does anyone else feel overwhelmed by all the things we have to do?" I wrote back, "I pretty much just ricochet through life from one panic attack to the next."

She replied, "Sophia -- you are so funny! I feel better already." The funny thing is: I wasn't kidding.

So, I guess I'll see if the girls can help. Scotty is so busy with his Master's program, I am hoping they can fill in. One can take Jared to the concurrent enrollment orientation for Dixie College, and one can take Ian to his baseball game. Actually, Scott could probably just drop him off and pick him up, and not stay for the game.

And me, well, I will be shirking my responsibilities for one evening to go see "Barrage" out at the Tuacahn Ampitheatre with my girl friends from work. Amazingly enough, I think this may be a first for me. I've been racking my brain, trying to remember a time when I've just done something with ladies, other than Relief Society, and I seriously cannot remember a time. There must be something wrong with me. No wonder I am so stressed! Ha! Guess I am finally graduating to a new level. Good for me, eh?