BBQ

"Mom, What would happen if I barbecued a napkin?"

Kevin asked me this question at lunch today and my mind immediately pictured him at 12 in the back yard of our home standing over our barbecue and holding a napkin. I nearly laughed out loud but he would not have known why and I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him. 

Still glad we have AFLAC.

Soccer Season Begins

Nolan liked cheering more than running but everyone needs an assistant right? His team won their first game. Nana, Papa and Kaytlyn were there in time to cheer him on... and hold him while his team played so I could keep coaching. We're working on the staying with the team and playing the game part.





Kevin ran with the purple shirts and tried to get to the ball. An eternal optimist he said, "Maybe next time I'll get to kick the ball." He is learning a lot about playing on a team. He has a great coach. I'll have to remind him to tell the yelling mom on the sidelines to stop coaching his team for him. - His team also won thier first game with Nana, Papa, Kaytlyn, Dad and the yelling mom to cheer him on.

Kenli

On Sunday our friend Kenli visited from Texas. When the boys saw her at PUMP it was like she had never left. Kevin sat by her in worship and when she came to have dinner with us Nolan promptly drug her out to the play ground and all over the play structures. ~ We had good conversation, a lot of laughs and took some great photos. The boys always seem to turn on the charm for her. 

Kenli, it was good to have you in our home again. I know you are not leaving until Saturday or something but we probably won't get to see you before you go. Come visit again soon! And have a good time in Amarillo.

Nolan-ism

"Camel-ope": A sweet, juicy fruit with orange flesh and a greenish-grey rhine.

Letter of the day

While reviewing the letter "Ii" during our school time I asked Kevin to give me a sentence involving one of these words: indian, igloo, pig, ice, fire, icecream. This was his sentence:

"The cowboy kills the indian who licks the icecream and kills the pig who lives in the igloo and sits by the fire melting the ice."

The Gladiator

The Travelator... that's what it's called! Have you seen "American Gladiators" yet? It's a competition that requires great athletic prowess and extreme courage. And in this competition there is a segment in which the contestants run up a ramp moving the opposite direction that they want to go, up hill no less, and they have to grab the rope that is half way up the track to get themselves to the top.



Well, evidently there is a "travelator" of child proportions at the play structure near our house. Kevin has been able to traverse this contraption with skill and strength that would blow competitors his age and size out of the water. But alas, on Wednesday the travelator got the best of him. With a tight grip on the chain he lost his footing and in about half a second he swung full circle and hit the play structure with a clang so loud I heard him hit from 20 feet away. Thinking he'd probably hit his shoulder I waited for just a second to watch him recover and go on his way. But he didn't. He came to me kind of dazed and said, "Ow Mom!"

Then blood began to run down his face. I asked a friend to go in a building and get something and called Logan who seemed to be by my side in a matter of seconds. Thinking quickly he scooped Kevin up and took him to see someone on campus to try and determine whether we would need to take him to the ER or not.

Evidently it was a tough day at the playground. Another kid apparently lost two teeth.

But Kevin, the Gladiator, is already itching to get back to the playground. We'll probably go today.

Weather Man 2

Logan clicked through all of the channels this morning to find the weather forcast. Finding only stories about wrecks, rape and war he turned it off disappointed. I commented about the situation while Kevin walked over to the window.

"Cloudy, Dad, no sun," he said.

"Thanks buddy," I said with a laugh and turning to Logan I said, "There's your weather forcast."

Logan commented on the intelligence of our son to which Kevin said, "My head is helping me."

"Your head is helping you?"

"Yep."

Then he looked out the window again and looking at Logan said, "Foggy."

Again with a chuckle I said, "There's your update."

"Foggy?" Logan asked.

"Yep. It's air that is fog that hides stuff. And when you go over here (running over to the kitchen) it moves over there. When you go over here (running to the front door) it moves over there. It hides stuff when you go through it."