Letter to Mom

Brandon and I found the following letter waiting for us when we returned from stake choir practice last night:

12/13/09

Mom,

Colin took a piece of gum from the packet by your computer without asking. I talked to him but he tried to wigle his way out of trouble. And right after he spit his gum out and got a cookie. Well, that's all I have to say now.

Sincerely, Andrew

p.s. Colin was getting a bat (like the ones they use in baseball, of course) to hit a ball around.

Year of the Pocketknife

Andrew turned 9 this past week! He is such a character. See if you can guess what his favorite present was this year:

Kind of scary, I know. Liam also got a pocketknife when he turned 9, so I guess that is now the traditional age in our family to receive one. It has been funny to see how differently they use them. Liam was always very careful and has almost always kept his in its case in his sock drawer (a place we suggested to keep it out of the hands of wee brothers). Andrew, on the other hand, carries his with him whenever he can, and uses it whenever he can! He has found several good whittling sticks in the yard already, and likes to speculate as to what types of different tasks he can now accomplish with this great multi-tool.

Per Andrew's request, we had dinner at IHOP. He wasn't afraid to tell the waiter, "It's my birthday, and I know what happens on your birthday at IHOP." So he had this dessert after dinner:


Then it was home for birthday cake to share with everyone. We actually almost forgot about it, and everyone was being crazy (yes, that sometimes happens at our house--whose idea was it anyway, to give the 3 oldest boys swords for birthdays and Halloween?!) so I was tempted to send everyone to bed without cake. I decided that probably wouldn't earn me any Mom of the Year awards, so I grumpily herded everyone together. Andrew had received the last two books in the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series, and you can see that he could hardly tear himself away, even to blow out the candles:

Eating cake made everyone happier, and I sent them to bed with a guilt-free conscience knowing we had a picture of him with his 9th birthday cake.

Halloween

Halloween pictures up less than a week after the fact! Hurray!

The oldest three were ninjas, and Brandon put their costumes together. Hurray for a creative dad. I sure don't enjoy doing stuff like this, so I'm glad he does. I love their intense poses.

Liam


Andrew


Colin
(So maybe his pose is more cool then intense?)


Aidan got it into his head somehow that he wanted to be a bird. Never mind the fact that we had a cool dinosaur, skeleton, Power Rangers, or multiple other costumes to choose from. Luckily our next door neighbors saved the day with this get-up. He insisted on carrying a sword while trick-or-treating, so we called him a Bird of Prey.

Logan was the usual blue dinosaur. He loved finding Nerds boxes. He didn't want to eat them, just carry them around and shake them.

We had a fun day, with dinner and trunk-or-treating at our church, then dinner and trick-or-treating with cousins (notice TWO dinners there? Put with all the candy, I'm off to a bad start for holiday weight gain!!).

The Big Toe Year

Liam had a birthday, and can no longer show his age using just fingers. He got creative to add that extra digit.

Festivities were dampened a little by the fact that three of his brothers (Aidan, Andrew, and as of today, Colin) have what is most likely swine flu. But I allowed him to play the Wii this afternoon, usually a no-no on a school night, and he beat a game he's been at for months. So there were some perks.

He chose artichokes for dinner, a family favorite. Our second course was fondue-style hot dogs, which was a big hit. Both were traditions in Brandon's family while growing up.

Presents and cake rounded it all off (in that order--it drives me crazy! I grew up with cake then presents). He is such a great kid, and we love having him in our family. Hopefully his brothers haven't given him a present that oinks and lasts about a week!


UPDATE: Liam did come down with the flu the day after his birthday. How kind of it to wait!

Long Ago in the 70's

Colin at our ward party, August 2007

As I was driving with Colin the other day, he saw a horse.

Colin: Mom, I really love horses. I bet you really love them too. I mean, you used to have to ride them to get around.

Me: Uh, no, not really. Grandpa had some on the farm, but I never really rode them much. We had cars, just like today.

Colin: But I thought you were born in the '70s. Wasn't that a long time ago?

One Little Monkey Falling Off the Bars

This is what can happen when you lose a contest to see who can hang onto the monkey bars the longest during recess:

The first aid person at school didn't think anything was really wrong, and I was told over the phone that he put an ace bandage on it just to make Colin feel better. When he got home it was apparent, though, that he was really in pain. In his own words at the time, "It feels like nothing will ever be the same."

After giving him some Motrin and waiting a few hours, I ended up taking him to the doctor (where Colin refused a sucker), who then sent us to the hospital to get x-rays (where Colin refused a sticker), which then showed that he has a fracture near the growth plate on the thumb side. He also told everyone when asked that he does not like Batman (why on earth would they even think to ask?). It sounds like he was being contrary, but he was really just being overly serious.

He really wanted to go to the library to get a book he had seen that looked cool, but when we got there it was closed (drat Columbus Day!). Instead we ran to the grocery store and got donuts and cinnamon bears--enough to share with everyone. That seemed to work just as well.

The angle of the break makes it more complicated than the pediatrician's office wants to handle, so I'll be taking him to an orthopedist in the next few days and we'll have the first cast ever in our family. I guess I forgot to knock on wood one of the times I told someone that we've never had a broken bone or stitches (knock on wood!) in our family.

At least he's getting lots of love & attention from his brothers!

p.s. This would happen just a few weeks after he started violin lessons!!!

Heber Valley Bike Ride

At the first rest stop at Soldier Hollow

Today the whole family rode in the Heber Valley Century bike ride. We did the 25-mile family version, and we all survived! I had my doubts before--how would an 18-month old handle being in the bike trailer with his sometimes bullying 3-yr old brother that long? Would 8-yr old Andrew, on his fixed gear BMX bike be able to make it? Would I be able to make it?! But it turned out to be a great ride with beautiful weather and scenery, and highly enjoyable.

Logan and Aidan were buddies in the bike trailer. Logan had a few screaming fits for the first little bit, but once he got M&Ms at the first rest stop and they got him singing the "Bob the Builder" theme song, he was great.

Brandon was a workhorse! He towed 3 kids, although Colin on the trail-a-bike helped out with pedaling a little bit. This made it so I didn't have to pull anyone (the only way I could keep up!). I brought up the rear, and was surprised to find that the hardest part was going slow enough to stay behind the kids.

We were the last group out, but ended up leap-frogging with another family who had a trailer and a young rider. It worked out great, since we ended up having our own personal SAG vehicle right behind us on the road where there wasn't much of a shoulder to ride on.

Other than a 7-mile ride together on Monday night, this was the first time we had all been out together. All the kids were great sports, and I found myself really liking it (other than a few times I was scared to death by my kids doing dumb things, like riding with "look, no hands!" next to a busy highway). I even bought a jersey for myself at the end, so maybe I'll get out there with Brandon occasionally!

The autumn colors were in full swing. There were a few times I would have loved to stop and take some pictures, but didn't want to lose our momentum (especially since the SAG car was right behind us!). We drove home over the Alpine Loop, and "ooh"ed and "ah"ed the whole way. Unfortunately I didn't get any great pictures there either, just the one above, which doesn't do justice to the colors at all.

Thank goodness for a truck to haul everything around in!

p.s. You can pick up your jaw about the fact that I actually posted something now.