I'm feeling guilty for my lack of pictures for you to enjoy, and words of wisdom. It must be summer! Or, I'm gearing up for another two years of dedicated sharing when your brother departs for Brazil at the end of the summer.
We spent a lot of time yesterday working on notarizing documents he needs. Hunter opened up a local bank account, as he's accrued a few checks to cash, and needed the free notary service. Paperwork makes him grumpy. He also had to type up a curriculum vitae, which I have yet to see.
I drove to Tyler for the first time, to pick up your brothers who were visiting Friday to Wednesday. I drove up Tuesday, and spent glorious hours in the new pool. Miller, who had hurt his toe and nail Friday, was on crutches when I arrived Tuesday, never venturing into the pool. That lasted about ten minutes, when I convinced him of the possibilities. He's very sensitive about injuries, blood, and feeling pain, and apparently put your aunt and uncle through gray hair moments just changing his band aid.
Dad and your brothers came home from scout camp successfully stinky. Bathroom issues negated most showers, and near 100 degrees with heat and humidity made water activities very popular and necessary. I know Sawyer came home with five completed merit badges, probably Cooper as well. I think Cooper grew while he was gone, he seems so tall!
Dad talked about scout camp in church today...I thought he was wonderful ;-) He spoke about how they only had one lure, and kept catching fish after fish. What are the lures in this world that catch so many of us? Pornography? He was amazed that something made out of plastic could be so catchy to the fish, and how it wouldn't even have fed them. Satan uses lures to catch us, and it's always with those things that are not good for us either.
They arrived home from camp early, Thursday evening at midnight, so Dad could take Cooper and Porter to youth conference. It was an eleven stake event held at the University of Texas in Arlington, with Glen Beck and Elder Callister as the headline speakers.
Hunter went and bought the garage shelves I had noticed in a Lowe's flyer, and also helped me assemble them. Yesterday I finished cleaning the garage: much better!I might get some hooks to hang bikes and golf bags, but otherwise I'm done. I need to de-vine some trees, shore up our drainage ditch, and work on water drainage off our retaining wall next. We found a BIG spider in the garage. Hunter and I enjoyed hearing Breyer's scream, as she found it first. When I caught it, it was so big it didn't fit on the bottom of the pint jar. She made it her pet, after it was safely contained, and even sang to it for a while. We released it inside the drainage ditch, so it would be cool, but away from the house. Her nurturing instincts are precious.
Dad's working on when and how to travel to California to see his father. He's looking at a few days between summer and fall semesters, and looking to take Hunter, Cooper and Sawyer. That will be an adventure for sure! Porter, if he decides not to play football.
I apologize for my lack of pictures! I'm out of touch with my camera, as it's been on the road for weeks. Know that we love you, and are looking forward to your visit next week, where there will sure to be a LOT of pictures being taken!
Have you missed me? I got back from girls' camp, and found out what I already knew: It's nice to get away, but it's always nicer to come home. Nothing too rough about staying in an eight bedroom house on the Guadalupe river, in San Braunfels. And Hurricane Bill never reached us. Did I mention the house had a pool?
I arrived home just in time to see all the boys come home from golfing. Only nine holes, they were all soaking wet with sweat, and very sunburned. It was the wrong time of the day to golf in Texas. Hunter's already by himself off early this morning to get in 18 holes. The course across from our subdivision has a special: He pays $100 per month, versus the $25 course fee, and his siblings can all golf for $25 for the month.
Friday we spent the day packing for scout camp. They left Saturday morning for Kerr BSA camp in Oklahoma. Your cousins in Tyler, more specifically Porter and his birthday buddy, have been conspiring to get together for a long time, and Dad made it happen Friday as well, also driving Hunter and Miller up for a visit. I'll drive up this week sometime for a visit to pick them up.
So Breyer and I are having girl time. We've been to the beach twice, the library, a puppet show, and church. If you want to hear her laugh, call some time and ask her about the puppet show. She loved it, and kept asking how the puppets could talk. The ventriloquist was very good. She does miss her brothers, and I'm already tired of her asking, "But who will play with me?"
She helped me make the cookies for the fathers in the ward...we made three kinds, and bagged them with mustache stickers and a quote. Seventy packets, took us six hours to finish. That was also the same day I had to make cinnamon rolls and muffins for the scouters. I spent last night on a heating pad...my lower back was tender from that day in the kitchen.
I thought this picture of Romney was funny. I can imagine your grandfather shaking his head over this fundraising attempt. They should have done something like this when they were cohorts together in the stake presidency ;-)
I'm sorry I have no more pictures for you. Dad took my camera to Boston, and now to scout camp. Hunter left me his but the battery is dead, and it doesn't work in my charger.
Have a most wonderful week. Remember why you're there ;-)
The Acton Middle School honors band placed first in the Texas Music Educator Association’s 2015 regional honor band competition. The ensemble’s recording of its spring contest performance is advancing to the area level.
TMEA judges ranked the AMS band first while listening to Class CC recordings on June 6 at Aledo High School. The top two bands in each class advance to the next level.
The band’s program included “Big Four March” by Karl King and arranged by James Swearingen, “Our Kingsland Spring” by Samuel Hazo, and “Spoon River” by Percy Grainger.
Winning the honor band regional competition follows the ensemble receiving sweepstakes honor at concert and sightreading contest in April. The school’s symphonic band also received sweepstakes recognition during the UIL event at Burleson Centennial High School.
The honor band also received a superior rating at the Beach Within Reach Band Festival on April 30 at Richland High School. The band received top marks from all judges at the invitational competition.
One of the things I most admire about him is his ability to envision a picture to an actual creation...cardboard mailing tube, pinewood derby wheels, minute-to-win-it cups, easter eggs, corn dog sticks, popsicle sticks, wood, paper mache and lots of creativity.
"We are created as much from the dust of eternity as we are from the dust of the earth. Every one of us has potential we can scarcely imagine." Joseph B. Wirthlin
“We write to taste life twice once in the moment and retrospect.” Anias Nin
Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery
When we are filled with Love, we can make a profound difference. It's what we came to do. Ardeth G. Kapp
Men are what their mothers made them. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1860
In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance. Let us open our eyes and see the heavy hearts, notice the loneliness and despair; let us feel the silent prayers of others around us, and let us be an instrument in the hands of the Lord to answer those prayers. Dieter F. Utchdorf
I want to be the kind of Mom that would remember to get the broken Wheezy off of the shelf, fix his squeaker, and put him back in the toy box, having hope that my boys will still want to play.