The Fam

From left: Daddy, Mommy, God, Tate, Jackson, Ellie

Baloncesto - it's just fun to say it in Spanish.

This is Tate's travel ball team. They had a great season and finished second in the tournament. It was quite the challenging experience for him as he was the only 5th grader on the 6th grade team. Tate also won the Three Rivers Free Throw contest and went to Holland for regional competition where he finished 3rd. We were (and are!) so proud of him for persevering and finishing strong!

Smells good

It is true that moms can hear all. The kids came into the house after playing the back nine of the disc-golf course. It's getting colder, but they keep playing; they just add layers. As they came rumbling into the house the conversation went something like this:
(Tate) "Oh, it smells good in here. Mmmm. Cookies".
(Jackson) "It's prob'ly a candle".
This could be an ad for Michelle's incredible candles (see link) or it could be a little humor at my expense. To my defense, I was baking - apparently I should do so more often!

Oh... that's bad! No... that's good.

Jackson was thirsty on his way to church and Mommy had a semi-fresh, half bottle of water to offer him. Oh... that's good! No... that's bad. That's bad because after Jackson finished drinking the water he suctioned the bottle to his upper lip and gave himself his first hickey and like I said we were on our way to church.

After mingling and greeting during the service at church the nice lady offered us some hand sanitizer. Oh... that's good! No... that's bad. That's bad because Jackson chewed on his fingers forgetting he had just doused them with sanitizer.

The sanitizer had a foaming chemical reaction with the saliva in Jackson's mouth. Oh... that's bad! No... that's good. That's good because Jackson sat through the entire service without swallowing and at the conclusion of the prayer, quietly told us he "need'd toe gow shpit" in the bathroom.

Tater strikes again

Last night was our last campfire at the House on Cond. Because sound travels so well across water, we benefited from the music pumping at Shady Point campground. The D.J.'s selection contained a lot of country. Yee-Hah! We could sense that the Shady Point crowd was gettin' down and Trev guessed that they were probably line-dancing. Once again our Tater didn't hear quite right and he said, "that would be fun..."blind-dancing". Everyone just ties on a blind-fold and starts dancing. Then, whoever you touch first is the person you dance with!" Line-dancing? Blind-dancing? Doesn't matter - let's just dance.

Just keep packing... just keep packing...

What do you do with all the little toys you find when you move the dresser? According to Tater the best place for them is in the box of "miscellania". Packing is in full swing and we are aiming for an empty house by next Tuesday evening. Thanks to the kids' humor, a house full of boxes isn't so bad. Besides, the miscellania-labed boxes are the most fun to un-pack!