Carter is 9. Egads.

It is Carter's 9th birthday today. I can't believe it. I can't believe how much has changed since he was born. He is a great kid. Whether he is skiing, playing video games, soccer games, basketball games, running everywhere and anywhere, working on his math facts, etc...he does it with a gusto. He is just a good kid. He wants to be friends with anyone...whether the other kid is a boy or girl, 5 years old or 9 years old, it doesn't matter - you just need to be a kid that wants to have fun and he is happy.



I love listening to him talk to his brother and friends. Recent conversations include:
To his younger brother Becks: 'Did you know that 95% of kids don't eat enough whole grain?' Yeah, I bet you all didn't know that unless you happen to read the back of cereal boxes.

He was talking with Friend Z and both were trying to figure out what a Check was. You know, a check that you pay people with. They couldn't decide if it was money or just paper that you would give to someone to let them know how much you thought something was worth...but they couldn't really do anything with that paper. They were both very confused, yet discussed it with each other for 10 minutes.

He was running around the block several times this past week. He came running inside and was 'working out' by running around, doing pushups and jumping jacks, etc. He informed me that girls like boys that are 'super fit.' He then told me that yes, he was in fact, super fit.

So, he got to pick out what to do today. Breakfast at McDonalds...Donuts at school...an afternoon of skiing up at Brighton...dinner at Chuck A Rama (his choice) or hopefully, a Wings place (my choice!) and then finally a Utes basketball game. Yep, he likes to party all day long.





Carter - you are a great little buddy. I can't wait to see what you do with your life.

Free glass and crummy spelling

So, being the terrific dad that I am, I took the boys to McDonalds last night. They have a deal where you can get a free glass Diet Coke glass if you buy a meal. Who could pass up such a great deal? I got the meal and the free drinking glass. Carter then enthusiastically proclaimed, 'All we need are 3 more glasses and our lives will be complete.' Yep, 4 Diet Coke glasses = life fulfilled.

And I saw this on the news the other night. The injustice done to reporter Marcos Ortiz was immense with this story. First they spelled his first name wrong and spelled it: 'Marocs'...yeah, thats not his name. And second, under his name it says 'Bound and Beaten.' Yeah, this was not the tv editor's finest hour.

soccer season

Carter finished up his Fall soccer season a few weeks ago. He plays with his Impact Academy team so they are forced to play up a year in age level, so his team of 3rd graders are playing 4th graders. They finished the season at 4-3-1. They lost two of their games by 1 goal. The boys they are playing are bigger and faster, so it has been fun to see how his team adjusts for that. Carter played defense for most of the year and he likes it because he gets to protect his goalie. I need to learn how to not care so much...egads, I am not a yeller, but I will walk up and down that sideline about 200 times during a game.



He is playing on the Academy winter team which means indoor practices twice a week and games on Saturdays. We are trying to figure out how he can fit in everything this winter with soccer, basketball and skiing. Oh to be a kid again where your worries are how to fit in so much fun all the time.

11.11.11.11:11

Today is: 11/11/11. And I posted it at 11:11.

Egads, I am a dork.

Cool Awesome Hair, just like a Vampire

I have never quite known what to do with my hair. It has stayed the same for 30 years. But I found the answer that I have been seeking...hair like Edward. Edward the Sparkling Vampire. What is even stranger about this all, I saw this Hair Straightener at Best Buy. Yes, while looking for a camera, I found a Hair Straightener. Let me just say - Brodi is going to struggle to keep her hands off of me when I show off my new 'do.

Egads, Bees on the Loose

Few things scare me. Few things make me nervous. Except for Bees. For whatever reason, I see a bee come close to me and I will run away screaming like a little school girl. I was stung a lot growing up. Yes, the bee stings are relatively painful...but nowhere near painful enough to cause the reaction that I give when I see a bee come remotely close to me. I can't explain it, but a tiny little yellow bee scares me more than a zombie would if it was chasing me.

So, when I see that a semi truck hauling an estimated 25 million (yes, 25 MILLION!!!) bees overturns down near St. George, I break out in a cold sweat. Here is the terrifing article: KSL It is safe to see that I will not be traveling down south anytime soon. Seriously, 25 million bees? I bet half of them are killer bees. Not many escaped, but poor residents of St. George.

Burial, in pictures

Brodi put up a great post on her blog on my Uncle Glendon's burial. So, I thought I would include a link to her post. I love the pictures from that day: Brodi's blog