SPLITTING AND STACKING WOOD

My dad cleared some land a few weeks ago

and so we returned to help chop and stack his wood.

Work is always more fun when competition is involved.

The testosterone was flowing around the chopping block.

Not bad for a day's work. :)

BLUE MAN

This was our school vacation SURPRISE for the kids.

Steve and I have seen them before...

and we KNEW the kids would love it.

The show did not dissapoint.

Stevie and cousin Sara mocking Steve's "picture smile".

(spot on ladies...spot on!)

Good show...GREAT time!

WHIFFLE BALL

Triple A Backyard Ball.

It was intense.

Hey batter, batter!

We want a pitcher...

not a belly itcher.

Kidding, she was a mean thrower.

Kayla...talking smack,
say WHAT?!?

Even Tiny was on the roster.

He played like a girl.

(I mean played FOR the girls)

Stevie looking alive in right field, not really.

Orton hitting with "Stumpy".

(the mini bat)

Kayla CONNECTS and the crowd goes WILD!
Boy's drool, Girl's RULE!

The End.

FRIENDS WITH CONNECTIONS

FUN TIMES:

Steel Hill Resort

Thanks for the great time Lopez Family!

DUMP DAY

Everything's FUNNER with Stevie. :)

REPENT...THAT I MAY HEAL YOU.

That's the title of my lesson.

(I'm teaching RS today)

It's from October's General Conference.

You can read it here:

REPENTANCE

My object lesson is CHOCOLATE.

(wish you were coming, huh?)

I have some a 100% Cacao Bar.

Ever tasted one?

It's BITTER.

Even though the packaging looks pretty...

the taste is NOT.

This represents SIN.

In the other package is Bliss Chocolate.

It represents the process of REPENTANCE!

Because Repentance is SA-WEET!!!

"Restoring what you cannot restore, healing the wound you cannot heal, fixing that which you broke and cannot fix is the very purpose of the Atonement of Christ." 

Boyd K. Packer

SHHHH....DON'T TELL

But this is where I sit...

when I watch the kids play ball.

It's my Refereeing chair.

BO doesn't mind, but Steve might.

LESSON LEARNED

When Steve arrived home from the Marine Corps Boot Camp he brought each family member a gift. The girls got t-shirts and Kaleb got a decorative Marine Combat Knife. He was SO excited to have such a treasure in his possession. (His mother...not so much) He's been carrying around the box with the knife in it for days. We went over the rules and he was very happy to oblige. Last night he was lying in his bed looking at his knife in the leather sheath. He took it out and as he went to put it back in, he sliced his thumb...to the muscle. Kaleb was afraid that we'd be mad. He went down to the kitchen and tried to bandage the wound himself. He was bleeding profusely and was scared that he was in over his head. He came back up to find me and in tears told me what happened. I immediately wrapped a towel around his thumb and after a few minutes of squeezing and elevation I took a look at it. That's when I knew he was going to need stitches. I called Steve up from the basement, told him what happened and sent them both out the door to the ER. Meanwhile I cleaned up what looked like a murder scene at my house. It wasn't pretty. Hours of waiting and 6 stitches later his thumb was taken care of. The doctor said the cut was down to the muscle and really close to the joint. If Kaleb doesn't have good movement in 8 days we need to see an Orthopedic doctor. And the ER thanked us...once again...as Steve and Kaleb walked out the door.