A Happy Yellow kind of day

What's you favorite color?  Blake's is Happy Yellow. She came downstairs with these happy yellow clothes and a smile from ear to ear. She wanted grated cheese and toast with honey for breakfast. A perfect happy yellow meal. She got prize box for making a good choice and saved all of her happy yellow smarties til last. If you didn't get the memo about today being Happy a Yellow day before, consider the memo delivered now. 

Something to smile about

Theron and Isaac had a basketball game this morning. Theron made a basket and Isaac had a couple of really great shots. When the game was over we had a pretty big downer. Isaac and Theron's coats were no longer in the gym. We keep telling ourselves that someone surely took them by mistake. Whatever happened...they are gone. Theron managed to lift our spirits moments later by announcing the loss of another item...his tooth. Now his mouth is symmetrical!

Happy Birthday Charlie

This post somehow got overlooked.  What a tragedy!
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE BOY!!

It was lots of fun doting over Charlie on his birthday.  We asked him where he wanted to go for his birthday and he instantly decided, "Red Lobster!"  Travis wasn't very excited about his choice and wanted to know how he even knows about Red Lobster.  TV, I guess. 

The only thing Charlie cared about that night was getting to try lobster.  I think it was a bit of a let down for all of the boys as they didn't enjoy the lobster very much.  Travis was excited about not having to go back for a very long time. I remember when Red Lobster came to our town.  I was in sixth grade and our class took a field trip there for lunch.  It was so exciting to go to a "fancy" restaurant.  Most of the girls wore dresses and the boys got dressed up as well.  It was a pretty big deal.

Charlie got to be student of the week for his birthday; a major highlight.  For that he brought in photos of himself and family.  Here he is here all ready for crazy hair day.

Charlie on the Severe River in Utah with the Peterson crew at our reunion.

This is Charlie with his sibs on Christmas Eve this year sporting their new Christmas PJs.

We sure do love you Charlie!

Surgery day

 

Charlie was so brave. He kept taking slow deep breaths trying to keep control of himself. He was so sweet. It was somewhat stressful for me. I wanted to leave the hospital with the same giggling toothless blondy that I went in with, but you just never know. We were watched over and he came out just fine. He'll be taking it easy for a couple more days and then he'll be back to his usual silly self.

Play Date

Last week Burke had some friends over to play (twins).  They played well for several hours,  mostly outside, my favorite type of playing.  Then they came inside to play upstairs in the play room.  When I came up to get them to take them home I found that the play room was messy with toys (of course) but they also had EMPTIED the linen closet.  They made a heaping pile of clean sheets, blankets, comforters, pillow shams, and the like.  I just stood there with my mouth open trying no to loose it in front of the friends.  I couldn't completely hide my emotions and I am positive the twins mother knows all about how mean I am.

Later that night the boys were putting all the toys away and I was restocking the linen closet, frustrated that they couldn't possibly do that part themselves.  Blake began walking so I got out the video camera.  I recorded her for a while and then the messy room, just to capture the memory.  Then I interviewed Burke on camera: "Burke, look at how messy this room is."  (Pause)  "Do you have anything you'd like to say?"  (Even looonger pause as Burke surveys the room.)  Burke answers while slowly scanning the room, "This...was...the best day ever."  I nearly died laughing.   I was expecting at least a little apology or remorse.  Not even on his mind.  I guess getting a laugh out of it was better than going to bed mad. 

Give Credit Where Credit is Due

Doesn't this five year old look mature?  I think so.  Not to mention handsome.  Well, OK, I just did.  He's handsome.  Which is why I couldn't help but laugh today when he reminded me that even though he is growing up fast he's still working on it.

After watching a couple of hours of TV after school I told Charlie to turn it off.  He protested and started whining back at me.  We carried on a conversation for a few moments in this fashion where I explained my reasons and he whined back at them...or me...take your pick.  Then I suddenly remembered that I am the parent, so I sent him to his room.  Using all of his near perfect temper tantrum skills he began throwing a massive temper tantrum on the way to his room.  That, of course, involved stomping and door slamming.  After a few minutes he came back down stairs...all smiles and happy to be alive.  Me: "Do you have anything you want to say?"  Charlie:  "Sorry."  Me: "For what?"  Charlie: "I can't remember."  Me:  "I'll show you."  (Whine, whine, stomp, stomp, cry, stomp, bang!)  Leaning on the couch in his mature GQ way, he gave a slight smile and said, "Nu-uh.  I was much louder than that."  Well, I guess I am the one who should be apologizing for failing to give credit where it is due.

Tornado

Blake disappeared during family scritpure reading.  I just put this roll in the bathroom a few minutes before she discovered it.  She seemed to be quite unaware that this action would end with me looking at her very seriously saying, "No, no, no."  I think I know what to give little miss Blake for Christmas.