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Monthly Archives: February 2012
Tuesday – About Me; First Move
It's Tuesday, and I thought I might carry the story on from last Tuesday.
Last Tuesday I mentioned that in order to feel like you really 'belong' in this Utopia where I'm from, that you have to spend some time away. It got to be that time for my parents, in order to pass the rite of passage they had to move, and they brought the kids with them.
I wasn't the first, but I wasn't the last either, when I came out I broke the mold behind me and the recipe was never the same. Of my brothers and sister I'm the only one who bore a strong resemblance to my Father, the only one with the blue eyes and blond hair. This is one of my first memories as we made the move from the great white mountains to the uncommon landscape of the slopes of Utah.
These early years were filled with butterflies and fairy tales. I remember only flashes of it as we moved from one little blue rental house close to the University there to an Apartment closer to the mountain, and then finally into a house high on a mountain side. This is the time… and the place to scrape up some of those memories.
Once upon a time, I was small, probably three or four, I remember having a green tricycle, perhaps, and one day it 'disappeared' from the yard. This is the last little memory I have of the event, something about walking through the neighborhood comes through. According to the story I was told of that memory, what happened next is that I prayed to find the bike… and we walked through the neighborhood and found it shortly after there, though we had walked by that area before as well before. That's one of my earlier tangible memories. Maybe next week I can talk about my first time playing video games in that little blue rented house; or the peanut butter monster.
Weekly Update 2/27/2012
The week has gone by way too quickly!!! This last week I was able to:
- Have two days off work
- Go exploring with the kids,
- Get sick
- Get well
- Go to the Renaissance Festival
- Learn how to spell Renaissance
- Reading the Hunger games with the kids
- Eating the BEST Pizza for a picnic
It's been a good week, if I could change any part it would be that getting sick. I've seen other people catch this cold, and it's stuck with them for months, so that I can get past it in just a couple of days makes me feel like I must be doing something right. This next week has a lot of potential, the BIG Highlight is that I'm starting the Juice Restart that was on "Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead." I'm only going to do it for about ten days, but I'm really looking forward to how it'll set me up for swim suit weather.
How was your week?
Something like Parenting Advice – Boo Boo
As a Father of four, I've learned a lot over the years. Some of the things I've learned the hard way, hopefully I can help you learn things the easy way.
A lesson I want to share, before it's too late for you is:
Sometimes "Boo Boo" and "Poo Poo" sound the same, so be careful to make sure you hear that child right before you kiss the finger extended out to you.
That's my third part of "Something like Parenting Advice."
Wishing you the best!
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It’s About, Time; Hazzah!
There are a few deciding factors that made accept moving back to Arizona a chapter of my life, or so, ago. One of the less obvious factors was the Arizona Renaissance Festival. I'm kind of a huge nerd about some things, and in my formative young adult era I walked into this enchanting world where people walked around wearing odd costumes and putting on the most interesting of shows. So when I found myself pointed towards Arizona I thought "Wow, I totally need to share that magic and wonder (and strangeness) with my children!"
It all started last year, the first year we were back in Arizona I faced … complications; but last year that complication was removed and the kids LOVED it, I had a child freshly potty trained, and a pack full of water bottles. Back then taking on four kids by myself was a little more intimidating than it was this year. I dare say they didn't realize it was complicated for me last year, but this year as we approached the gates they cried out excited cheers in unison!
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- This is one of the most important part of the Renaissance Faire to my little girls!
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- I wish I could see into her thoughts as she zones out with her hair getting braided.
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- I can very nearly do a braid like this in her hair, and after bringing her here last year she expected me to figure out how when we got home. (Now if I could only expect her to hold still for me to figure it out)
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- While they were mesmerized by a glass work display I stole a picture of their hair together. What fascinated them most was that the process for making things out of glass isn’t too very different from the process of making things out of lollipop.
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- I love this picture I caught of these guys in the middle of their act, my second oldest was laughing his guts out at their 3rd grade sense of humor!
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- The slide starts at the very top of this tower, the oldest girl decided it was too scary, but the smallest came out first with a grin ear to ear on her face. :-D
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- “I was a little scared, but brave means putting your fear away, and doing it anyway.” My daughter told me with confidence. She also squee’ed with glee the whole time!
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- She was brave, but having the kids before her scream and cry to get off didn’t bolster her confidence.
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- He had a grin on his face, and would have kept jumping for an hour or two given half a chance! “If you let me do it again, I’ll try to do a back flip!” (Sneaky boy)
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- In her Fairy Wings she can’t help but fly ahead of us. Despite having walked and hiked all the morning away she was still very energized when we went to the final Joust of the day
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- “Caught your wing, now you owe me a wish!” My son called out as he held onto my daughters fairy wing. The other one floating just out of distance from the boy who wanted to make his own wish.
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- Half the fun is watching how absorbed my children get in the medieval display.
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- Totally lost to the fact that I was taking a picture of him, his attention was all to the ‘carnage’ on the field in front of us. “Hazzah!”
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- This picture doesn’t capture the exhaustion the children felt, or the fun they had, or all the food they ate, or the way that shortly afterwards they said “Look Daddy, I’m holding up the Sunset!” and posed all together with their Hands near the horizon. (of course the best pictures are the ones that don’t turn out)
The drive was worth it, but after an adventure like this I remember that one of the best reasons for me to work out is so that these children can pass out in the car, and wake up in their beds.
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