World's longest slip n' slide

Remember the slip n' slides we slipped and slid on as kids? We would run and leap onto our stomachs and slid down the "long" piece of plastic that had the garden hose running down in it. We would jump up and squeal and do it again. If you had a hill to put it on it was better and if you had TWO slip n' slid's to hook toghether it was EVEN BETTER!

Now do you remember the post I did last fall when our kids played on the bags? The long white bags that were filled with corn and hay? The bags that our kids love to climb on, run on and slide down? Well, imagine one of those bags new and empty. Un-dirtied by the laws of the harvest. Brand-spanking new. Now imagine un-rolling that sucker out of the box and down the hill of a rather large lawn in 90 degree weather on July 2nd. Remember the garden hose we used to use? Now imagine a whole hand-line hooked to the pivot that is gushing water at about 10 times what a poor little hose is capable of. Now throw in our four children pluse a six year old neice and two nephews ages 11 and 16. Add in Brandon, age 27 and Lisa age 21 (hee hee).

There is Morgan using a snow sled.

Braxton sliding normally.

Brandon's nephew Cameron "surfing" on a snow sled. (Side note: I surfed. Not for very long. It was not pretty. But it was fun.)

Travin's favorite way to go was on a pool tube.

They got creative toward the end.

Dang he's cute.

And finally a train with all kids involved.

I had pictures of all the kids and the WHOLE slide, but my computer didn't let me up-load all of them so I'm missing three. But rest assured, a good time was had by ALL.

Question of the Day

A question from a four year old girl:

Mom, how does Tinkerbell sleep with her wings on?

Twas the Night of the Jimmer--by Lisa Whitesides

Twas the day of the game, when all through the land,
the fans were all stirring, even the band.
The Jerseys were hung from the ceiling with care,
with hopes that 32 would soon be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their blues,

while visions of cougars played in their shoes.

And mamma in her shirt and I in my cap,

had just settled in to cheer and to clap.

When out on the court there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter!

Away from my seat I flew with a slash,

tore out my camera and flipped up the flash!

The light from the roof, did shine to below,

and gave glow to the cougars ready to put on the show.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but a group of cougars and a Coach so dear.

With a man so smart, so tall everyone knows,

I knew in a moment it must be Coach Rose.

More rapid than eagles his players they came,

he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

Now Stephen! Now Charles! Now Logan and Anson!

On Kyle! On Chris! On James and Jackson!

to the top of the key, to the top of the rim,

Now dash away! Dash away! Get us a win!

And then in a vision, he came from a cloud,

the yelling, the stomping, the joy of the crowd.

As I drew in my head and was looking around,

Down to the court came Jimmer with a bound!

He was dressed all in white from his head to his shoe,

and his clothes were all trimmed in deep cougar blue.

A 32 was stitched to the shirt on his back,

and he looked like a wolf ready to take on the pack!

His eyes how they twinkled, his hair it did curl,

his jaw was set, ready to take on the world.

His droll little mouth was drawn to a line,

as his lips formed the words, "this game is mine."

He was tall and lean, an athletic guy,

I laughed when I saw him, but some they did cry.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

his shots went in, not one did he shirk.

He drove the ball in and swished a few three's,

he ran down the court light as a breeze.

He as fouled on a drive and went to the line,

he put in both shots, one at a time.

The defense pressed him all up and down,

Leaving Emery wide open for shots to drown.

When the buzzer went off, ending the game,

he yelled with joy and without any shame.

The other team left, but not before they heard,

the cougar fans shouting, "You got Jimmered!"

Behold....Your Mountain West Conference Champions! We love you!

Feburary 25th

We have had a few weeks of semi-nice weather. It's been in the 30's and 40's. Warm enough to melt almost all of the snow at our house. Warm enough to dry out most of the mudd in the driveway. We even went as far as to get out the bikes the other day. We oiled the chains and pumped up the tires and the kids had ball. Still cold, mind you. Hats, gloves, and winter coats required but still, nice enough to play outside. We got out the basketball and re-discovered the basketball court in the back yard. The soccor ball got dusted off as well.

Then this morning, we woke up to this.

It's about three inches if you are counting.

And let me just clue you in on something. Snow on November 25th is great. So much fun. Snow on Decembrer 25, EVEN BETTER. Snow on January 25 is annoying but expected. Snow on February 25 IS NOT FUN. The kids got up and looked outside and were so sad. Just look at our poor basketball court now.

And that's not even the saddest part. Look at Micah's bike.

It was so happy a day or two ago, as was the rider.

And now look at what this has forced me to allow in my home. Not good. I will someday pay for this.

In about 10 years, Travin is going to be asking me: "Mom, can I ride the four-wheeler in the house?"

"NO!"

"What about the motorcycle?"

"NO! What makes you think I would allow you to do something like that?!"

"Well, the answer is still no."

Cabin fever is alive and well.

Beauty School

Beauty School...

Is now in session.

Waiting.....

Waiting.

Waiting, waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting....

For the homemade bread to come out of the oven.

Travin's Favorite Things

(Sorry, not a good picture. My Travin pictures are somewhere between Cindy and I, I'm just not sure where. So this picture is an old one. And not a very good one either. But dang, look at that hair.) Here is Travin's list of favorite things.

1. Candy

2. Climbing in his crib.

3. Climbing out of his crib.

4. Soiling his diaper, then handing it to me.

5. Then bringing me a new diaper.

6. NOT taking a nap.

7. Fruit snacks.

8. Telling me everything that goes through his 2 year old little brain. Everything.

9. Taking a bath. Or three.

10. Having Mom catch him jumping off the diving board.

11. Baby kitty's.

12. Grandma's house.

13. Basketball.