Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Manifestogram


Someone just got his first hit as a little leaguer. ⚾️ #tatersgonnatate

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Manifestogram


On our way to Tate's first #Utes football game. 🏈

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Manifestogram


Nothing says backyard baseball like the batter wearing a flower pot for a helmet. ⚾️

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Manifestogram


Uncle Todd teaching the boys about geocaching.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Manifestogram


Tonight Tate moved up from coach pitch to kid pitch. Caught a few grounders, got hit by a pitch, and stole second base. Pretty good for a first game! ⚾️ #tatersgonnatate

Monday, August 21, 2017

Manifestogram


Back to school. The first and last time they'll all be at the same school all day long.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Manifestogram


...And soccer season begins again. ⚽️

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Monday, August 07, 2017

Manifestogram


Somebody saved up $8 to buy this sweet Angels hat. #tatersgonnatate

Saturday, August 05, 2017

When in St. George



When the boys weren't sitting directly on the fountains, they were letting the water shoot directly up their shirts.

Boys.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Not Another Night in the Poop Tent


We did it.

We spent a night in the tent.

Our own tent.

Our friends the Bawdens talked us in to camping this year on our annual trip to Bear Lake. After our last camping adventure (which was also the Sutherlands' first camping adventure), we decided we were up for the challenge of facing the great outdoors again.

And we even bought our own gear.

Last summer, when we went on the ward campout, the Bawdens let us borrow everything we needed. I mean, everything. The tent, the sleeping bags, the air mattresses. It was so incredibly kind of them.

There was just one thing that was a little off.

As we set up the tent, I noticed a bit of a smell. But no biggie. I figured it would probably go away once we unzipped the windows and let in a little air.

But it didn't. Instead, it clung to the tent and everything that was in it — including its inhabitants. When we got home, our bags smelled like the smell, our clothes smelled like the smell, our toothbrushes smelled like the smell.

Again, no biggie. We washed the bags and the clothes and ourselves. We threw the toothbrushes away.

But I didn't want to give the tent back to the Bawdens smelling the way it did. (And I certaintly didn't want them to think that we were the cause of the smell.) So when we got back home, I set the tent up again and let it air out for another day.

When I returned it to Brett and Janeen, I thanked them profusely for their kindness and they asked how everything went.

"All of the gear was great...there was just one small thing. Uh, it kinda had a smell. I tried to air it out and everything, but it still smells a bit unpleasant."

They both looked at me and laughed.

"We tried to air it out before we gave it to you," Brett said. "When we got it out of the garage, we opened it up to make sure everything was in there before we gave it to you. Everything was in there — plus something extra."

[Long pause.]

"A dirty diaper."

"It had been in there for a year since we last used the tent."

"Two years," Janeen corrected. "It's been two years since we last the used the tent."

"Sorry about the smell," Brett said.

--

Smells aside, we figured with Curtis in Scouts and Tate soon to be, it was probably time to have our own camping gear.

And what better place to debut that gear than Bear Lake?

Despite some mega wind when we arrived, it was a beautiful evening for dipping toes in the water.



Eating dinner by the fire.



Playing cornhole.



Roasting marshmallows.

And, most importantly, debuting the new floppy hat I bought at the Army Navy surplus store. I'm so outdoorsy.



Unfortunately, the evening wind turned into morning rain. But after breakfast, the skies cleared up long enough for to get on the water.

Between bouts of rain and lots of lightning and thunder, the kids had some fun floating on the lake.



And the grownups did some kayaking.



The Bawdens were a little better at sea navigation than we were. But they didn't have to pull a Curtis behind them.



We built some sandcastles and one sand mermaid.

However, despite our best efforts to wish it away, the rain just wouldn't leave. So we decided to pack up early and head back home.

But not before getting a raspberry shake on the way out of town.



We spent the night in our own tent.

And survived.

And even had a good time doing it.

We're officially camping people.

Beautiful Day for a Tram Ride at Snowbird



Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Beached Whale



Summer is cruising by. Taking every chance to go to the pool.  

Monday, June 26, 2017

Trappers Night



With the boys playing so much baseball of their own, it took us until the end of June to make it to our first Bees game of the year.

And the Bees weren't even the Bees! It was '80s night and the team was rockin' their throwback Trappers uni. Pretty cool.

Tate and Paige ran into Bumble late in the game — after the seventh inning stretch but before Grandma decided to feed them ice cream at 10 o'clock at night.

I was excited to take Curtis to game now that they've been playing the sport and have a better idea what's going on.

Unfortunately, Curtis spent the morning throwing up and had to stay home from the game.

Tate, however, was not only healthy but completely attentive. He and I brought our mitts so we'd be ready to catch a foul ball. We were sitting on the third base side and every time a left-handed batter came to the plate he reminded me that we needed to get ready.

"It's better if you sit like this," he said as he scooted forward.

"You mean on the edge of your seat?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "On the edge of your seat."

So we sat on the edge of our seats.

No foul balls came our way. But we were ready. 

Friday, June 23, 2017

Beauty and the Beast



Spent the evening at the Taylorsville Dayzz movie in the park with my favorite 11-year-old.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Friday, June 16, 2017

Alexander Hamilton



Hamilton is to Traci what Punk Rock Bowling is to me.

She's been waiting for this show since the first time she heard the soundtrack. 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Four Wheeler



If you get 'em muddy, you gotta clean 'em up. #tatersgonnatate

Monday, May 29, 2017

Sun Bather



For Tate, summer has officially begun. #tatersgonnatate

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The Windup



Curtis takes the mound for the first time.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Sports Saturday



Morning on the field.

Midday on the pitch.

Afternoon on the court.

Evening in the cage.

Sports day. 

Thursday, May 04, 2017

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Scouts



Curtis is now a Wolf, with the makeup to prove it.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Opening Day



Opening day for my little first baseman. #tatersgonnatate

So Tired



Wearing your Hulk Hogan costume can be exhausting.

Friday, April 07, 2017

Tater Turns Six



In just six years, Tate went from this kid to this kid. Happy birthday, Li'l Red.

Sunday, April 02, 2017

The Wheels on the Bus


Our kids’ school always struggles to get parents to help out with activities. But not on zoo day. For parents, the field trip to Hogle Zoo is pretty much the sweetest volunteer assignment there is – the school bus takes care of the transportation and the animals take care of the entertainment. Plus you get to spend a day outside in the sun with your kid.

And I was lucky enough to land the gig.

But it turns out, it’s a tougher task than I thought. Each parent was given a group of kindergartners to keep an eye on. For me that meant Tate, a boy I’ll call Horatio, and girls who we’ll call Miffy and Biffy. Here’s a quick look at our day together.

Before we got on the bus

Miffy: Biffy, do you want some sparkle chapstick? Here, have mine. 

Biffy: Yay! I love sparkle chapstick!

Miffy: I want it back. [Grab!] My mom says I can’t give away my chapstick.

Biffy: [Wailing] Miffy took my chapstick awaaaaaaay!

On the bus

Miffy: I’ve never been on the bus before.

Me: Pretty cool, huh?

Miffy: No. I’m skeeeered. [Waaaaaaaail.]

Me: You’re not scared. Stop fake-crying.

Biffy: [Bawling] Miffy keeps touching meeeeeee.

Me: Miffy, stop touching Biffy.

Biffy: [Bawling] Miffy’s not touching me.

Five minutes after arriving at the zoo

Miffy: I’m hungry.

Horatio: Me, too.

Biffy: [Bawling] I’m sooooo hungry.

Me: Lucky for you, I’ve got some snacks for you guys.

Five seconds after having our snack


Miffy: [Sees another group from her class eating granola bars] I’m soooo hungry. Can I have a granola bar?

Me: No. You’re not really hungry. You just had a snack.

Five minutes later


Miffy: [Sees another group from her class eating ice cream] Uhhhh. I’m sooooooo hot. It’s so hot out here.

Me: No it’s not. It’s 65 degrees.

Miffy: If only there was something that could cool me down.

Me: I’m not buying you ice cream.

Miffy: But I’m sooooo hot.

Just about every minute after

Me: Horatio, hurry up. Tate, over here. Ladies, come on. Come back. Over here. Let’s go.

Biffy: [Bawling] Miffy’s being mean to meeeeeee.

Miffy: [Bawling] Biffy’s bugging meeeee.

Tate: I’m boooooored.

10 minutes before we have to get back on the bus


Me: Girls, come back. Don’t run.

Biffy: [Trips and goes tumbling down] Whaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Me: Are you okay?

Biffy: No! I need a band-aid here. And here. And here and here. [Sob, sob, sob]
Could this day GET ANY WORSE?!

Me: I hear ya, Biffy. I hear ya.

The whole field trip only lasted about three hours but somehow it felt much, much longer. I tip my hat to all of the teachers who deal with 30 of these little rug rats all day, every day.


Nevertheless, it was nice to spend a few extra hours with my favorite redheaded monster.

On Safari



Back home after a successful spring break in Las Vegas and St. George.

Saturday, April 01, 2017

In the Cages



No better way to start off a morning.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Cold Water



Luckily our kids are impervious to cold water. The pool was frigid! Brrrrrr.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Photo Bomb!



Photobombed by a redheaded five year old atop Hoover Dam.