Sunday, November 19, 2017

A Big Week for Paige


Our little lady just turned 12.

But her birthday was just the start of Paige's big week. She also had a big performance at school. Her class did a Shakespeare sampler, performing one scene from half a dozen plays.

Paige, the girl who was born for the stage, played three roles.



Bianca in Taming of the Shrew



Ophelia in Hamlet



Peasblossom in A Midsummer Night's Dream

And that wasn't even the best part of the night. After the show she got to go out for ice cream with all her friends.



(If you haven't been to Leatherby's in a while, don't worry. The ice cream is still lousy and it still costs a million dollars.)



The next night, Paige had her first swim meet. For the past few months she's been swimming with the Murray Aquatic Club.

She's really enjoyed the practices, but a meet is a whole new thing — for all of us. She was pretty nervous. But not as nervous as Traci.

Luckily, things got off to a good start and the nerves subsided quickly.

Her first event was the 100-yard freestyle. After a slow start, she kicked into gear and won her heat! (She was only racing against one other girl, but a win is a win.)

After the race, she was pretty smiley when she walked past us on on her way back to her seat. And I could almost feel the pressure lifting off Traci's shoulders.

She also took second place in the 50-yard breast stroke, getting edged out by the winner of her heat by just one-hundredth of a second. She also took second place in her heat in the 50-yard freestyle, her third and final event. Not bad for a first timer!

We're pretty proud of our 12-year-old.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

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Hoping the second half is better than the first. #goutes #tatersgonnatate

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

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I love Tate's fantastic family portrait. I'm the guy with the little bit of hair. Curt and Paige have the brown hair, Tate and Traci are the redheads. We all have enormous biceps. It's like looking in a mirror! #tatersgonnatate

Sunday, November 05, 2017

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Net? Who needs a net when you've got an extension cord? #tatersgonnatate

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

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I hope the trick-or-treating community is ready for this crew.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

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Bear Picnic Basket badge? Apparently that's a thing. 🐻

Monday, October 23, 2017

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Lost his first tooth. #tatersgonnatate

Thursday, October 05, 2017

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Tate's first season of little league is officially in the books. ⚾️ #tatersgonnatate

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Endless Summer

We escaped the fall rain in Salt Lake City for one last weekend of summer in St. George. 


In just three days, I managed to: 
  • Shoot some hoops
  • Play baseball with the boys (before Curtis hit Tate with the ball and Tate headbutted Curtis is return)
  • Ride bikes with Paige
  • Read a book in the tub
  • Swim in the pool
  • Float in the lake
  • Climb on the red rock
  • Take a nap during Despicable Me 3 (Tate bet me that I wouldn't stay awake for the whole movie -- I tend to fall asleep during kid shows. I made it through the trailers but then my eyes got real heavy. Tate won the bet.)
  • Eat mashed potatoes at the Chuck-a-Rama
  • Drink a bottle of Leninade (Get hammered & sickled! the bottle proclaimed) 
  • Watch Like Mike and Captain Underpants with the kids and laugh and laugh at Bridesmaids for the millionth time with Traci
  • Wear my Chucks to Priesthood Session
  • Do a little bit of writing about Curtis and Tate
Not sure what else you could ask for in a vacation. 

Thursday, September 28, 2017

The Day I Nearly Killed Curtis


“Alright, give me a good one this time,” I shouted to my nephew Nathan.

It was a warm Sunday night in June and the empty street in front of my parents’ house made the perfect field for an impromptu batting session.

After a half hour of pitching tennis balls to Tate, Curtis and my teenage nephews, I figured I deserved to take a few swings myself.

Sure, the teenagers could hit a pitch or two. But there’s no way these young punks were going to show me up. After all, I was a baseball All-Star…in 1992.

I hike up my shorts, tip my cap, raise my bat, and point it to the outfield wall (which was really just the neighbor’s front yard).

I tighten my grip around the handle of the first-and-only bat I’ve ever owned, the 22-inch tee ball bat that has lived in my mom’s hall closest since 1987. The War Lord (such a politically incorrect name for a blunt object) has aged gracefully over the past three decades. Though it lost its original grip years ago, my industrious mother replaced it with blue painter’s tape. As good as new.

Nathan winds up. Throws. The ball hurtles toward me. I lean back, twist my hips, and lurch forward. Hands at ears. Then hands at torso. Then snap the wrists. Always follow through.

The ball rockets off the bat.

But no one watches.


Instead, all eyes turn to the aluminum missile sailing through air — straight toward Curtis’ head. In an instant, his life flashes before my eyes.

The sound of his first cry in the hospital.

The moment that two-year-old Paige walks into the recovery room, sees her new brand new baby brother and exclaims, “Put him back!”

The first day of soccer.

The first day of school.

The first day of braces.

I see it all while the War Lord spins through the air, en route to Curtis’ still-intact skull.

What have I done?

I have killed my first-born son.

His mother will kill me.

And then the window of mercy blows ever so slightly. The bat innocently grazes the top of his hat before meeting the asphalt with a clank.

Before Curtis has time to consider his own mortality, he is smothered by his father’s hugs and kisses and a barrage of I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorr-ies.

War Lords and painter’s tape are make a bad team. 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Thank You from Johnny Tightlips



I don't think we've ever had a better show than we did last night. Thank you to everyone who came out, bought a t-shirt, danced around, or sang along to our atrocious Kelly Clarkson cover.

You sure made a sloppy punk rock band feel pretty good about itself.

Thank you.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Tate's First Hit



Tate has been very serious about his first season as a little leaguer. Just about every night, we're in the backyard, throwing and catching and pitching and hitting. The hard work has paid off. He's become a solid fielder and he's got a mini cannon of an arm.

But that first hit has eluded him.

He's been walked and beaned. He's fouled off a dozen pitches. He just hasn't found a way to connect yet.

And striking out is hard.

After his first strikeout, he walked back to the dugout with tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, buddy," I said. "You'll get the next one."

He assured me that the tears had nothing to do with the outcome of the at-bat. Instead, he said, "There's dirt in my eye."

After his second strikeout, the tears came again. Before I could even console him, he said, "There's dirt in my eye again -- the catcher keeps kicking dirt at me."

Dirty catcher.

The ongoing disappointments were heavy to bear and the little redhead's confidence started to wane.

"Dad, don't make me hit today."

"You just gotta keep swinging, buddy."

I wish I could say it was my continual pep talks that motivated him. Instead, he perked up when I promised to buy him a baseball backpack (which is so much cooler than his regular bat bag) if he got a hit.

Sure enough, the next game he got a hit. Down two strikes, he hit a little blooper that landed between home plate and third base. He was so surprised to make contact that he just stood there.

"Ruuunnnnn!" I screamed.

He started toward first.

"Faster!!!"

After he made it safely to first, he was so excited that he came off the base to the coaches' box to give me a quickly hug. He returned the base, beaming.


Tate is now a proud owner of baseball backpack.

I'm a proud owner of a Tate. 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Tate's First Utes Football Game



A knee replacement was band news for Grandpa Pearson but good news for Tate and me. 

It was a pretty great night for a little redhead to go to his first Utes football game. Here a just of the awesome things that happened BEFORE the game even started:

  • We took Trax to the game. Tate always likes taking the train but he was even more stoked when the fight song came over the loud speaker as we approached the stadium. 
  • He became the proud owner of a little Utes football, thanks to the generosity of his father. 
  • We were right next to the cannon when it went off before the game, scaring us to death.
  • The Navy SEALS parachuted onto 50 yard line, carrying American flags that were shooting sparklers

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Manifestogram


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

Saturday, September 02, 2017

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Uncle Todd teaching the boys about geocaching.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

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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

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

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

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...And soccer season begins again. ⚽️

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Monday, August 07, 2017

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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