Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Saturday we went to Calin's tee-ball game

Here he is during one of his hits

Look at the intensity as he runs the bases!

Dad coaching Calin at third

Naiya cheering on her big brother

Sibling Fun

I love how well these two play together, although I'm sure that's not always the case. They're cute though!

Looking for attention, much?

The result of an almost four year-old in a saucer

Kids Say...

So, my parent's house, which I grew up in, only has one bathroom. As the youngest of five kids, this was a problem! More than once you had to "close your eyes" so someone could go, if you were in the shower.

Well, this happened as I was in the shower today, Calin, my 7 year-old nephew, had to go. After several minutes of him being in the bathroom, I said "How we doin' out there?" To which he responded, "um, I'm out of toilet paper!" I then told him where he could find more, but he said he couldn't reach it. "Well what are we going to do," I replied. He then said "well, um, I was thinkin' maybe you could get me some when you're done in the shower." Made me laugh!

As I was turning off the water I heard him flush, because he found a way to reach it without me. He left and I was about to step out of the tub when Naiya, Calin's 3 year-old sister came to the door, also needing to go. After ensuring I wouldn't peek, she went. While going she said, "Uncle Dan, why did the eyeball fly over the house?" "Well, I'm just not sure, why Naiya?" "So it could eat the roof off of the house!"

I tell ya, it was an entertaining shower!

The I Do's of the Day

Friday we drove down to Utah for my cousin's wedding reception. It was super fun, it was a beach / Hawaiian themed reception. I was excited to go because I know what my aunt and uncle are capable of, and they didn't disappoint. Here are a couple of shots of the reception. 

Here is the entrance to the festivities. 

My uncle made the columns for my older cousin's wedding and then reused them for this reception. My aunt decorated them.

The beautiful center pieces. I think I heard that the sea shells came from the dollar store. (Side note, we got a lot of our stuff for our wedding from the dollar store as well, it is a great place to shop.)

I thought that this was a clever way to display their pictures and still make it fit the theme. 

Just a cute fountain.

My grandpa and I worked the food table together. I would make the drink and fill the cups and my grandpa put the umbrella in and kept the table organized. There were fruit kabobs, pulled pork sandwiches, and frozen fruit punch.

We are a long way from home, 3862 miles.

Dan and I, my parents, Jen and Bryn went to Utah. Here is a way cute picture of Bryn.

Dan got this amazing panoramic picture. With our camera you take three different pictures and then they get stitched together. If you look close you can see the guy in the blue shirt in two different spots. My aunt and uncle did a great job and it looked great. We only had one minor problem. My cousin's wife brought the wrong wedding dress. I guess her sister is also getting married and they had both wedding dresses together and the wrong one made it to Utah from California. They did find another dress and borrowed it and she looked beautiful.

We're Leavin' on a Jet Plane

We will be arriving at the Cleveland airport on Delta flight 6220 from Cincinnati at 5:40pm on Tuesday June 9th.  We will then be stranded.  Any volunteers to pick us up? 

A Post by DAN

(That title is to help those of you confused by our last post, which was in fact posted by JESS)

So all week I haven't been moving well.  My upper back and chest have been hurting.  It felt like my back was just out of place, but nothing seemed to help.  On Tuesday, when I was getting our suitcases out of our crawlspace closet, it hurt so bad that I had to just stay in there a while.  Wednesday it wasn't too bad.  I felt fine enough to play Freeze Tag with the kids at work.  Yesterday morning, however, I woke up super sore and it hurt to move/bend.  But alas, I had to be at work, so I went.  It's not easy working with half a dozen five year-olds when you can't move.  The worst pain seemed to be in my general heart area, which only slightly worried me.

Anyway, when I got off I went to the doctor.  He determined that it was skeletal/muscular, due to some inflammation in my chest (apparently he didn't know I just had great pecks!)  

So, he decided to give me a shot to reduced the swelling.  As he felt around, he said that the place he needed to get the needle was about as thick as three sheets of paper, but that the swelling was not helping him find it.  He also said that if he went too far, he'd hit the lining of my lung.

Now, I hate needles, always have.  Since I couldn't find a job when I moved to Rexburg, I had to accept that plasma donation was necessary.  But, unlike most donors, I HAVE to watch the needle go in.  

This became a problem, as I was laying on my back with my shirt pulled up, blocking where he was prepping to put the needle!  It only cause mild anxiety and a little discomfort, but I survived!  Through out the rest of the night, I didn't notice much change, so I'm not sure he hit the exact spot, but with the pain pills I'm feeling decent this morning.

Battle Wound

Yesterday I went to the doctor for my annual check up. While there, the doctor wanted to take some blood to run some tests. One was to check my thyroid and I didn't understand what the other two were. This was the first time that I ever had to give blood and I was a little nervous. I had always heard horror stories about doctors taking blood about how bad it hurt, but it really wasn't that bad. After she was done she was worried because it was swollen and she thought it was going to bruise. She kept apologizing and saying how bad it was going to look. I could see it was a little swollen once she took the needle out but to me it didn't look bad. Once I got home I took the band-aid off, everything looked really good, it didn't look swollen anymore. The only bad thing was that it hurt to move my arm, it was really tender. Towards the evening, everything was fine it looked good and I could move my arm with no trouble. Then I woke up this morning to this. 

I guess I did bruise after all. I was so hopeful that it wasn't going to happen. Now I am claiming it as my battle wound from the doctors office.