¡Campeones!

Olé Olé Olé Olé

So guess what I just got in the mail? My very own jersey for the current world champions of futbol. When I left Spain after spending 2 years there as a missionary the only souvenir I took home was the 1994 jersey. Unfortunately I left it in a hotel room a few years back so I was thrilled when I came home today and found this jersey in the mail. Thank you Mom! I haven't been this excited since Spain won the world cup.

Meeeeow!

In case the kitty on her cheek in a previous post didn't give it away, Isabel is a little cat obsessed. When asked to give the blessing on the food she has been known to give the following grace in all earnestness, "Meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow . . ." Our cat (whose name ranges from Caticus Finch, to Finch, to Sparkle Baby, to Charcoal depending upon who you ask) is a regular fixture in her bed and loves her favorite blanket (which is now called "kitty blankey" because he seeks it out so much). So for her birthday party this year we decided to capitalize on this kitty love and have a cat themed party. When her guests arrived they were given a set of cat ears and a cat tail. While they waited for their faces to be painted (Thank You Brandy!) with whiskers, a nose, and other feline features we played "Meow meow Ruff" which is very similar to "Duck duck goose" except that all circling is done on hands and knees (and the key words are "meow" and "ruff" rather than "duck" and "goose" of course).

Once all the faces were painted it was time for some serious crafting (or as serious as we can muster around here) so we made party hats and collars for everyone's favorite plush kitties.
With the crafting complete we played some more party games including "pin the tail on the kitty . . . in 3D!" (where Max and his friend Nate were the kitties)
and a kitty obstacle course (which entailed chasing mice, batting birds, scratching posts, and eating "cat food" out of a bowl). We then cleaned our paws which had become quite dirty. Unfortunately we were running short on time so we didn't have time for our cat naps so we just went straight to cake and presents.

But rest assured once everyone had gone home J and were each able to take a well deserved cat nap while the girls played with the new toys and Max read on our bed.

Please don't forget your gift bag.

The Visitors

No I'm not blogging about the latest remake of old 80's TV scifi but our other favorite past time, real life visitors. We love having visitors. It always means good times catching up, great food, yummy treats and outings to fun places. In the last 3 months we have managed to have 30 visitors stay with us, 36 if you count the repeats. Since this coincided with our hiatus from blogging we haven't done our part to chronicle the highlights including many trips to Woodside farms for ice cream, Longwood gardens, Philadelphia, the Beach (not to be confused with the Shore), catching and releasing skunks, & only one trip to urgent care. Catching up on all these highlights is made especially difficult since many times we were having so much fun we didn't even think to break out the camera. So for now I'll just say thanks for coming and please send us your pictures. We're so glad you stopped by.

Sha Sha & sparkle Kami

Nephi, Gina, & Co (5)

Alex, Amy, & Co (5)

Yvette & Co (4)

Rob, Anna, sans Co (2 - lucky)

Brent, Amy, & Co (7)

Joel, Karen, & Co (7)

"We swim!" said the two

So they swam and they leaped where the stream turns blue.

Yes that's right, two swimmers! Olivia has made the most amazing metamorphosis into a swimmer. So now we have two swimmers on the swim team. You may remember from years past that one of the perks to our suburban lifestyle is the Suburban Swim League. We have raved about the swim team and neighborhood community pool. How it's the best deal in swim instruction that you will find, a wonderful way to mingle with neighbors and make new friends, takes the edge of humid eastern summers, etcetera, etcetera. So now we are thrilled to have Olivia participating. Not only is she participating, but doing so with a huge smile. This especially warms my heart because last year we tried every trick in the book we could think of. Coaxing, pleading, incentive plans, huger incentive plans, the American Girl Doll incentive plan, firmness, kindness, anything and everything to no avail. She was not having any of it. She was physically capable, but psychologically still had barriers to overcome. There were tantrums, screaming, and other public scenes of our ineptitude as parents. So this makes Olivia swimming with a smile all the more sweet for us. I guess a summer of playing on the steps of the pool with friends slowly coaxing her in, swim lessons and some family swim Saturdays at the YMCA have made the difference (knock on wood, stroke your lucky rabbits foot, or anything else you need to do to not jinx this).

Here are some pics from our first meets:

This is the genuine smile I was talking about after her first ever race fresh out of the water. She even took the blue ribbon on this one.

Oh and by the way. The girl who would ride on my back in the pool at the Y has decided she wants nothing to do with the big pool and runs when she sees me coming.

Myopes

myope+myope = family of myopes. So while our children may be genetically predisposed to understand higher math they will never be pilots in the air force (at least until they relax the perfect vision requirement, but by that time all the interesting flying will be done remotely anyway and the kids whose parents let them play xbox 10 hours a day will get the job). We've known for a while that Max's vision was going but put off getting him glasses just to preserve his glassless freedom for a little while more. But it finally reached a point where it was time to give in. So we took him down to the local eye doctor and got him checked. Sure enough he needed -1.0 for each eye. We debated for a second whether we should get glasses as Costco, Walmart, Pearle, strip mall eyeglass place, etc. But once you've started buying glasses online from China for $8 a pair (lenses included) it's hard to pay anything close to a retail price. As some of you may know Max busted my glasses when we were living in Berkeley and while I was searching for a cheap replacement I stumbled across Zenni optical. While many of the styles are a bit funky to say the least and it takes a while for your glasses to arrive since they literally are on a slow boat from China, the price can't be beat. So for a quarter the price of one pair of glasses we picked up four. Max is thrilled and I feel no panic about him breaking or losing his glasses. Now if only I could find a cheap Chinese importer for orthodontics. But enough talkie talkie. It's the pics you really care about.

Max with his new glasses

Max demonstrating the features.

Don't call it a comeback

. . . I've been here for years.

So as is pretty apparent, Jennette has fallen way behind on the blogging lately. It's not because she has abandoned blogging or moved on to twitter, over to facebook, or just offline. While I think the decline in posts began before she became president of the women's organization of our congregation (AKA Relief Society for the majority of you) or before her work as membership chair for our community pool picked up I can't say that those two extra jobs haven't contributed. Throughout all this I've been on the sideline debating whether or not I should jump in and try to help keep things current. I've been conflicted because I don't want to interfere with the "mommy blog" all in Jennette's voice (who is a much better writer than I am) but this really is our preferred way to keep grandparents and friends current and chronicle some of our family goings on. So for Father's Day I am exercising carte blanche and jumping in. I'll try and keep my posts in a different font/color so it's obvious when it's me and hopefully avoid any confusion that way.

Adam

In Short...

In short,

This girl

would starve

without these foods....

And for the record, there is absolutely nothing cut on her face-- 

merely the bandage location du jour.