So, if you get a phone call from the school, it's usually not a good thing. And if that phone call is from your child's teacher in the middle of the day, that's worse. But if that phone call involves the word "stitches," then that's really bad.
Apparently, when Cannon was going up the ladder to the slide on Tuesday, he missed a step, and somewhere on his way to the ground, he hit his chin on one of the bars.
Sure enough, the doctor gave him three stitches.
True, he could have survived without them, but we wouldn't want him to have a big hole in his beard someday. That would be the worst thing of all.
This week I went with Emily to Gooseberry. For those non-locals out there, that means that I spent a day and a half up in the mountains hanging out with third-graders. We got to see Smokey the Bear and Ellie the Elephant, listen to about a million Officer Friendlies, and sleep in over-heated cabins. It was tons of fun!
But mostly we got to go to a bunch of workshops and learn stuff. Important stuff, like:
ATV Safety. In case we ever own an ATV.
Fire Safety, in case we ever start a fire.
How to dance Oh Johnny Oh. In case we ever meet Johnny.
How to sit on each other's laps in a circle. Obviously a critical life skill.
We learned about different kinds of trees and what they smell like. In case only butterscotch will do.
How to identify different kinds of animals. No explanation needed, I'm sure.
How to throw an atlatl. In case we ever need a mammoth to eat.
How to identify different bugs in a stream. In case the mammoth gets away.
And how to draw petroglyphs. Just in case something happens to our blog, and we want to tell everyone about our trip to Gooseberry.
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! My camera is back! You just wouldn't believe how much I missed it. Jef finally called his sister, even though I was positive I hadn't taken it out of the car at her house, but it turns out that I did. Just another sign of my age and consequent senility setting in. So Melica mailed it back to me, and it arrived yesterday. Hooray! It was fun looking at all those new cameras, though, and it did make me kind of want one. But in the meantime I can go on madly snapping pictures as usual. Hooray!
After a long night of putting stickers on ribbons - way back during swim season - funny things can happen. I was with a group of friends, and we were all tired. We were all hot, and we were all getting a little silly. Almost everyone had gone home, but we were still waiting for the last few stickers to put on ribbons so they could be passed out first thing in the morning.
So what do you do while you're waiting? You start daring each other to do stuff, of course. Stuff like pushing someone into the pool, or like pretending to fall in the pool. So when Mindy offered me $10, I thought sure. Why not?
So did a fabulous job of "falling" into the pool, pretending to be shocked and half drowned, and pulling my soaking wet self out.
But then my good friends said they hadn't gotten a very good picture, and could I just pose on the edge as if I were falling in so they could get a picture? Oh sure, no problem.
Let this be a lesson to you: Never trust your friends. Especially near water. And most especially if they think they've earned $10 of entertainment out of you.
So here's a picture of me going into the pool. The second time.
Soccer season has begun at our house! This means that we have four soccer games every Tuesday and Thursday.
Or at least that was the plan...
On the first day of soccer, the schedule said that Robyn, Ben, and Emily all had games at 5:00, and Cannon's game was at 6:30. But, I was running late (surprise, surprise) and so I sent Jef up to the soccer field with a few kids while I finished getting the little girls ready. I told Jef that Cannon would just hang out with him until I got there.
Well, Jef must not have been listening. Because when I showed up at the soccer fields ten minutes later, I noticed Cannon playing in a soccer game on the K-1 field! But his game wasn't supposed to be until 6:30! Turns out that Jef thought Cannon had a 5:00 game like all the rest, so he just pointed out the right field, and sent him on his way. (Did I mention that there were three different games happening on that field, and Cannon had never met his coach or his team?) But that didn't bother Cannon! He just found a team, and started playing! He had a great time! Thankfully he had picked a team with a nice coach who just let him play and figured his parents would show up eventually.
So we finished watching that game, and went our rounds to the other fields to watch all the other kids. Until...
Robyn had a band thing to rent instruments and stuff at 6:00. Her game got over at 6:15. Cannon's game (with his real team) started at 6:30. I had fifteen minutes to get over to the middle school and back, and I figured I could make it a lot faster without the five extra kids. So Jef took Lydia to his class with him, and I told the others to sit tight, and I'd be back in ten minutes for Cannon's game. Nice plan, don't you think?
Too bad it didn't work.
When I returned ten minutes later, my children were nowhere to be seen. But never fear! I had taken Jef's cell phone, and given the kids mine, and all I had to do was call them. So I did. Boy was I surprised when the voice that answered was not one of my children.
Apparently, in my absence Ben had decided it was time for Cannon's game, and he'd better go get started. So Ben took him over to the 2nd-3rd grade field, found a game, and put him in! Cannon's such a trooper, he just ran right on to the field, and started playing! (Keep in mind that Cannon is one of the shortest kids in the K-1 league. He would have been painfully out of place with the 2nd and 3rd graders.)
Thankfully, my friend Nicole had a boy playing in that game, so she managed to get Cannon off the field before he was trampled, and then noticed that the phone in Cannon's pocket was ringing. (Correct me if I've got this story wrong, Nicole. And have a I thanked you yet?) I had her send Cannon over to the other field, and we finally - on his third attempt - got him into the right game with the right team. Whew!
Good thing Cannon loves soccer so much. His comment on our way home was, "I wish I had another soccer game to play in tonight!" Apparently three wasn't enough for him. But lemme tell ya - it was enough for me!
My camera is missing. Can you hear the sob in my voice? I'm so sad! The last time I saw it is when we went to the wedding in Heber City. While in Heber City, I did run into a grocery store for a second without locking my car. Could it have disappeared then? Or did it happen after we were home again? I'm not sure, but I haven't seen it since last Saturday. So, my blog will be picture-less for a while, until my camera is either found or replaced. I know, I can feel your sorrow from here. But it's going to be ok, because maybe I'll get a new camera!
But, of course, the whole problem with replacing my camera is that I probably wouldn't be satisfied with a similar camera to the one I lost. Oh, no no. Times have changed! It's time to upgrade! I need more zoom! More megapixels! More features! Which, of course, all adds up to... More money! >Sigh<
On the morning of the first day of school, I was busy doing something, ( I can't remember what), and decided I would just take first-day-of-school pictures after the kids got home. Jef was horrified at the thought, so he took the camera and took pictures of three oldest as they left.
So here are Ben and Emily on their way to 4th and 3rd grade: Robyn off to 6th grade (Middle School!) Cannon's first day of Kindergarten was a few days later. He has been loving it so far. Except for the day he had a substitute. He didn't like that at all. And, of course, if Cannon is getting his picture taken, then Jennie and Lydia will want in, too.
