Slow and Steady Wins the Race-Right?

If that's true, then our yard may be in Gold Medal standing. The word "steady" might be a bit of a stretch here, but "slow" definitly applies! It's finally coming along and we keep trying to believe that it's very cool that we have done everything with our own two hands. But in reality lets just face it-digging in the dirt sucks. And other people want to be paid to do it :) Now the sprinklers are in-thanks to Tyler, the top soil is spread-thanks to me, and the million and one rocks are piled in a very cool rock tower -thanks to the kids. In the intrest of saving money, we spread grass seed today so EVERYBODY PLEASE, cross your fingers for our grass to grow! And maybe someday there might actually be plants and trees and sand under the playground. Slowly.

An Important First

NO-thank heavens-this is NOT my butt. It belongs to a fortunately anonymous stranger:)

"Rise and shout the Cougars are out..."

Last week Tyler decided the big boys were ready for their first BYU game, and I think-no I KNOW-that he was more excited about this fact than they were:) It was very fun and a big part of this is because, as you all know, we Geldmacher's love TREATS and PRIZES, both of which we got at the game. The other reason we had such a good time is because Tyler is much, much, much more patient that I am and when the boys were over it by half time he packed us up and we left, no problem, no pressure. I'm sure that it had nothing to do with the fact that for the second game in a row, BYU was killing it one gazillion to ZERO by halftime:)

Legs

Yes. This is what you think it is-a tarantula. At least that's what it looks like to me. Huge, hairy and scary. To put his size in perspective this isn't just a pint mason jar. It's pretty big, like half a gallon. Much to my horror Tyler caught him in the road by our house. I've heard rumors that our neighbors have seen these around, but wasn't sure I believed them until now. Hayes named him Legs and hit the nail on the head when he said, "Whoa! He's freaky but I still like him." Camille hit the nail on the head when she said, "I hope there aren't any in your basement. Or your bed."

Soccer in the Rain

Dax is Goalie

Grandma Jo, Dax, and the umbrella clobbering the camera is Asher

Hayes is extremely excited by all the action around the goal. And check out the double rainbow!

This week it poured rain for Daxon's soccer game and sprinkled on Haysies. I thought they would complain, but they both-especially Dax-loved playing in the rain. PS-maybe calling Pokemon "my own personal Hell" was a slight exageration, but somedays I wonder.

My Own Personal Hell

Untill recently, I thought that no one could possibly be more obbessed with anything that could annoy me like the CONSTANT talk of everything transformers. That was before my children were introduced to the parent-hell that is POKEMON. For those of you who are still blissfully unaware of Pokemon, it is a game of trading cards that no children actually know how to play, but they must obtain gazillions of cards anyway to organize and "trade". Every card has about eight thousand facts about the particular Pokemon on it which my children, especially Hayes, need read aloud. Several times. For every card. There are situations such as the one that happened today: Dax just walked in the door from school. Hayes (with a naughty smile): Dax, guess what I did today while you were at school? Dax: What? Hayes: I secretly traded your cards! Chaos ensues. And of course, Asher never misses anything so he is constantly trying to mess up someone's most important card-But mom! That one's RARE, REALLY RARE(as if they know what rare is)!-or take off with as many cards as possible. And then there's the whole no you may not take them to school, I don't care if (fill in the blank) does. No, you don't need to trade at the bus stop. NO NO NO NO!!! Just to top it all off, did you know that you can rent Pokemon movies and even see the cartoon on tv? JOY! Ok, now I've got that off my chest, I think I can breath through my nose again.