A Day at the Park

Okay so I don't exactly remember the day that we went to the park. I do know that it was within the last month. I have been working a lot of overtime on the weekends so I haven't had much time to go to the park with Sarah and Zach. But I think this was one of the saturdays that I didn't work the overtime. We had a lot of fun and got some great pictures.

She was trying to get to me and the camera, she never wants anything more than when we have the camera out. She loves electronics so it never fails when we pull the camera out.


I really like her eyes and they light up whenever she is happy and having fun.


Sarah and Daddy taking a break and watching the other kids playing.

XBOX with Daddy

So Sarah loves to sit and play the XBOX with her Daddy. So much so that now whenever we put even a DVD in she is the one that pushes the buttons to start the movie, stop, and pause. Of course Zach has the controller that actually does that, as we know kids will always push to many buttons whenever they can.

Sarah and Daddy snuggling together while playing the XBOX.



Whenever we ask her to smile she never wants to with or without the pacifier.

Found Some Old Pictures

So these are a few months old, but I had to share them as we just got the pictures from the camera. These pictures were taken in Idaho Falls near the Idaho Falls Temple. We had gone up there to get Sarah after I had been gone a week to New Orleans for training. We spent some time there feeding the geese and walking the paths there. I didn't realize that I could miss someone so much as when I was gone from Sarah for an entire week. I couldn't even wait to meet my Mom halfway between Layton and Idaho Falls that we drove up there first think in the morning.

MEGA BLOKS

As promised pictures of Sarah playing with her MEGA BLOKS...okay so we all participated in building the tower this time. Either way we all had fun playing with the MEGA BLOKS. I know that I would recommend these to anyone with kids, they are fun and she absolutely loves them.

This was the start of our block building this night, and so she was all smiles when we began.



I really love this picture because I was off to her side and she was looking at me when Zach was taking the picture. I love when she does this look, because it I know that she is going to do something that we don't want her to.



I need to get Sarah to stop moving so much when we take pictures :). Sorry for the blurry pictures :(

FUN FUN FUN WEEK

So we have had some fun this week, so here are the latest pictures from the past week. Sarah is becoming such a care taker that she was trying to give some of her milk to her bear Ariel. So it was fun to watch her be so gentle and loving with the small bear. I am hoping that someday when we have another one that she is like this at that time too.


Giving kisses to Ariel after feeding her.


So she likes to do this when she gets a hold of 2 pacifiers all the time. I think I have posted something like this before. Either way it is still cute...but...


Zach decided to give her one more and you can see what she did then. Yup she got three in her mouth. That didn't last too long, but she had fun doing that while we laughed and took pictures.




Last but not least...Grandma Gibson has a summer reading program that she has done since I was just a kid. Now she does it for all of her grand kids which is exciting. She gives 1 cent for each page they read and 2 cents for each page of scriptures they read. Well Sarah got $25.00 this year so we took her to Toys-R-Us to get something for her to play with. Well while we were there we found a small skateboard and so Zach had her on that. Sorry the picture is a bit blurry, but it was still cute. In the end we all picked out a bag of MEGA BLOCKS and she has had them out everyday since then. I will get a picture of that soon posted, so Grandma Gibson can check that out as well.

What Is a Man?

Here is a little something from Zach...

A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him -- woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find something good to watch on television. A man makes things -- a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds -- engines, watches, fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how survives him. A man fantasizes that kung fu lives deep inside him somewhere. A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.
A man can speak to dogs.
A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.
A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.
A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.
Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.
A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.
A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.
Style -- a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is uncontrived. It's a set of rules.
A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale bosom, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the wrist and the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee.
Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his bottom.
A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.
A man knows how to ridicule.
A man gets the door. Without thinking.
He stops traffic when he must.
A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.
He knows how to lose a month, also.
A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.
He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's ERA.
A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.
A man knows his tools and how to use them -- just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.
A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade, and is used for cutting at precise angles. Very satisfying saw.
He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't see himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.
A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.
A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.
Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the state policeman. This is the poet. Men, both of them.
A man loves driving alone most of all.
A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others. Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching stuff. This is not about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so much as considering. A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This serves him in every way. No one taught him this -- to be quiet, to cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. Who knows what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next.

Memories

So I am sitting here loading CD's to my iTunes so that I have stuff to listen to while working or just doing about anything. I realized as I was doing this that the only ones that I am loading right now are Chris LeDoux. If you know me well then you know that I am a huge Chris LeDoux fan. I went to many concerts with friends and family. I spent nights out on sidewalks to get a wristband so that I could later get tickets that would put me right up front. I sometimes miss those days and think of them and smile. There was one year for my birthday that my Dad took me all the way to Nampa Idaho from Roy Utah to see Chris LeDoux. That was one of the best birthday's ever. Not only did I get to see the one person I loved in concert, but I got to spend that entire day with the most amazing Dad ever!!
The first ever Chris LeDoux concert I went to was when I was in Junior High School. I went with my sister Rindee and it was so much fun. From that time on I was hooked and no one was going to shake me from loving Chris LeDoux. :)
One more story...I went to Vegas one year with a group of friends. The driver got a speeding ticket on the way down there and we even tried to get Chris to sign it, but he wasn't feeling well after the concert. However, we did meet his son which was really funny.
All those Chris LeDoux fans out there will always miss him!!
Chris LeDoux (October 2, 1948–March 9, 2005)