Sticky Kisses

Some people clean, we demolish. Well, sort of. For our memorial day reorganization of the house event, we cleaned the garage and then proceeded to the storage side of the basement (a maze of boxes, food storage, and other storage. Our weapons of attack? Shelving units. Take that foul crickets! Back, ye dust bunny demons of the pit! Well, now we have a larger mess than we began with since we spent Saturday putting them together. Hopefully we'll get them organized tomorrow...

#2 got to try out his new mitt for the first time yesterday at David's softball game. He and dad played catch while warming up. The idea of a fluid throwing motion is currently escaping him. David's slow-pitch softball team, which took second place last year, started the year off with a win since the other team forfeited. So they split up and played a scrimmage. David is the team's pitcher, and was pleased with how well he placed the ball yesterday.

Thanks to all those who have provided gifts for David and #2! David received some pants and Mario kart Wii, then went crazy at the bookstore. (Obtaining "I, Robot", "Foundation", "The Invention of Hugo Cabret", "The Complet Sherlock Homes", "The Jungle", "Fahrenheit 451", "Bulfinch's Mythology", "The Sun Also Rises", "For Whom the Bell Tolls", and "The Old Man and The Sea".)

#2 received clothing, some toys, a new bike, and some school/coloring books.

Last night Melissa and I went out for a celebration thanks to my brother - who got us tickets to the Utah Opera. We saw Don Giovanni. Interestingly enough, the best performance of the evening went to the pit orchestra whose precision, interpretation and tone carried the evening. Gracias.

After a bike ride with Dad, #s 1 & 2 noticed a butterfly coming out of a chrysalis under one of the bricks on our home next to the garage. They enjoyed watching it squirm out. #1 was excited to teach dad the term chrysalis, which she picked up from Little Einsteins. Could it be that winter is actually over? About stinking time. Now to start hate'n on summer. Wouldn't it be nice to live in an area that had more than 2 seasons?

Daddy-daughter date this evening consisted of going to the RSL game. It was nice to see them pull off a win. #1 took a friend on the soccer team and her dad along for a group adventure.

It also gives you a food shortage, which means you don't have any sugar. Suck it up and chew the bitter agony of defeat:

#1's soccer team lost.

Coach was devastated. Hope is gone. Four open goal misses by his team from a foot away with no defenders. His perfect record destroyed on the third game. How will he ever recover? When will we ever stop mocking his competitive nature with 4 year olds?

You get the general idea.