A football game:
The flour game:(The flour game is just a game where you use a cup to make a flour mold on a plate and put a penny on the top of it. Each player has to slice through the flour trying to keep it as still as possible, because if it falls you have to be the one to fish out the penny with your mouth.)
Lunch date with my girl:
A dust storm:
Dave has been asking for white towels forever (not sure why he loves them so much). I finally bought him some.
These are the guys who boss us around in our morning workouts.
And they didn’t even get mad at me that I broke a weight:Anyone local want to join us? I really love this place. It’s called TI Fitness and it’s on Warner and Greenfield.
I don’t think it should still be this hot right now:
Lucy is loving swim class.
It’s cooling off enough for tennis tournaments…
…as long as they’re at night.
Dave gave our children the most beautiful beginning-of-school father’s blessings.
The air was thick with the spirit. So grateful for his fatherhood and wisdom…and that he seeks it from above.
Max cannot fill his stomach to save his soul. He is always whipping up something to ward off his constant hunger. Bean burritos are the food of choice lately.…and sometimes omelets.
Lest anyone thinks our “International Nights” are all-out every week, one week we had “Italian Night.” Dave was out of town. We ate calzones from Costco on paper plates and I pulled out my art history books to tell them about the amazing art in Florence and talked about the Colosseum in Rome. Fifteen minutes before we had to leave for gymnastics I got suckered into a lighting fast trip for some gelato.Because really, how can you have Italian night without gelato? Mmmmm.
And last week we had Navajo Nation night at the ward fundraiser because they were having Navajo tacos there. But sure not much cultural learning happening there. Yeah, some nights are better real culture nights than others… you win some, you lose some.