Hottest Day Ever!

Seattle hit 103° today. It’s officially the hottest day ever on record, which dates back to 1891. I’ll take time to appreciate that as I sit in my air-conditioned office sipping on a Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino Blended Crème from Starbucks, while Angie and the boys are sweating in misery in our un-air-conditioned home. It just doesn’t get that hot up here so virtually no one has AC. Maybe she should go to my parent’s. They have AC and keep it nice and cool.

Anyway, that’s all. Hottest day ever. Dang it, my frappuccino’s gone.

Grilled Oysters...Yum!

I did it. I actually ate one of these things. It looked not much different than this one, except it was lying in a pool of butter. Here’s how it went down (literally and figuratively).

This past weekend was our Ward picnic. We went last year and had a great time, plus, in addition to the typical hot dogs and hamburgers, they always have plenty of salmon on the menu. Can’t beat that! Well, this year someone also decided to pick up a few dozen oysters. I stayed with the boys while Angie went through the line to get them some food. I then stayed with the boys and instructed Angie to get herself some food, after which I had plans to then get myself something. Well, she came back with two heaping platefuls of food. One plate with salads for us to share and one with burgers, salmon, and this huge oyster sitting in its shell right on top.

She decided that since I am generally a fan of trying new foods, I would most certainly want to try a grilled oyster. I must admit, it is true that I enjoy trying new foods, however, I can honestly say I’ve never been tempted to even nibble on an oyster.

I watched another gentleman in our ward scoop up his oyster with his fingers and slide the entire thing into his mouth. I watched a missionary try to nibble at it and unsuccessfully quit after one little bite. If I was going to do this, I was going to go all the way. Why eat one little bite? You get all the taste, but no satisfaction in saying you were able to eat it. I psyched myself up, grabbed it with my hand and plopped the whole thing in my mouth.

It was much too big to swallow so there was definitely some chewing involved. And much to my surprise it was actually pretty good. I wouldn’t say it was fantastic, and I didn’t rush over to grab a bunch more, but it did have some pretty good flavor (see pool of butter reference above) and the texture wasn’t at all a problem. I would more than likely venture out and try another one sometime, perhaps next year’s Ward picnic.

My friend is the Best!!!

Thanks MyR. I love my blog face lift!!! Your are great. You must have been really tired of looking at the same old pictures. We need to get a new computer, I can't download any of the 100's of cute pictures of my boys to put on the blog. Thanks again you are the best and I hope the next couple of weeks go quickly so you can see your cute new baby. You know Angie is a good name for a boy or girl.

Jason is making me do this.

I am having a forced blogging message. I have no time to be doing this. We have people coming over for family home evening tonight and I have to clean my house!! But there should be a good blog to follow about FHE. Now over to Jason. Thanks for the lesson, I love you.

Something Better

One of Austin’s favorite shows is ABC’s Wipeout. It was on last night so we sat downstairs as a family watching it. That has nothing to do with this story, other than to establish the fact that we were all together watching TV last night. Well, the College World Series was on too, so we were flipping back and forth. More specifically it was game 3 of the best-of-three Championship Round between Texas and LSU. It wasn’t all that close, but I definitely wanted to see the last out and subsequent dogpile celebration. When LSU finally won, the dogpile ensued.

Angie said to Austin, “Someday you’ll get to do that” in hopes that someday we’ll get to attend the College World Series and watch one of our boys celebrate a national championship. Are we setting expectations too high? Anyway, back to the story.

He vehemently denied that he would ever participate in any such celebration.

“I will not do that,” he said, “because I’m going to play something better than baseball.”

I blacked out for a moment, but Angie was able to resuscitate me. When I finally came to, we inquired as to what could possibly be better than baseball (both of us were quite worried at this point, with our dreams of a College World Series hanging by a thread).

Austin’s response?

“I’m going to play SOFTBALL” he exclaimed.

The rest of the night was a blur for me. Not from my brief fainting spell, but because Angie was literally bouncing off the walls with happiness and excitement. All I could see was a blur as she raced around the room dancing with joy.

I guess we’ll have to be a little more specific when we mention attendance at the "College World Series" next time. Baseball/Softball, Omaha/Oklahoma City, 60 feet 6 inches/43 feet, not much difference, right? Oh yeah, then there’s that whole men/women thing too.

Please Sir, I Want Some More

Last night for dinner we had hot dogs. Once we were all seated, prayer was offered, and we were off. It wasn’t long before I heard, “I want some more.” Having consumed one hot dog, another was prepared.

Then, a few minutes later, “I want some more.” I examined the plate and sure enough hot dog #2 was gone, so another was given.

“I want some more.” #3 consumed, yet another given.

“I want some more.” #4 gone and, you guessed it, another given.

Finally, after five hot dogs had been wolfed down, I heard “I’m done.”

Are you kidding me? 5 hot dogs? 5 hot dogs? Who in their right mind sits down and eats 5 hot dogs in one sitting?

I couldn’t handle more than 2 myself. Must have been Jason you might be thinking. Oh no, that’s where you’d be wrong my friend. While he does do a miraculous job of making food disappear, he called it quits after a measly 3 dogs last night.

Austin? Nope, not this night. He had his customary 2 before he got distracted by something and took off.

It was Lucas! Yes, you read that right. Lucas! He polished off 5 hot dogs last night for dinner.

He’s 2 people! As in 2 years old. As in, still in nursery at church, just venturing into the world of big boy underwear and going potty on the big boy potty. Yeah, that 2. What 2 year old eats 5 hot dogs for one meal?

We are going to be in some serious trouble when these 3 boys are 18, 16, and 13 (probably before that really).

Drumroll Please....

Baby #3 is......



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IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!!!

Due date Oct. 19th.