Memorial Day Pics

Memorial Day is one of my favorite holidays, not because of the bbq or the campouts or the trips to the lake that make it a memorable day for so many, but because we visit graves, clean them, and remember our loved ones.  And then we have a bbq!

Everybody's ready to work!

Grandpa Joe meet your namesake!

WE HIT A DEER!!

Yes, it's true.  We hit a deer...on the way to the temple no less!  We were tooling down the road around 9am.  I was reading something to Chad when he suddenly said, "Oh no!" and the car started to swerve.  I looked up in time to see a deer flying over the hood of our car.  It smashed into my side of the windshield with an almighty CRASH and then continued its flight off into the bushes where it died...poor thing.  I give full kudos to Chad for preventing us from hitting the deer head on - our air bags didn't even go off because it hit on the front corner of the driver's side before flying up to bash into the windshield and decorate me with tiny shards of glass.  We were even able to drive home, after we assessed the damage and took some deep (hyperventilating) breaths.  We called our insurance agent, got the ball rolling to fix everything up and then climbed in the van and went to the temple anyway!

Yes, that's deer blood.  Sorry to be gross!

A Double Dose of Merritt

Merritt had a very busy end of the school year, so I have lots of pictures from all his activities.  First, he earned his Bear Badge, which was fun and exciting.  He actually earned it back in March, but it was after pack meeting and since April's pack meeting was the Pinewood Derby, that meant the award ceremony was pushed into May.  First, he gave me a Bear Pin.

 Then, he got to drink Bear's Blood!!  Dum-dum-duuuuum!!!

The verdict?  It was pretty tasty!

Finally he had his badge.  Now if only I had time to sew it on...

Every spring the fourth grade puts on a program celebrating the State of Utah.  It was developed for the centennial celebration of Utah's statehood held in 1996 and the slides are exactly the same as they were 16 years ago.  Someone needs to fork out the dough to update the photos cuz it was pretty sad.  Anyway, I only got a couple of photos because the children either stood up to sing or sat down to sing, so not a lot was going on.  Merritt actually sang, which I thought was excellent.  Singing is not his favorite thing to do.  He must be related to his father or something.  :)

All the kids were supposed to wear white shirts.  I remembered to send him out the door with a white shirt on the SECOND day!  I had to run one over to him on the first day...at least I remembered eventually though, right?

He's a good boy!

Here's Merritt and his best friend Riley.  On to 5th grade!  Sheesh...where does the time go?

Third Generation

I picked up bags of manure and some perlite (extremely lightweight volcanic glass with a high water content used for breaking up clay soils) for my garden.  We cleared the ground of the weeds that had taken root in our warmer/dryer than normal spring and then Chad dumped the fertilizer and perlite all around.  That perlite is something else...he disappeared in a cloud of white rock dust while spreading it around and I almost expected him to come out looking like he'd been flour bombed, but it all blew away.  He started up the roto-tiller and began grinding away at my dirt, taking a rock hard mess and making it soft friendly place for my bevy of plants.  After he'd done a few passes he let Merritt take a turn.  He showed him the levers and what he needed to push, pull and squeeze...

...then turned him loose!

That machine is the same one Chad's grandpa used on his farm.  He'd bring Chad out, show him how to work the levers, and then set him loose on the garden.  It's fun to think of Chad working behind this same tiller.  Now Merritt is our third generation roto-tiller operator!