Our SOLES Were Uplifted This Weekend

NEW SHOES

Tinkerbell and McQueen needed some shoes this weekend, so off we went to Sears. We found the beauties below, and the kids LOVE them. At first I think they really wanted another pair of character shoes, but I convinced them otherwise (and not because the character ones cost more). They ended up loving these shoes. I told McQueen that these were called high-tops and are awesome for playing basketball. He was really excited. Tinkerbell then wondered what her shoes were for. The smart alec in me, wanted to say for "wearing on your feet," but as I almost always do with the kids, I held back. I explained to her that her shoes were perfect for playing soccer. They were both so excited. I also found out that Sears has this sort of cool warranty on their shoes. Basically if the shoes wear out while the kids still fit in them, they give you new ones free. I can't imagine that ever happening, because they grow so fast, but the membership was free also, so I figured, okay sounds good to me. This is their first pair of sneakers that has laces. We spent some time this weekend practicing tying shoe laces. They haven't quite mastered it yet, but they are working on it. They also think it is a fun thing to practice. Did I mention these kids are already wearing a size 12! I don't know if that is big, but I only wear size 15, so............... :)

NEW TIRES

Apparently the car was feeling a little left out, and jealous of the kids. It would squeal and whine every time we went around a corner, give terrible traction, and other such fits. So, we broke down and bought some new shoes for it too. We ended up leaving the car at the tire shop because I thought for sure I would be chasing two kids around a busy tire shop waiting room for three hours. I even had the tire place change the oil (which is something I almost always do myself). Thirty minutes after we left the car, they called and said they were done. How is that for service?!!! They also did a great job on both things. I am sure that the tires are the bulk of the cost, otherwise, I would hate to think how much that place actually charges per hour! :)

BOWLING

Saturday night we went bowling at Fat Cats. We all had a ton of fun. Tinkerbell won the game with a score of 140! Everyone else was pretty close behind though. I am convinced it is her technique that clinched the win. I would place the ball on the rack. She would push it back and forth and say, "one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go,..... go,...... go.......!" She would roll the ball back and forth throughout the entire chant. I am definitely going to try it next time. I am sure that my arm would be so well exercised by the end of the night, that I could skip any gym exercises involving that arm at the next workout.

FEELING OLD

Sunday we were going to go to a mission farewell. He was a Deacon when I was the Deacon's Quorum advisor. Now granted, I had this calling when I was pretty young, but HOLY COW it still makes you feel pretty old when someone like that is now going on a mission! We drove out there and were right on time to his farewell. They ended up moving the date of the farewell, and although they thought they had told everyone, they forgot to tell a couple of people. They were so embarrassed and felt so bad. I just thought it was funny. We hurried back to our own ward and made it there about 20 minutes late to Primary. I am sure we just looked like slackers who can't make it to church on time, even when it doesn't start until eleven. I thought all of this was great because now I am not really THAT old for at least two more weeks. :)

PEEP ADDICTION

Tinkerbell has suddenly developed quite the Peep addiction. I have made sure to limit her to one a day. We brought these home the other day. She took a bite and she fell in love (I have a copyright on that phrase by the way, I am hoping that is just how things will transpire with a girl that I marry someday :) ). Luckily I am here to regulate this sort of behavior. I don't want her to have to go to Peeps anonymous one day.

• Today Tinkerbell was talking about the Easter Bunny. McQueen asked me where the Easter Bunny even lives. Before I could think of exactly where he lives, Tinkerbell stepped in. She said, "oh my gosh McQueen, you are so silly, he lives at the East Pole!"

Sweet Scipio

Somewhere about 150 miles from Salt Lake City, Utah lies the little city of Scipio. This seemingly innocent small town is, in reality, a smorgasbord for weird happenings. I am not talking the alien landing kind of stuff, just the odd and unusual. If you think this is just me, ask around! I can almost guarantee by the time you get to person number five, you will hear some weird story. So, I had to take a drive down to Fillmore for work today. Naturally, on the way back I had to stop in Scipio. I knew that whatever happened, would make for a sweet story. I had some friends stop there around Christmas time to claim a weird experience of their own. They left with nothing. I was confident I would be able to do better.

There are three gas stations in Scipio. I naturally chose the most run down one in search of my latest (and ever increasing) weird experience. I walked around the convenience store for a little bit, just waiting for something to happen. To my disappointment, nothing seemed to happen. I waited a few minutes more, got a Gatorade, and looked at everything else they were selling. It appeared nothing was going to happen. After hearing my friend's lack of a story, and then experiencing nothing, I thought perhaps the "magic" has left this little town. Then, I finally found this:

It is a 36" gummy snake. On its label, it states that it is the largest gummy snake in the world! It only cost $1.50! While I was a looking for so much more, I figured this would have to fit the bill for the odd and unusual. I mean seriously, who would ever think of making this thing, and better yet, selling it? This is the size of an actual snake!

I started to head to the front with my carefully selected merchandise. The cashier (who at age 60 or so, looked as though she had just smoked a lifetime of cigarettes in the last 20 minutes), was helping a lady in front of me. As they were talking, the cashier asked the other lady what she was doing down this way. The lady responded that her work had sent them down to a "conflict resolution" conference in St. George. The cashier responded that she calls those "hate" conferences. She went on to say that the only reason they have those is to stop hate in the workplace. She went even further by bragging that, while working at a True Value hardware store, she caused the whole store to participate in one. She apparently had dated another employee and they broke up on bad terms. She then proceeded to tell everyone they worked with that he had a small "part of his male anatomy" (only she used the textbook term). SURPRISINGLY this caused a bad work environment! She finished telling this account to the very shocked stranger, just as she finished the transaction. I stood in line smiling to myself at finally having accomplished my mission.

Just as the other lady was turning to leave, I walked up with my purchases. While the other lady was still there, the cashier said, "see, a good looking, strapping man like you doesn't have to worry about the size of your 'part of the male anatomy,' do you?" Side note: I often worry that in this world we can all get a little too desensitized. I am happy to report that, on some level, my shock sensors still alarm like crazy. I about choked and thought, "WOW! WOW! WOW!, did she really just say that to me?" I just sat there, not knowing what to say. She said, "oh come on, just look at you, I am sure you have a big one." WOOOOOOOOOOOOW! This certainly could not be real! I quietly responded that I have never really taken the time to compare myself to anyone else. She said, "well, I am sure you have nothing to worry about." Note to self: for the first time in your life Kent, keep your mouth shut! Don't fuel this fire, it is already about to consume all who dare stand around it! I thought how odd it was that this lady could say this to me. If I were to comment on the size of her chest, I think I would, and should, instantly be thrown up against the wall by the harassment police. I mean who was this lady? Does she fill in for Howard Stern when he is on vacation? I quickly grabbed my change, and my merchandise, and headed back to the van in a near sprint. For several moments I had to replay the events that had just taken place. I finally came to terms with them as I laughed in shock for the next 150 miles back to Salt Lake. Here I thought I would just see something funny or weird, when I ventured into the small town. Instead I was directly involved in the weirdness. Forrest Gump's Mother used to say, "life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." Apparently she has never been to Scipio. That analogy on life's surprises is amplified by about ten million times in this town. I swear that their welcome sign should read: "Welcome to Scipio, The Weirdest Town in the Country." Eat your heart out Kelly and Stacey!

I Hate Facebook

Okay, so maybe "hate" is too strong a word. I certainly do not have a problem with other people using Facebook, I just don't really care for it. I had plenty of experience with Facebook through others before I joined. I didn't really have favorable impressions about Facebook when I joined, but I figured I would give it a chance. I deleted my Facebook account within a month of joining...........but, I didn't REALLY delete it because as they tell you, all you have to do for your profile to be active again is simply log in again. Some would argue that blogging and Facebook are very similar. Me personally, I would disagree. I blog to keep a journal for my kids and for myself. Certainly I want to share a piece of us with friends who choose to read it, but it is not a social networking type of a deal. Anyone who disagrees can look to the number of comments I get on any given posting. While I enjoy the comments I do receive, if it was just about that, I would have given up on this thing a long time ago. Instead, I post anywhere from 15-30 times a month. Anyway, I have shared with you that I don't care for Facebook. A friend sent me this great video that almost PERFECTLY describes why I don't. Even if you love Facebook, you may still get a good laugh at the video.

Swimming, Sandals & Snowboots, Speech, Strep

SWIMMING

One of McQueen and Tinkerbell's friends invited them to a swimming birthday party last Saturday. The kids had a lot of fun, and of course they love swimming. They were also really excited to pick out a present and then watch him open it. It was a ton of fun.

What a cute little girl!

McQueen and the birthday boy spent most of the day going around the pool looking for trouble

The kids are just waiting for the gun to shoot for their race to begin.....okay, not really

Some of the things my kids do make me think they are so close to walking on water

SANDALS AND SNOW BOOTS

Friday and most of Saturday, the weather was sunny and bright. If it didn't hit at least 70 degrees, it had to be close. Sunday afternoon through the present changed all of that. We had a ton of snow and the weather has been cold. The snow by our house was so deep I actually pulled the snow boots back out. I actually love that Utah truly has four seasons.........it is just a little weird when they all happen in one week......

SPEECH

Tinkerbell was asked to give the talk in Primary on Sunday. She did a great job! She was asked to talk about the important responsibilities of every member in a family. We wrote a little talk and we made two heart puzzles. One was the completed heart puzzle. The other was the individual pieces. She held up each individual piece and talked about some of the responsibilities of each person (Mommies, Daddies, Brothers/Sons, and Sisters/Daughters). With the completed heart, she demonstrated the love and spirit we can have in our homes, if we all work together in fulfilling our responsibilities. I love that they get so excited to participate in things like this.

STREP

IT'S BAAAAACK!!!! This has got to be the shortest vacation strep has taken from my body. I have commented many times how much strep loves me. I typically get it about every 30-60 days. The last couple of incidents have been roughly 40 days apart. I was diagnosed with it once again yesterday (the 23rd). The previous time I found out I had it was the 3rd. Yep, only 20 days this time. But wait, it gets better. I didn't finish my last round of anti-biotics until the 13th. So, really I got it within ten days of the last time. No one around me even gets strep, but I will get strep from anything. The kids get croup, I get strep. I am around someone who has a cold, I get strep. Basically that is the only thing my body will ever get sick with apparently. I am sure many are thinking I really need to go an Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist. Here is the deal: If I get 25 comments (from different people) I will promise to go. One could say that I am using my strep throat just to get comments because I would never get any otherwise. To that ridiculous accusation, I would say.....................you are absolutely right!

The Earth Museum

The kids have once again filled up our good deed jar. For their reward I decided to take them to the planetarium. We have never been there before, although I have thought about going many times. It may not take us another five years to go there, especially after finding out that almost everything is FREE! The only thing that costs money are the shows. I would have taken them there a long time ago to walk around and explore had I known that. We have only walked past it a million times. Oh well, I guess you live and learn. The kids kept talking about the planetarium, and Tinkerbell kept calling it the "earth museum." We had a lot of fun and watched a 3-D movie about life under the sea. The kids were hilarious because they kept wanting to reach out and touch the animals that were swimming so close to their face. The movie showed some very nonchalant fish, that would creep along and then instantly strike and devour their prey. McQueen wanted to hold the big bag of popcorn. Every time the fish would strike the kids would jump. Each time McQueen would jump, he would toss popcorn all over himself. Some was even sitting on his shoulders at the end of the movie. I helped him out by holding the popcorn after the first few times. When a sea lion kept getting closer and closer to us, only to eventually give us a kiss, Tinkerbell was laughing so hard she was crying as she kept saying "whoa, whoa, whoa" through her laughter.

At times I find it difficult to explain to my kids that the earth doesn't revolve around them

Just doing some moon exploringTheir faces in this picture make me laugh. It is if they are asking, "you aren't going to leave us here on Mars, are you Dad?"After going to the planetarium, running a ton of errands, and then playing outside, you might imagine this is what they wanted to do for a few minutes. I was watching a show with the kids and I had to get up to do something. Tinkerbell instantly scooted closer to McQueen and basically caused him to tip over as well. McQueen said, "Tinkerbell, I am not your Daddy, you can't just go cuddling up and lay on whoever you want!" This caused Tinkerbell to sit up. McQueen then replied, "Why did you move? I like it when you lay on me."

• There is a whole row of planets hanging from the ceiling at the planetarium (see the first picture). I said, "look at all the planets." McQueen then named them all in perfect order. I was thoroughly amazed, and asked him where he learned them. I thought for sure he had learned it at preschool, or someone had taught them to him. He sincerely responded, "Dad haven't you ever watched WALL-E? They talk about the planets all the time." I said, "is that really where you learned them?" He said, "yes, do we need to watch it when we get home so that you can learn them too?"

The Price of Admission

In this world it seems that so much emphasis is placed on worldly wealth. Even as I compare my generation with my parent's generation, it sickens me. When did we arrive at a place where so many judge the quality of a person based on their worldly assets? That is about the farthest thing from what I have been taught. In the last six months I have had three friends who have lost their jobs, and one couple has just lost their house. My heart and prayers continually go out to each of them in this trying time. I think it is important to remember that circumstances only show WHERE someone is, and not WHO someone is. Circumstances do not account for the soul of a person, the depth of a person, or certainly the potential of a person. Yes, there are some cases where bad circumstances have been self-inflicted. Even in those cases, I believe that people can change and rise up. A person is only a failure if they stay down when they have fallen. One could say that I am only speaking as a person who doesn't have an amazing amount of stuff going for them. To that I would say that I know plenty of people who are a success, on every level, who feel the same way. Fortunately, I know those who are reading this probably feel the same way I do. Circumstances do not define a person, but rather, thoughts, feelings, and actions define each of us. Regardless of your circumstances, I am grateful for all of you my friends and for all that you have given, and continually give me. I wrote the following poem from some of the thoughts that have been on my mind.

I want you to know
what you do for work
doesn’t matter to me
it doesn’t matter if things are tough
or if you have lots of money

You aren’t required to live
in a huge house upon the hill
or go on an exotic vacation
through the mountains of Brazil

It doesn’t matter to me
if you have high levels of education
or if you feel your train has not
quite rolled into the station

The last thing that matters to me
is if you drive a beater
or if you have the means to afford
something a little sweeter

I am not concerned with your debt
or your credit score
or what designer labels I’d find
if I peeked in your clothing drawer

In the price of admission
of my friendship
these things are all for naught
when I look towards the important things
they don’t even deserve a thought

All that I require from those,
who may want to call me “friend”
is an honest try to be your best
to work at this until the end

Just say what you mean
and then mean what you say
help to lift the burdens
of people around you each day

Try not to criticize or judge
those you may happen by
realize that on this earth
“imperfect” is in abundant supply

I do not require perfection
I have flaws without a doubt
while I may slip from time to time
I try to walk the route

If this list does not seem like
a daunting task for you to do
I hope that you would call me “friend”
for I call you one too

Why We Build Temples

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I sincerely hope that is not a shock to anyone. While I am very imperfect, I believe, and try to live, its teachings. I recently came across this short video posted on the Church's website. The video explains why we build temples. I hope it will serve in helping those who are not of my faith to better understand our beliefs, while stregthening those who believe as I do.

St. Patrick's Day Parade

Saturday morning, we went to the St. Patrick's Day parade. The kids and I had a great time. They caught more candy then we could even carry. As I got the kids dressed in green, I did not think twice about wearing my BYU sweatshirt. I figured it was not a huge deal if I wasn't wearing green. I should have thought twice, because most of the people directly around us were clearly members of the Catholic faith. They were very nice people, and I enjoyed laughing and talking with all of them. I just felt out of place as they would talk about the great Catholic schools that would walk by in the parade. It might have seemed insulting to them since St. Patrick is a revered person in the Catholic faith. That is what I get for not thinking.
When this truck rolled on through, it by far got the loudest cheers, making me laugh even more about my choice of clothing. I was doing much more then wearing my religion on my sleeve. I was proudly displaying it right across my chest.

Here the kids are having their VERY FIRST Sausage McMuffin. Poor deprived kids. They loved it and I think they thought it was cool to go to McDonald's for breakfast. I think they thought McDonald's only served Happy Meals. They were pretty surprised by this new turn of events, complete with hot chocolate to drink. It also was a little weird to them since we rarely go out to eat, especially to breakfast.

This motorcycle Cop actually was this close to us. If I wouldn't have had the size 15 feet tucked in, they would have definitely made a sweet speed bump for him. I stayed out of his way, because as you can see, he is DEFINITELY packing the heat.

This was a coffin car. It was from a local mortuary. I guess this puts a whole new spin on the "you can't take it with you when you die" myth, huh?

This guy may seem impressive to many. Indeed the kids were very impressed. I, however, was not. If you consider one wheel a unicycle, then I would have to say that three wheels is a tri-cycle. The kids were riding their tricycles before they even turned two!

Joining the Inactive?

Today marks the third day that Tinkerbell has been sick with the croup, but the ninth day McQueen has been sick. I feel so bad for them. It is awful to only be able to keep wishing you could do more to help your kids feel better. Needless to say, we have not really even left the house this weekend. We have also missed church the last two weeks, so it leaves me wondering if we are now considered one of the inactive families in the ward. We have watched a movie here and there, played lots of games, and done some fun activities. A few pictures below will show some of what we have been doing.

Today I mixed up some pudding and let the kids finger paint. I don't think they have ever done it before and they really seemed to have a great time.Here is Tinkerbell's finished project. She told me it was a picture of her and Dadd-o (that's me)

Here is McQueen's finished project. It is also a picture of him and me.

The kids have of course (sadly) been doing A LOT of this.

McQueen has been hitting his bong pretty heavily lately to ease his troubles. He has to have the towel there because he gets so doped up that he forgets to swallow sometimes. He will then drool like a teething baby.

Unfortunately this is McQueen's second addiction to the bong. He was addicted to it for about two years (from ages 1 1/2 - 3 1/2). He seemed to outgrow a bad case of asthma and has been clean ever since. I am hoping his rehab won't take as long this time.

• Tinkerbell said some really sweet prayers the other night. My Dad had helped me in giving each of the kids a blessing on Saturday. I took them to bed shortly there after. When she said prayers, she said "thank you that we are going to get better now that we have had a blessing." It was so cool to hear her have so much faith. I love that when it comes to things like the Gospel, there is no doubt in their little minds. They were blessed to feel better, and so they will be. If only everyone had as much faith as a little child.......

Passing it Down the Line

Today Tinkerbell wanted to help me with everything. She was such an amazing helper. The kids are required to clean their rooms, keep their toys picked up, put their clothes in the correct dirty hamper, etc. Basically anything else is extra. Early this morning I washed all the bedding for our three beds. Tinkerbell helped me do the dishes, make the beds, vacuum, and put a TON of stuff away for me. As we made the beds, I taught her how to do hospital corners, and she was so excited to tell everyone. She loved how it makes a triangle before you tuck in the bottom part. After, we vacuumed. They both have vacuumed plenty, but I figured it was time to show them the best way to vacuum. I call it no trace vacuuming. I start at the inner most part of the room and vacuum in a way that makes the carpet have a nice pattern to it. I slowly back my way out of the room, vacuuming all the way. Then, when I am done, I can see I have gotten everywhere and there are no footprints (that lasts anywhere from 10-29 seconds). She did a great job. It was so much fun to do all of that stuff with my little princess. Nothing like a little Daddy/Daughter time. We cleaned and had a lot of fun together, all the while passing these "hidden secrets" on to the next generation.

McQueen is still feeling awful. He has been sick with the croup since last weekend, and now he has to have nebulizer treatments. Poor little guy, it makes me so sad to see them sick. He has mostly just rested today. He is feeling awful and does not have anywhere near his normal energy level. I am sure he will feel better soon though. While Tinkerbell and I made quite a Dynamic Duo, we both know that is not who we are. We can't wait until McQueen is feeling better so that we can be the Three Amigos again.

Here is Tinkerbell's very first hospital corner. She did this one all by herself.........well, I did lift up the mattress for her. She didn't have a Powerbar this morning, so she was feeling a little weak, but otherwise.......

Tinkerbell is sitting on her freshly made bed with a few friends, proud of the work she has accomplished

From last week:

• The kids were jumping on McQueen's bed. They wouldn't seem to listen, so I took the mattress and box spring off the bed frame and stacked them against the wall. He asked if I would put them back. I said, "no, because you guys have shown me that you can't stop jumping on them." He said, "we won't, we just really like to look at our beds a lot."
• Last week we played "Go Fish" with my parents and sister. I can't ever remember playing with the kids and now I wonder why. To start, we played with them in teams so they could learn the game. There were numerous things said by the kids during this game. 1. Both of them kept saying "gold fish!" instead of "Go Fish!" for a while. 2. When they would draw a card, they would whisper to their teammate a little too loudly what card they had just drawn. 3. I thought I taught McQueen how to say, "read them and weep!" whenever we laid down a completed set. When the time came for him to repeat the phrase I whispered, it was, "read them and WINK!"
• Later that same evening, my sister asked McQueen for a hug. His response was "GO FISH!"
• It was McQueen's turn to choose a movie to watch. Tinkerbell kept trying to persuade him to choose the one she wanted. He said, "sorry to burst your bubble, but we are not going to watch that." I really have no idea where he learned that from.

From Today:

• When the kids came back from their Mom's, it was cold. Instead of wearing her coat, Tinkerbell was just holding it. I said, "wow, it is cold out here, how come you are not wearing your coat?" She responded that it wasn't cold until I came out there. I laughed and said, "What? You think I can make it cold just by walking outside? Do you think I control the weather?" She said, "you are so silly Daddy, you do not control the weather..........the weatherman does!"
• The kids were playing Mariokart on the Wii tonight with their cousins. One cousin kept telling the other cousin that he knew a shortcut. The other cousin then asked, "what is a shortcut?" but really meaning "where is a shortcut?" Tinkerbell responded in textbook form. She said, "a shortcut is a better or quicker way to get to a place." Did I mention she said this to her older cousin?"
• I was doing something, and could not respond to Tinkerbell immediately as she asked me a question. She shouted, "HEY BIG GUY, I AM TALKING TO YOU!"

Too Bad Pee Wee Didn't Think of This!

I am sure anyone can remember that old movie, "Pee Wee's Big Adventure." For those who are pretending I am crazy and they never saw it, just stop. It was a dark time for all of us, which we wish we could erase from our lives, but it is there none the less. Although........there was that sweet scene with LARGE MARGE........but, I digress. My whole point of bringing that awful past to light is to point something out. I submit that if Pee Wee would have employed the same security measures as shown below, we could have all been spared the "big adventure" in our lives.

Today I was walking around an apartment complex trying to find a patient's apartment. Down the corridor to another apartment, I see this. There are probably at least eight bikes all chained together with the chain going around them 4 times. As you can see this is like 'tow a car' kind of chain too, not the wimpy stuff. Then there is the note. If you are unable to tell, this is what it says: "Stop Stealing our bikes & our bike tires!!!!! Next time We'll call the cops!" What an ingenious anti-theft device! This note says a couple of things to me. Since it says "stop stealing," that would tell me that they have had their stuff ripped off more than once. Which in my mind raises other questions. First, how many times did they get ripped off exactly, before they thought, "hmmm, I bet a scary threatening note ought to do the trick!" Second, why are they only NOW threatening to call the cops? Why have the cops not been called the 12 other times their stuff was stolen? Finally, do they really think that the perpetrators of these crimes did not think there was a possibility of law enforcement being called the first time they stole the stuff? I am no criminal mastermind, I am only a thinker, but at some point don't you think illegal equals cops? Okay, so maybe no one else finds this whole thing funny. I, on the other hand have an overdeveloped sense of humor, therefore, I think it is freakin hilarious!

Simply Strepilicious

Today I played hooky from work and school. This was not because I had some fun activities or anything, but rather so I could crouch up in a little ball (who am I kidding, I will never be a LITTLE ball) with a blanket and shiver. I guess some would consider that a fun activity. Me, not so much. It is good though, because I am overly confident when I go to the Instacare now. They check me in. They say, "what are we seeing you for today?" I proudly tell them, "I have strep throat!" They say, "well what are your symptoms?" I find this somewhat annoying in my own head, but list them to the people anyway. This process is repeated with the three people I saw today. After the nurse did the swab of my throat, she said, "the test usually takes about 10-15 minutes." I said, "I will bet you $5 that it is positive in three." She would not take my bet. Good thing for her, because she would have lost! The doctor came in and talked to me. She really wants me to go to an ear, nose, and throat specialist. I countered by asking for a stronger antibiotic. If it comes back again after this time, I might just go to the specialist. I just don't see the panic, it has been 47 days since the last time I had it. I have gained 5 days, and this time it did not spread into my eye! The last window of health only lasted 42 days. I figure as long as we are making progress, what is the point?

I wrote the following song about strep throat. It is to the tune of the freecreditreport.com commercial about him buying a new car. I hope you enjoy it.

Well, I woke up this morning
decided to play hooky
another bad case of strep found me

Just when I think how bad it sucks
medicine and doctors take my $50 bucks

S-T-R-E-P

that spells strep, if you can’t see


I think about learning or making money
as sit here sucking cough drops with honey.

A butterfly in China must have flapped its wings
out of nowhere my throat gave me the stings

S-T-R-E-P

PLEASE will you stop, attacking me!

Offer applies with enrollment in the I get strep too much club.

My Singing Kids

This is McQueen's favorite song. The kids were sick yesterday, so we had to miss church. He wanted me to record him singing today (I guess to make up for not being able to in Primary). When I put him in time out in his room, I can hear him sing this to himself sometimes. When he does, he always comes out of his room so happy and nice. It is really sweet.

Tinkerbell will often sing this if it comes on the radio, and will often have me play it from my MP3 player. She also knows many other songs from the radio. She has taught herself all of these songs. The cute thing is that all the songs she memorizes seem to be about love.