So, what do you do in the summer time, when all the world is green? That Primary song goes into some of the many things we did this summer, and thankfully, not some of the things we did this summer.
1. We went down to Delta for July 4th, as is the yearly tradition. We did shake it up a little this year by letting the children go early. Cliff's parents came up to see him in "The Sound of Music" and took the older three children down to Delta with them the week before the 4th. We were worried about homesickness and keeping to some kind of sleep schedule since the other cousins were also going to be down there, but those worries were for naught. They couldn't wait to get off the phone with us so they could keep playing, and they were exhausted by the end of the day after being on the slip 'n slide, playing at the park, riding bikes, and other fun activities.
By the time we joined them, it was the weekend of the 4th. We had a great barbecue with ribs by Uncle Beaner, the kids were able to ride in the bike parade after decorating the bikes, we went to the regular main street parade, there were the regular after-parade activities, and we even got some fish. Oh yes, fish. It was hot enough that the horse rides ended early, and so several of the kids wanted to find something else to do instead. They found the fish pond, which if you're like me, sounds like the little blue curtain where you fish for a prize. Nope. This was a real pond, which the Fire Station had set up, and was stocked by real fish, courtesy of the Wildlife Dept. There was a huge truck filled with fish, and they would fill up the pond about knee high with water and let the fish loose, followed by a horn to let in the kids in different age groups. Kambrie and Brandon were just so excited to try it, and they both caught fish with their bare hands. I had a pic of Brandon with his fish, but it was taken on my old phone which Cliff was using at the time, and the old phone and new computer have decided that since they have nothing in common, there is no need for them to talk to each other. Who knew technology could act so immature. So *click* here is Brandon holding a 19 inch rainbow trout that he caught with his bare hands, made Daddy clean and cook, and then decided he didn't like the taste.
2. Cliff had hernia surgery and bought a new suit, which means I get a new mixer for Christmas. Cliff has had a hernia for a while, but we weren't sure what it really was or if it would heal on its own. He started to get worried when he felt a small bump protruding out of the tear, and even more so when it became painful. He finally went to the ER to get it checked out after googling hernias. They did a CT scan, determined that yep, it is a hernia, nope, it isn't an emergency, but he needed to have surgery within a month. We scheduled it for the week after his birthday, and as a last hurrah, (I am 88% positive that Cliff thought he wouldn't make it through the surgery) we went down to SLC for a birthday weekend date without the kids. It was a lot of fun. We went to a Salt Lake Real soccer game with some great friends, got some baby stuff from them since I had thrown out our stuff and their twins were getting too big for it, slept in, watched the last Harry Potter (FINALLY), paid way too much for a breakfast buffet, raided another friend's ward on Sunday,and just generally had a great time.
We even went to Men's Wearhouse and looked at a new suit for Cliff, because they were having a buy one, get one free sale on everything. Here is my warning about this: Don't go to the Sugarhouse store, and definitely run away if you meet a salesman named Randy. He is GOOD. Cliff got two suits, and not just any suits, but two High End Suits, two new shirts, four ties, and a boatload of guilt. That is why I am getting my mixer for Christmas. Oh yes. It will happen this year.
We got back home and the next day was Surgery day. Cliff had to go at some beastly early time to be checked in and prepped, and after dropping him off I came back home, woke up the kids, took them to my mother's where they got dressed and had breakfast, and then drove back to the hospital in time to sit by Cliff in recovery. I hated it. He is not ever supposed to be in a hospital gown or bed again. We checked him out around 11, came home, and I took care of him a little and just let him rest. He went back to work the following Monday, and has a new appreciation for me and what I go through with pregnancy pains and babies. It is also kind of funny to see how we now compare his scar with my Cesarean and I have to tell him it will get smaller and less noticeable like mine has. Who says guys aren't vain? And yes, this is definitely a good time to not have any pics.
Well, this post is definitely getting a little long, so I will continue later. Stay tuned for the further thrilling adventures of our summer! Oh yes, there is more!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Excuses, Excuses
I know, I know, it has been a REALLY really really long time since I last posted on here. But I do have some pretty good excuses that kinda sorta explain my absence. Here they are, in random order:
1. I lost the camera. There were a lot of things I have wanted to post about, but let's face it, a picture is worth a thousand words. Especially when it's Brandon holding up the first fish he ever caught or Caleb figuring out how to wear the fire fighter helmet backward and hold 6 things in his hands and teeth while playing with something else on the floor.
2. Cliff was in a play. Now this sentence could also be used to describe what we did this summer, except that we did so much more after the play was over. You have no idea how much work goes into a production until you are actually in one, too. Cliff auditioned for "The Sound of Music" and was given the part of Uncle Max. I was pretty happy with this until I found out that Uncle Max has two songs that are not in the movie. It meant a lot of "just mommy" nights for the kids, and a lot of staying awake until 11 pm for me. But he did a fabulous job, and as biased as I am, I can also truthfully state that he was definitely one of the fan favorites.
3. I was called to be 2nd councilor in the RS presidency. Cliff knew this was coming. I didn't. The old presidency had been in for quite a while, and let's face it, when the RS president asks the bishop pretty much every Sunday if she can be released, he will eventually listen. She was wonderful, by the way, but never thought she was. When the bishop asked to stop by our house, I assumed it was to give a talk. Then Cliff reminded me that I had just given a talk the month before, and that I would be getting a new calling. He even hinted at RS. Yeah, he can be a jerk. I assumed, if he were right about a calling, that it would be nursery, because those ladies had also been in a long time, Caleb was getting close to 18 months and I'd most likely be there anyway, and let's face it, nursery is more my speed. No such luck. Also no luck with getting released from compassionate service right after I was set apart for 2nd councilor, we were in the middle of a baby boom, and my Enrichment Night leader was one of the new moms. That's all been straightened out now, thank goodness. That could have been my entire summer and excuse for not posting more often, with the added complication/blessing of...
4. I am expecting a little boy in January. No, not the exchange student kind or babysitting or even "if the weather's bad I'll pick you up" expecting. This Sharp family is going to modulate (add another sharp) again. P.S. My sister has already told me that for Christmas she is sending me a ten foot pole that I can use to whack Cliff any time he tries to get close enough to whack, and if you really want to have another baby, tell everyone you know and even random strangers that you are done, and then get rid of all baby clothes and all other essential baby gear. It really works.
In closing, I wish to inform you that I will commence with updating the blog and going over summer details even if there are no pics to go with the stories. I think I have made a good case to show why it has been so long since I was last part of the blogging community, and promise to do better as long as nothing else earth shattering happens. Like hernia surgery or new glasses or paying way too much for a suit that's actually two suits plus some new shirts and ties and...wait a minute... those happened too. See what I mean? I am glad fall is finally here so I can get a break. Yeah, I thought that was a pretty funny sentence, too.
1. I lost the camera. There were a lot of things I have wanted to post about, but let's face it, a picture is worth a thousand words. Especially when it's Brandon holding up the first fish he ever caught or Caleb figuring out how to wear the fire fighter helmet backward and hold 6 things in his hands and teeth while playing with something else on the floor.
2. Cliff was in a play. Now this sentence could also be used to describe what we did this summer, except that we did so much more after the play was over. You have no idea how much work goes into a production until you are actually in one, too. Cliff auditioned for "The Sound of Music" and was given the part of Uncle Max. I was pretty happy with this until I found out that Uncle Max has two songs that are not in the movie. It meant a lot of "just mommy" nights for the kids, and a lot of staying awake until 11 pm for me. But he did a fabulous job, and as biased as I am, I can also truthfully state that he was definitely one of the fan favorites.
3. I was called to be 2nd councilor in the RS presidency. Cliff knew this was coming. I didn't. The old presidency had been in for quite a while, and let's face it, when the RS president asks the bishop pretty much every Sunday if she can be released, he will eventually listen. She was wonderful, by the way, but never thought she was. When the bishop asked to stop by our house, I assumed it was to give a talk. Then Cliff reminded me that I had just given a talk the month before, and that I would be getting a new calling. He even hinted at RS. Yeah, he can be a jerk. I assumed, if he were right about a calling, that it would be nursery, because those ladies had also been in a long time, Caleb was getting close to 18 months and I'd most likely be there anyway, and let's face it, nursery is more my speed. No such luck. Also no luck with getting released from compassionate service right after I was set apart for 2nd councilor, we were in the middle of a baby boom, and my Enrichment Night leader was one of the new moms. That's all been straightened out now, thank goodness. That could have been my entire summer and excuse for not posting more often, with the added complication/blessing of...
4. I am expecting a little boy in January. No, not the exchange student kind or babysitting or even "if the weather's bad I'll pick you up" expecting. This Sharp family is going to modulate (add another sharp) again. P.S. My sister has already told me that for Christmas she is sending me a ten foot pole that I can use to whack Cliff any time he tries to get close enough to whack, and if you really want to have another baby, tell everyone you know and even random strangers that you are done, and then get rid of all baby clothes and all other essential baby gear. It really works.
In closing, I wish to inform you that I will commence with updating the blog and going over summer details even if there are no pics to go with the stories. I think I have made a good case to show why it has been so long since I was last part of the blogging community, and promise to do better as long as nothing else earth shattering happens. Like hernia surgery or new glasses or paying way too much for a suit that's actually two suits plus some new shirts and ties and...wait a minute... those happened too. See what I mean? I am glad fall is finally here so I can get a break. Yeah, I thought that was a pretty funny sentence, too.
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