Drill Sargeant Collin

The words are:
I don't know but I've been told
Kindergarten is the place to go.
I've learned my numbers and ABC's
Now I'm smart as I can be.
Sound off (one, two)
Sound off (three, four)
Bring it on down!
(one, two, three, four, one, two...three, four!)

Playing catch-up

Well, Jessy wrote about Collin's arm, but here are a few other events we've neglected to post in the last 2+ months:

Collin graduated from preschool,
Savannah finished second grade,
Hunter registered for preschool,

Trey started crawling (yesterday!),

we got a giant cement pad in our backyard,
we got a cool firepit next to the giant cement pad,
the basketball pole is now installed,
we had a fun, candy-filled Easter,
our garden is mostly weeded (thanks to the extended Jones fam),
Trey loudly eats his feet,
Jessy did a 100 mile bike race (finished 70 or so miles of it--it should NOT be freezing cold and rainy in St. George in the spring),
I finished a triathlon and a 5k,
Trey has started kissing (he's very passionate),
we put mulch/bark in all our flower beds (not exciting for most, but I think our neighbors appreciate it),
Jessy and I had birthdays,
and, as of today, we have been married for 9 years.
That is our April/May/beginning of June in a nutshell.

Collin's Broken Arm :(

We experienced a slight misfortune over the weekend when Collin broke his arm playing baseball in the backyard. He was rounding third heading for home when one of the neighborhood boys got in the way and Collin ended up face planting on the patio concrete pad. One could tell it wasn't your normal 'owie' from the get-go. Soon he was in the instacare getting x-rays taken. He saw this first one and turned to Mom and said, "I saw those pictures and my arm is broken in two!"

Of course it was a picture of the two normal arms in your forearm. Yet, the side profile was a little more revealing and indeed showed a fracture of one of those forearm bones.

He was then taken to Zippes where he received his good boy ice cream and came home doped up on pain killer which made him a little happier. He slept with Dad on the couch last night and was back at it again today trying to play basketball left handed and even stepped up to the plate with his single good left arm -- batting from the left side of the plate. After smacking a few of Dad's heaters into the 'outfield' he humbly exclaimed, 'even with one arm I'm still good!' I guess it didn't take any of his confidence away :) Tomorrow he gets his cast and I'm sure all the neighborhood teenage girls will be the first to sign in. His best friend across the street even showed some sympathy by digging into their storage and putting on a sling of his own to show his support ... the next 6 weeks are going to pretty tough on the poor kid ...