SHE DID IT, SHE DID IT!!!

Savannah has finally learned to ride her bike without training wheels. We went through the routine about a month ago and it just wasn't working out (battle of stubbornness between daughter and dad :) So, she went back to practicing with her training wheels on, but trying to not let them touch the ground. Lo and behold, a month later and voila! She is now cruising the 'strip' of Linear Park trails (we did a 4 mile round trip bike ride and she did great!) She only crashed once while trying to scratch her head (dang those lice - we'll give the full story in our next entry!) :) ... and even managed to start going down hills ...

Life back to normal ...

Life is back to normal … as normal as normal gets anyway :) We’ve had a ‘great’ time trying to get back into our normal routine the past 2 weeks. Perhaps the most difficult was trying to get Collin and Hunter back into nursery at church. Collin was afraid of the local church nursery bully and Hunter, well, Hunter just plain doesn’t like being left for a second without Mum and Dad. But, this past week we turned a corner and Collin went to nursery with the promise that the nursery leader would protect him and Hunter gave it a go at least for a bit on his own (Collin told us after church that Sister Torres was “a good blocker”).

While the kids have been at some of their worst the past little bit, they’ve also had several moments of quite hilarious antics and quotes. Let’s start with Hunter. As usual, he is into everything the past little bit. There’s no such thing as child proofing with Hunter around … he just finds a way to get into everything. One of his popular efforts is to take the potting soil from the plants outside and then bring it in the house and pile it on the couch. He has figured out how to get what he wants on the counters by climbing up on a chair. His favorite is the butter dish, which he licks clean. He’s also got this fetish with salt and pepper shakers. Loves to use them on food at the dinner table and … The other day Collin was taking a nap and Hunter managed to get a hold of the salt and pepper shakers. Kelli was in the other room and the next thing she knew, Collin was covered in salt and pepper. I know the kid eats a lot, but this was taking it a little too far :) He’s started doing some cute stuff as well. He’s talking a lot and loves to jibber/jabber on the phone. He always kneels down and folds his arm when we mention it’s time to say family prayer. He’s a cute kid …

Collin on the other hand is our little egg head – and never has that been more evident than right now! The other day I let him use some scissors so that he could cut some paper. He was doing pretty good but then I let him get out of my sight and he took the scissors with him. The next thing I knew Kelli was giving me the ‘JESSY!’ and I came around the corner and there was a trail of hair leading to the little culprit red handed with the scissors and a terrible haircut. He took gouges out of his hair pretty much down to the roots and it was darn near impossible to make it look halfway decent. But, we shaved it as low as we could without giving him a complete buzz. Collin has also given us some laughs with his little mind. The other day we were driving in a neighborhood and this elderly lady with white hair came driving around the corner. From the backseat we hear Collin, “Hey, Granny!” Oh geez, what a laugh. His new phrase is also, ‘not exactly.’ For instance, we have some friends in our ward that are going back to the States to visit their Grandma/Grandpa. Kelli told Collin that they were going to visit Grandma/Grandpa just like we did. Collin then said, “Well, not exactly … it’s not the same house or the same grandma.”

Then we move on to Savannah – our little smartsy fartsy. She couldn’t wait to get back into school and her mind is always going a million miles an hour. The other day Kelli was doing her hair so she could go to the movie with her friend. Kelli asked her if she wanted braids or pig tails … pig tails of course. So while Kelli was putting her hair into pig tails Savannah comes out of nowhere with, “Mom, they shouldn’t call these pigtails, they should call them fly flippers.” Not a bad idea … Then there was last Friday after school and it didn’t end until 3 in the morning … Savannah came home and had this little smell on her breath. Kelli thought it was different but couldn’t place it until later in the evening when she asked me to smell her breath. It immediately took me back to my mission when certain Russians had the smell of vodka on their breath. When I mentioned that to Kelli she agreed that it smelled like alcohol. Well, we tried to get it out of her where she would have had alcohol or anything of the sort, but nothing came to her mind that would have caused the alcohol smell. So, Kelli went on the internet and found things like late stages of diabetes, ‘near death’ syndrome type stuff. We called a local doctor and they said to take her to the hospital as it was a tale-tell symptom of diabetes. 4 hours later (yes, Australian healthcare isn’t the speediest …) the blood/urine tests showed that everything was normal, thank goodness. Somehow she just had this smell on her breath and we’re not sure where it came from. The doctors couldn’t smell it though so maybe Kelli and I were just having a rough day of our own J kidding of course …

In other news, we’re in the midst of trying to decide about our next job --- whether to stay in the military or whether it’s time to get out. There are a lot of advantages to staying in through retirement, but the opportunity to go back to Utah and be closer to family is also appealing. We have to decide by the end of the year, so we’ll just play it by ear and see what options present themselves over the next month.

The kids are doing really well in swimming. They are excited for Christmas and tonight we put up the tree. It was kind of weird to put up the tree and having to open up the screen door to get some air flow because it was too hot outside. Then there was a fly which came inside and was buzzing around as we were trying to hang ornaments. Yes, the fact that it’s 95 degrees outside and getting hotter is going to make this yet another unforgettable Christmas … We attended our second Christmas parade and loved to watch the elves wearing sunglasses while swatting away the flies and trying to find a bit of shade ... but the lollies made it all worth it!

The Best and Worst

Well, now that we've been home for nearly 24 hours, I have some thoughts on this trip...and particularly on coming home (since Jessy already posted a very lengthy blog giving the details of the actual trip). So here are the best and worst of coming home after a two week trip--

BEST--The kids are happy to be back in their domain; in fact, they're very relaxed.
WORST--Hunter is so relaxed, he had three bowel movements in the space of a couple of hours this morning--and they're not nice after eating junk food, sugar, and amoxicillan for the past few days.
WORST--Finding a multi-lane superhighway trail of ants from the front door to the kitchen table and counter (for those of you who don't know, this is about 30 feet, I think--it's far anyway, for ants!), eating the box of cereal that was left out and the one dish that was left soaking.
BEST--Realizing the ants somehow didn't make it to the pantry.
WORST--Finding a centipede under my church bag.
BEST--It was dead.
WORST--Looking at all the yardwork that needs doing.
BEST--It rained so the plants and grass aren't all dead!
BEST--Coming home to 90 degree weather.
WORST--Knowing it's only spring and will be getting much hotter.
WORST--Having a cleaning inspection two days before heading overseas.
BEST--Coming home to a clean house (minus the critters)...at least it was until we unpacked.
BEST--Having a day to recuperate before starting the daily grind.
WORST--Trying to go to church on that day of rest....HA HA HA HA!!! (Savannah had the giggles during sacrament meeting, we forgot Hunter's binky, and Collin was just plain tired--not exactly how church should be.)
BEST--Coming back home, to the routine.
WORST--Leaving family.

Well, Collin just wandered in--it's almost 7:30 pm and everyone else is sleeping. I'd better get the dishes done so all the ants that didn't die in the Mortein assault last night don't find anything when they come back.

One of my finer moments to the right ... just ignore me!!

We just returned from 'holiday' in the States and I finished our travel log ... but before incurring the rath of my beautiful wife (which has happened in the past mind you because I failed to do what I am going to do now!), I'm going to let her proof read/correct/revise/rewrite/redo the blog before posting it. And having just returned there are a 1,001 things to do, but this tag from Stacy looks like the most fun ... so I'll 'give it a go'.

8 Things You May Not Know About Me::::::::

1. I proposed to Kelli on a bluff in West Jordan at sunrise in Spring 2000, several years before the church announced they would build a temple on that very same location.
2. My favorite place to visit is Alaska -- reasons why?? I've caught a 25 lb king salmon, a bunch of halibut, watched humpback whales breach, ice fall from glaciers, bald eagles soar above the ocean cliffs, bears meander through the forest, seen monster moose with racks seemingly the size of my pinto Hyundai car and just plain relaxed ... an amazing, pristine place ... but don't tell anyone!
3. I almost didn't get to serve my mission in Russia because in the MTC we found out I didn't have an ACL in my right knee due to a soccer injury a year before --- the church let me go if I took it easy and didn't play sports ... a huge trial!
4. I have a hidden desire (well, at least it used to be hidden) to do an ironman triathlon -- but it might have to wait until I'm 50 when the kids are grown and I'm retired from the military so I'll have time (and energy!) to train for it. That would be an interesting sight, eh?
5. I've done a barrel role in an F-15, flown to Barrow, Alaska (northernmost point) in a C-130, and jumped out of an airplane 5 times.
6. Have a bad habit of biting my fingernails when I'm trying to concentrate (which I just caught myself doing while trying to think of something else to say!)
7. I did an internship at NASA where I met astronaut Rick Husband (later the commander of the Columbia shuttle which fell apart over Texas) ... and a couple of years later bought a home in Albuquerque from the brother of one of the other astronauts on the same Columbia flight.
8. Have the 3 cutest kids in the world! (and craziest! ... and most stubborn! ... personal opinion of course!)

Tag to Steve Palmer and THE beautifulest, most patient wife, Kelli!

Going home

We’re on our way back home to visit the USA for the first time since July 2006 – nearly 16 months – well, that is except for Kelli (she had to go back for a funeral earlier this year.) The kids were so excited that we had to keep them focused on the Halloween party instead of getting too far ahead of themselves. Collin, though, during the Halloween party came up and asked me, “Can we go to grandma’s now?” Then after the Halloween party it was now, “How many more sleeps until we get on the airplane?” Yes, we don’t count days or even moons, but sleeps as the measure of time in our home.

With 4 different flights going from Adelaide to Melbourne to Honolulu to Los Angeles to Salt Lake City … on 4 different airlines (pieced together for the cheapest deal possible) we were somewhat leery of everything working out. But, the first leg to Melbourne went great on the ‘kandaroo airplane’. Both Hunter and Collin were so excited to see the airplanes in the airport. Qantas is the ‘high-class’ airline so the kids were entertained with Freddo entertainment bags and food – so no need to dip into the limited supply of attention grabbers in their Dora and Sport suitcases. Uneventful and even enjoyable … Then we had a long 6-hour layover in Melbourne before boarding Jetstar (or Star Jet, as Collin called it) to Honolulu. Luckily in the baggage claim area there was a small helicopter that had lights and stuff which the kids played on for about 2 hours! Add in a game of Disney Uno and lunch and we were half-way through our 6 hours! We then were able to check in our luggage and then wander the international terminal with all the shops and stuff. They have a Krispy Kreme there in Melbourne so we couldn’t resist the $2.50 - $3.00 price tag per donut! We managed to finagle our way through immigration again but had the trouble once again with the fact we have two passports (government and tourist) and that we are on military orders and don’t have a normal visa. But … we did get through eventually.

If any 10-hour flight with 3 young children could be considered a good one, this one to Honolulu was. We were stocked with food and games because this was the low-budget airline and didn’t offer hardly anything without a price tag. There were nearly 10 rows of empty seats behind us – so the minute the seat belt light went off we spread out and turned it into a Jones family suite – well, two rows of it at least. The kids did a pretty good job of keeping themselves entertained via coloring books, various arts and crafts, movies … and food. Collin and Hunter fell asleep right off, but then woke up an hour later. That was bad because then when it came time to actually sleep (3 hours into the flight, Collin was in late-night mode ...) and I had the pleasure of staying up with him … .well, most of the time. I think I lost him halfway through Return of the Jedi. Hunter managed a couple laps around the last half of seats in economy towards the end of the flight ‘entertaining’ and probably annoying some of the other passengers … but all in all the kids were really well behaved and we couldn’t have asked for better. Kelli managed around 2 hours of good sleep and I was in there around 3!!

Arriving in Honolulu was awesome – just stepping off the plane and breathing that humid, tropical 78’F air was rejuvenating. We rented a car and drove over to the other side of the island where we stayed last year. It’s a private government beach and even though it was busy on a Friday with a lot of official military ‘functions’, (aka, beach parties), we found a beach that was largely all our own. Savannah did her usual mermaid moves rolling in the surf and Collin was even brave going into the breakers a bit – those swim lessons must be paying off. Hunter was the laugh though. His inner brain couldn’t quite grasp the idea of standing still while the waves either went up the beach, or were receding into the ocean. If he was facing the ocean and the waves were coming at him, he would fall on his rear every time as the surf hit him. A couple of times he even fell all the way onto his back and just laid there with his arms outstretched while the surf was up around his ears. If the surf was going back out to sea, he felt he had to keep up with the outgoing water so he’d start running towards the ocean as fast as he could to keep up … only to lose his footing and crash headfirst into the ocean. It was pretty hilarious and he didn’t seem to mind the sand in his hair, diaper, swimsuit, etc. The beach time was a welcome reprieve for the airports and airplanes … but we were all pretty exhausted after a couple of hours. We took showers at the bath house and then headed off around the south part of Oahu where we parked a tourist lot for an ocean geyser and took an hour nap (except Kelli, who rearranged the bags, cleaned the car, took a ton of pictures of the Blowhole, and listened to the radio until she was bored out of her mind). This is a trip of stealing little tidbits of sleep wherever and whenever you can …

Some of the sights/sounds/tastes in the good ol’ USA were very much enjoyed. Just to name a few – we had lemonade (real lemonade, not sprite as the Aussies refer to it) at dinner (I think I drank 2 liters all by myself … but the kids sucked it up as well, after they asked what it was called 3 or 4 times) We also saw full-size shopping carts and were able to pay at the pump! Oh the luxury!! I don’t know if it’s the culture or what, but the courtesy and customer service seemed at a different level as well. It was just good to hear an American accent and know that what you were saying was understood in word and context. It was kind of weird to realize that we basically had two Fridays of flying … and the flight from Melbourne to Honolulu and Honolulu to Los Angeles were taking place at the same time!

After I finished this portion of the diary entry, all @#%* broke loose as our flight from Honolulu to LAX was first delayed for an hour and a half (never a good sign), and then finally cancelled around midnight – the kids were extremely tired and cross … and we now had a problem of not getting to LA in time to meet our connecting flight on Southwest. I’ll just insert Kelli’s e-mails to family to tell the whole story (her method of venting as we waited in the military lounge at the airport for the entire next day prior to boarding a Delta flight the following evening to LA.) My bottom line – if you have the choice … do not fly Northwest. Even the flight back from LA to Honolulu did not go off without it’s own glitches.

From Kelli’s e-mails …….

Well, for anyone who hasn't heard, we will not be arriving in Salt Lake as expected. In fact we won't be in until tomorrow (Sunday), but we're excited to see you then. I'll give you the scoop, since we're sitting in the USO Military lounge at the moment and I have a computer to use. Everything went quite smoothly until we learned, just before boarding our 10:10 flight on Northwest last night that it would be delayed 1 1/2 hours. Jessy's blood pressure went right up, since our Southwest connection at LAX was only 2 1/2 hours after we were supposed to land originally. The poor kids were hammered, but did pretty well playing and stuff in the airport while they kept stalling with "updates." And Hunter and Savannah even fell asleep...just before they announced that the flight was cancelled. Finally, at midnight they sent us all away with numbers for rebooking (great for everyone with US cell phones :-( ), and put us up in a hotel. We were some of the last to collect our luggage, get our vouchers, etc, and ended up waiting FOREVER for a shuttle to take us to the hotel--these lines reminded me of WWII bread lines. People were very nice--lots of people helped us with luggage, and one lady even gave us some extra strength aloe vera gel for Savannah's sunburn around her eyes (yes, we went to the beach, and yes, she did have sunblock on). When we got to the hotel and called to rebook, they were unwilling to get us any further than LA. We were upset because it was their fault (a mechanical problem), but they refused to budge. (We now know that those who travel Northwest frequently refer to it as Northworst.) Anyway, we got to bed around 1:30 and got up to rush to the airport by 7:30, ended up staying in line for over two hours, and, to make a long story not much longer, they ended up booking us for a Delta flight and the connection to Salt Lake. YEA!!! We'll leave tonight at 10ish and get in tomorrow at 10ish (for our picker-uppers it's Delta flight 1704 arriving at 10:22--if you keep us waiting curbside too long, you might have a revolt!!) Some people are here for a few more days--a nice elderly couple isn't so upset, since they're putting them up at the Marriott on Waikiki tonight.

So, that's the story, minus the crying kids, upset parents, and lots of little details. Hopefully, we'll make it to the beach again (or somewhere else fun)--Jessy's going to check on rental cars right now. Maybe we'll come back with nice Hawaiian tans and pineapples for everyone (don't count on either one!).

Well, it turns out that there were either no cars available for today, or they were very costly, so we decided to hang out in the USO lounge until dinner. It's actually not so bad--Hunter has been asleep for a couple of hours now, and Jessy and I were able to sneak in a 1/2 hour nap, too. Sometime while we were sacked out on the floor and chair, Savannah curled up on a rug and looks like a sleeping cat. So, hopefully, we're able to get some zzz's in and not be quite so tired tomorrow. Collin has been our champ sleeper so far--he slept almost the entire JetStar flight (did I mention it was pretty empty, so we got 8 seats for our family? not so bad!), and is very proud of that fact. We're hoping the kids all sleep on the flight tonight as well. We also did a lot of sleeping in the minivan yesterday--the kids each got two or three naps and Jessy and I each had one (not while driving). Northwest gave us vouchers for food, etc., last night and this morning, and then a family not flying Northwest gave us theirs, too, so when Jessy, Savannah, and Collin came back with lunch, they were loaded with all the extras--they each had their own favorite drink (usually they end up sharing), and they each had some fake flower leis (the vouchers just say $10 from airport vendors...time to do some souvenir shopping). Apparently Northwest will be picking up our phone calls at the hotel, too. Jessy asked about it when we checked out--I guess we should have called everyone we knew since we didn't sleep much with the stress of wondering how we were going to work things out. Let's just say there's no love lost between the Jones fam and Northwest. Although, the staff here at the airport has really been accommodating for the most part--it's the corporate end that has us frustrated.

Well, I guess I'll go find something better to do than complain. We're looking forward to seeing everyone. It's the only thing keeping us from turning back, or staying 2 weeks in Hawaii.

...Those were the emails, but I do have to add that we got onto the Delta flight leaving Honolulu just fine, but after being seated for a rather long time, the pilot came over the intercom saying there was a problem arming one of the doors and that they were having to call in a mechanic, so we'd be delayed. Jessy and I exchanged some serious "you've got to be kidding me" looks, and started to get worried when the mechanic was there for more than just a minute or two. After what seemed like forever (in reality, only 15 minutes or so), they got the doors working okay--nobody got sucked out midflight--and we were able to take off. We were late leaving, and slightly worried about making our connection. Luckily, we walked off our flight to the gate next door where the flight to Salt Lake had just started boarding--talk about timing!!

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Anyway – we won't dwell on that part of the trip since the rest of everything was fantastic. After arriving in SLC early Sunday morning we met Mark (Erica’s fiancé at the time) for the first time. Definitely a good ‘bloke’ and we were very happy for Erica and Mark. As usually happens with jet lag, the next couple of days were a blur. Some other ‘American’ things were a welcome breath of fresh air like full-flush toilets, sporting events on live (and not during the wee hours of the morning), and of course family very close by. Ben, Sam and Caelin were at Grandma and Grandpa Whetstone's and at first the kids were a little shy around one another … but soon warmed up and were chasing each other everywhere. Sunday was spent recuperating … Monday just lounging around letting the kids play and then the wedding dinner in the evening along with Savannah learning how to play tennis on Chris’s Wii (she actually got pretty good at it – including the grunts with each swing!) … Tuesday the wedding in the morning (cute pix of the kids at the temple) and the reception that evening … Wednesday happy times with Halloween (Savannah wanted to keep going all night--surprise, surprise … and Hunter wanted to stop trick-or-treating and ride a little kids bike that he spotted in one of the garages as we passed by) and riding with Grandpa on his 4-wheelers… Thursday bowling with Grandma and Grandpa and Ben … Friday we wrapped things up and headed up to Logan! Sam had the croup, pneumonia and strep throughout the week which wasn’t very fun for him. Hunter started coming down with it while up in Logan, but knowing it was a possibility we quickly got him on antibiotics and he didn’t get too sick … thank goodness! Collin and Hunter struggled with the cough, but luckily they mostly rid themselves of it before we started heading home. We loved spending time at G&G Whetstone's and had great American food and laughs to hopefully last us the next 8 months in Australia …

Up in Logan was more cousin time with Anna and Mia. Once again was the adjustment period for everyone to get used to each other. It wasn’t too bad, though, and soon they were out playing in the leaves (ah, the refreshing smell of the autumn leaves and the nostalgia of their crunch underneath your feet as you walk around. Hunter couldn't get over walking through knee-deep leaves). The playhouse is holding up well (the one Jessy built in Albuquerque), and the kids reacquainted themselves with it over the first day --- it fits perfectly on Jacob and Robyn’s back patio. We had a great time Friday spending time with everyone. Grandma Jones and Jenny were already up there and Great Grandma/Grandpa Jones and Grandpa Jones were coming up the next morning. On Saturday we had more company with Michelle and Adelyn. Then Mom Jones and Robyn cooked a Thanksgiving feast for the ages – it was the kind that just melts in your mouth with all of the fixings. It was awesome and gave us a reprieve from cooking our own turkey later this month in 100’F heat down in Adelaide!! Sunday we spent going to church and driving with Nathan up the canyon. Monday I went over to ATK Thiokol and scouted things out for a potential career change into industry (no decisions yet but with the Academy slot falling through looks like we have some tough decisions to make), and we went and shot guns at the Avon property which was a kick in the pants and a good time (although Collin doesn’t like the loud noise!) We had a great object lesson for FHE by Robyn and Savannah, which ended with making Mom’s homemade chocolates (only minor corn starch casualties on this occasion!) … Tuesday we had to say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa Jones as they headed back to St George. We sure had fun with everyone while they were around and it was hard to say goodbye … again. We then went fishing with Jacob at the mouth of the canyon and both Anna and Collin had the chance to reel in a fish Jacob caught for them! One slapped Collin in the face and gave us all a good laugh. Then we stopped in for some Aggie ice cream and oh boy, that pumpkin shake was thick and creamy – don’t find that kind of quality in Oz so we lost ourselves in the moment. Wednesday I went swimming with Nathan and Jacob and then we had to pack things up and say goodbye once again. Savannah, Collin and Hunter had a great time with everyone up in Logan and it was good for them to get some time with Anna and Mia … and the new baby (or babies as the case may be, eh Robyn? Robyn was having an ultrasound to find out a few things yesterday … can’t wait to get the news).

Before we knew it we were saying goodbye to our Loganite family – Jacob, Robyn and Nathan were very gracious hosts and we were extremely grateful for their hospitality. We returned to West Valley only to get packed up and spend some time with our Whetstone family and say goodbye to Jenny (hope that stomach is feeling better, Jen!)

We had too much fun with everyone and were sad to say goodbye on Thursday. It was a great time and made as all the more grateful for the times we were able to spend together. We will miss the box of diapers for $17, the abundance of shopping options with reduced prices (where a sale actually means more than 5 cents off and the items advertised are generally available) … but right now Australia is home and we are looking forward to returning where our ‘rump rests’ (name that movie!) and where the kids have their routine.

So far, so good on our way back to Australia. We made it to Honolulu last night and then spent the evening at a hotel and now we are currently 36,000 feet over the Pacific Ocean somewhere between Hawaii and Australia. Although looking forward to getting back to our routine back ‘home’ we are already looking forward to the next time we are ‘home’. Thanks to everyone who made our trip such a memorable one.

Ok, we are home and after 6 hours of sleep we are now awake at 4 in the morning. Oh, the glories of jet lag. Of course, it wouldn’t be our family without someone doing something different – Collin snoozed until 5:30 … I’m sure it will take some time to adjust, but looking forward to all of our church, work and family responsibilities --- that will keep us from missing everyone too much back home. We even have our good friends from Sydney (Kevin, Stacy, Madi, Coop and Rylee) coming for a visit in January so that gives everyone something to look forward to. Thanks everyone and we’ll see you again soon!

Leanne's Pix

Have you ever seen Savannah happier than this?

Here's Keely on Peter.

Savannah on Tempo.

I mentioned that Savannah went horseback riding a few weeks ago, but I didn't go, so I had no pictures. Luckily, Leanne (Keely's mum, who took them), took plenty and just gave them to me. So, here are some pictures from that Saturday two weeks ago, as well as a few different ones from the Halloween party.

Savannah's teacher, and some scary monsters!!

(I can't figure out how to not make that a link now!)

Halloween Down Under

This week has been one stressful evening after another … all culminating in Kelli’s monstrous shabang of a Halloween Party for Savannah and her classmates from school and a few friends from church of Savannah and Collin’s. I was in ‘yes, dear’ mode most of the week while the kids got more and more excited with each passing day.

Besides the party, the kids have been up to their usuals. Hunter once again is involved with a plethora of laughs, usually involving food in one way shape or form. But, more often than not he is getting into mischief as much as humanly possible. Kelli talks about it during the day while I’m at work, but it’s really a sight you have to behold personally to believe (watch out Grandmas Whetstone and Jones next week J). So, this weekend, indeed, I saw the boy in action. You could turn your back and literally 30 seconds later he was into something he shouldn’t – dirt out of the potted plants, walking THROUGH the screen door, breaking a glass, eating watercolor paints (would have made a good Dracula with the red paint dripping from his lips), going near the toilet, pulls frosting and sugar cookies from the counter, found my wallet and pulled everything out (took all morning to find my driver’s license and credit card), pulls all the games off of the computer room shelves and throws the cards and parts everywhere – yes, and that’s only a taste. So, we’ve managed to survive getting ready for the party with mischief man on the loose. Oh, and Savannah wants us to write … Hunter is cute. Such a good sister. He also had his first swimming lesson/class this week. He liked it for the first two minutes and then I (Kelli) had to dunk him. He cried the rest of the time, which wouldn’t be so bad except he is twice the size of all the girls (no boys), in his class, and they seemed to do just fine. He’ll get used to it, though.

Collin on the other hand is a – Savannah says ‘weirdo’ (she’s dictating as I’m writing … getting used to being told what to do by her J) The kid loves to talk ‘potty talk’, if you know what I mean. Don’t get any ideas, aunts and uncles – it’s not something we are encouraging. But, anything that involves the aft end of one’s body makes him laugh in hilarious fashion. He’s also kind of gross. The other day he got caught sniffing one of the kid’s sandals as they took them off – and then I turn my back and once again the kids are laughing and this time he’s licking the bottom of Savannah’s sandals!! Don’t worry this only gets worse … there was a fly buzzing around the kitchen this evening and gave him the fly swatter so he could whack it … well, I probably don’t need to finish the rest based on the licking the sandals thing … I turn around and Savannah was laughing at him because he licked the fly swatter. We proceeded to find the fly, whack it and then show Collin just why we DON’T lick the fly swatter. We’re also trying to get him off our bedroom floor, to which he always puts up a fight. Last night he went to the next extreme and instead of asking for water or needing a bed time story like most kids, he says, “But I like you, Dad!” Now who can resist that? (We did, though.)

Savannah on the other hand was our cute little Snow White and had a great time with all of her little friends this week. She’s reading like a champ and loving school. She’s also still actively involved in tennis, netball and swimming (whatever to keep her energy moving in the right direction!) She and Collin like riding their bikes in the backyard, throwing water balloons at each other, and playing soccer and tennis. One of the funniest things happened when she was cruising along the backyard and her chain came off so she lost control of her brakes … the next thing I see she’s flying over her bike as she hits a pillar straight on. Today she did the same thing again, but this time the chain was on and she just misjudged the corner and fell over. Sometimes we wonder about her!?!?! She gets along really good with her brothers … most the time J

Jessy wants me to write about the party—which turned out to be a lot of work, but really fun. We gave out invitations on Monday (the party was that Friday), half-hoping that some of the kids (mainly the wild ones), wouldn’t come on the short notice. Savannah gave them to her entire class and all but 5 kids ended up coming. Plus Collin invited 5 kids from the ward, and some younger siblings of Savannah’s classmates ended up staying, so we ended up with a total of 30 kids! Luckily a few parents stayed and Savannah’s teacher came, so we had some help with the crowd control, which was needed for a few feral children. I handed out small trick-or-treat bags with their names on it and some tokens inside as they came. After everyone arrived, we took a group picture and then explained to the kids how to use their tokens—for tattooes, a bean bag toss, ghost bowling (throwing a mini-pumpkin at 2-litre bottles painted like ghosts), and pin the wart on the witch (all the kids were given gum—when it was their turn, they were blindfolded and had to stick their chewed gum on the witch’s face, hopefully near the wart on her nose). Then they decorated some pumpkin shaped sugar cookies and ate them. As we waited for parents to arrive, we played musical corners, with the kids dancing their hearts out to “Ghostbusters.” We sent the parents with their bags of candy across the street to spread out along the trail, and then took the kids over and let them trick-or-treat to the moms, dads, and grandmas. It was the first time for all of them and it was fun to watch them run from person to person—their eyes and smiles just got bigger and bigger as their treat bags filled up! It was a fun little party for the kids and it was really fun to see these kids with their first Halloween. All the kids talked about last week was what they were going to dress up as. When some saw Savannah in her princess costume, they were disappointed because they were all stuck on being something “scary.” We had witches, ghosts, skeletons, draculas, monsters, a black cat, and several other spooky costumes, in addition to a few superheroes and dancers and an astronaut. The parents all seemed to enjoy the trick-or-treating part, too. Savannah’s friend, Keely, told me today, “That was the best party I’ve ever been to in my entire life!” And that may be true, given that most parties here consist of eating party foods, like mini pies and sausage rolls, visiting, maybe playing pass the parcel, and going home. I was told that I’ve set a precedent and need to do this every year now, but since we won’t be here next year, I’ll have to pass the buck on that one!