Ode to Triple G...

Justin lost his grandma this weekend. I sometimes called her Triple G...for Great Grandma Grover. This is the last picture taken of her. How fitting that it was at Brian's wedding six weeks ago. She was able to see Brian get sealed to his eternal companion, and then went home to hers.

We were lucky enough to get to Idaho Falls time in time to say our goodbyes. I wondered what you say to someone when you know it'll be the last conversation you have...well, here on Earth anyway. We shared our favorite memories and told her we loved her. Then we said we'd see her later. She died a few hours after that.

She wasn't able to talk to us, but we knew she knew we were there. She squeezed my hand a few times, she smiled a few times, and she even opened her eyes twice. I told her how the boys bragged to their friends about their 93 year old grandma. How she was the putt-putt champion every time in golf!

Every time I saw her the first thing she said to me was: "I sure enjoy reading your blog. Those boys are growing up." Yes, grandma, they are. I am so grateful that they knew you. They have wonderful memories of weenie roasts and building a fort to share with the stray kitties. They loved getting a dollar in the mail every time they had a birthday. I loved that I was the only one able to decipher what the card said. After her stroke, her handwriting was shaky, but I could read it perfectly every time.

After she died Carter asked me if grandma would know what to do when she got to heaven. Yes, Carter, she will. Because she was met by angels and loved ones who helped her cross the veil. I'm so grateful for my testimony of eternal families. I'm grateful for temples that allow us to be sealed to our families for eternity.

"That's some high quality H2O...."

I'm at the tail end of a fairly time consuming project at work. Since I've been putting in extra time and because Sizzler is a corporate sponsor of the water park, my boss gave me four tickets to Roaring Springs. So we decided to spend our 106 degree day today gettin' wet!

The first order of business was to prove they had the guts to ride "The Avalanche".

Jamon convinced me to ride with him a second time. I'm a screamer. I scared off an investigator trying to decide whether she should ride or not.

The wave pool is a classic favorite and I couldn't help but laugh as the boys bobbed up and down, purposely crashing into total strangers. They spent a large part of the day in the lazy river. Carter has become quite an accomplished swimmer, and he thought it was awesome to be able to do the butterfly stroke at "lightening speed".

We took a little break for a treat...(yes, Jamon's bald. Thanks to his father starting the haircut before I could get there! :)

The weirdest part of the day? Who gets married at a water park?

We stopped off for burgers on the way home and got back just in time for Camdon to get ready for scouts. Guess where they were going tonight? Yep, swimming!

Yeah, there's an app for that

Dear Apple,

Please hurry and approve Justin's application so that I may have my husband back. You see, ever since he started, he's done NOTHING else. It's almost as if he's obsessed. Oh wait. He is. He works on it way into the night and starts on it early in the morning. I tried telling him to just work on it at work, but he won't. He's way too honest to get paid for doing something at work besides work.

So, he comes home from work and then works on his app. I know he's excited, and it really is cool, but I miss him. The children miss him. He finally heard back from you today and he fixed what you told him to fix. So let's get on with it already.

Sincerely,

Lonely Programmer's Wife

* In case you aren't Apple and you don't understand what's happening, I'll tell you. Justin has written an "app" for the IPhone. On it you can access Bronco Dashboard (the website he built). You can get access to rosters, game schedules, etc. Kinda cool if you're an IPhone user and a BSU football fan. He had to pay $100 to submit it and get it approved. Then he can start selling it at the Apple Store (a.k.a I Tunes).

Now I know what you're thinking..."holy cow! They're gonna get rich!" No we won't. He's selling the app for $0.99 each. So, if we're lucky there will be 100 people out there who love the Broncos and will buy his app. Then he'll break even.

Then maybe we can have him back.

Girl Crazy

Carter asks a lot of questions. He's five. He's trying to figure out life. As his mother, I'm his main source of information. I explain the rules of softball.

I explain why we behave and why we eat our veggies. I explain why the 14 year old next door doesn't want to play. I am omniscient as far as Carter is concerned.....scary, I know.

Here's his latest line of questioning:

"Mom, when I'm ready to choose a girl, how will I know I'm gettin' a good one?"

"Don't worry, you'll just know."

"Will you come with me?"

"Where?"

"To the store to pick out a girl."

Bah ha ha ha ha. I explain that it works a little differently than that.

He continues:

"So I just walk up to her and tell her I like her shirt?"

"Well, I guess that's a start."

"And then what would she say?"

"Well, she might say 'thank you, how kind'."

"And then that's it? She's interested?"

"uuhh...not necessarily. Carter, we'll worry about this when you're older, okay?"

Why am I having to explain to my children about dating when they're FIVE?! Justin just forwarded an email this morning that the boys sent him. It was one of those online quizzes. They were proud of their results and just wanted to brag to their dad. The quiz? "How HOT are you?"

Well, they ARE pretty handsome!

Glow Sticks + Football = Awesome

"I told you dude. Holding your breath under water and Go-cart racing will never be Olympic events...."

Well maybe not, but my boys are trying their hardest to squeeze every ounce of fun out of these summer nights. Last night we had a couple of friends over to play football in the dark. I bought some glow sticks to wrap around the football and they each had some around their wrists.

They played until after 11:00. Aaaahhhh summer nights.