I want to share the following video with you:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKoB0MHVBvMVideo DescriptionChampagnePersonal MessageGreat stuff! Ever heard about the Diet Coke and Mentos thingee???
Okay, I really hate to detract from everyone mocking me, but too bad! So, I can’t make up my mind. I think that’s okay. No, I don’t. Yes, I do. I’ll get back to you on that one! Anyway, I just wanted to post a few things about my eldest child. We have now officially made it a full week with Robbie in school. Jon and I feel like we are living a totally different life than we did a week ago. It’s very strange to have your entire schedule turned upside down. If we weren’t such slackers, it probably wouldn’t have been so shocking. We’re just not used to going to bed early (by 11:00, can you believe it?!?) and getting up early (Jon wakes up at 6:00). But we are adjusting, and we are loving it.Robbie is doing really well. He seems to be settling in. He even got his first homework this week. Are you ready for this? His homework this week is to write his name on a piece of paper . . . . one time a day. I hope we can handle that work load. On a different note, I was walking Robbie in to class today, and a little girl saw him in the hall and came up and tried to say hi. In my head, I thought, he’s too young for this! Girls shouldn’t start saying hi to Robbie for a long time. I was comforted when Robbie looked at her like she was some sort of crazy person and walked away. Of course I felt bad for the little girl. But it IS comforting that my son finds girls icky right now. Now, if I can just perpetuate that rumor for another 15 years . . .Anyway, that’s all from our end. Emily starts preschool in a couple of week, so I’m sure we’ll put up stuff about that. In the meantime, go back to mocking me. I’m laughing on the outside, but crying on the inside . . . Nah, just kidding. I think. Love you all!
Jon here…I love the way a woman’s pregnant mind works. Here’s an example:Jon: What color popsicle do you want?Aub: I don’t care…Aub: Not purple…Aub: Make it red!
Okay, it has finally come. After six years, Robbie has finally become old enough to enter the hallowed Kindergarten halls at Blue Haze Elementary School. We dropped him off this morning to tears (mine) and smiles (his and Jon’s) and quite a few hugs and kisses on both sides. He did great! He just walked in and sat down and was ready to go. I think it’s harder on me to let go than it is for him to. I guess that’s part of the cycle of life that I have never appreciated. We give all that we have to these little defenseless creatures, and then suddenly they don’t need you quite as much. And the funny thing is that you are happy for them. Silly, huh? Anyway, I’ll probably start crying again if I write anymore, so here’s the official first day of kindergarten picture, complete with backpack.[photopress:100_4577.JPG,full,centered]On a totally different note, just a cute story and picture. While I was doing dishes this morning, Adam came up to me and informed me that he wants to go snowmobiling. And then he asked me for his boots. I told him that there was no snow in August, but that didn’t seem to dampen his spirits at all. As evidence by the picture, he insisted on putting on a hat and gloves and his jacket. He’s still wearing it, and I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for Grandpa to show up and take him snowmobiling. He really wanted Uncle Brad to go too, but I told him that Uncle Brad was on a mission and couldn’t go. Anyway, I’m sure all the snow people in our family are proud! Have a wonderful day![photopress:100_4578.JPG,full,centered]
This video is a TEAR JERKER! I’m warning you guys out there!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjPrL3n63ygStrongest Dad in the World[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles inmarathons. Eight times he’s not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchairbut also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112miles in a seat on the handlebars–all in the same day.Dick’s also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his backmountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makestaking your son bowling look a little lame, right?And what has Rick done for his father? Not much–except save his life.This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick wasstrangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged andunable to control his limbs.“He’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life;” Dick says doctors toldhim and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. “Put him in aninstitution.”But the Hoyts weren’t buying it. They noticed the way Rick’s eyesfollowed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to theengineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anythingto help the boy communicate. “No way,” Dick says he was told. “There’snothing going on in his brain.””Tell him a joke,” Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out alot was going on in his brain.Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor bytouching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able tocommunicate. First words? “Go Bruins!” And after a high school classmatewas paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run forhim, Rick pecked out, “Dad, I want to do that.”Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described “porker” who never ranmore than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, hetried. “Then it was me who was handicapped,” Dick says. “I was sore fortwo weeks.”That day changed Rick’s life. “Dad,” he typed, “when we were running,it felt like I wasn’t disabled anymore!”And that sentence changed Dick’s life. He became obsessed with givingRick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shapethat he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.“No way,” Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren’t quite asingle runner, and they weren’t quite a wheelchair competitor. For a fewyears Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then theyfound a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran anothermarathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the followingyear.Then somebody said, “Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?”How’s a guy who never learned to swim and hadn’t ridden a bike since hewas six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dicktried.Now they’ve done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hourIronmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud gettingpassed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don’t you think?Hey, Dick, why not see how you’d do on your own? “No way,” he says.Dick does it purely for “the awesome feeling” he gets seeing Rick with acantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th BostonMarathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their besttime’? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992–only 35 minutes off the world record,which, in case you don’t keep track of these things, happens to be held bya guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.“No question about it,” Rick types. “My dad is the Father of theCentury.”And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had amild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arterieswas 95% clogged. “If you hadn’t been in such great shape,” one doctortold him, “you probably would’ve died 15 years ago.”So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other’s life.Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston,and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., alwaysfind ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and competein some backbreaking race every > weekend, including this Father’s Day.That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wantsto give him is a gift he can never buy.“The thing I’d most like,” Rick types, “is that my dad sit in thechair and I push him once.”
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So, today Robbie lost his 6th tooth! He was kind of hoping he would lose it on his 6th birthday, but he is excited nonetheless. This means that he is now missing his two front teeth. He’s kinda silly looking! [photopress:100_4553.JPG,full,centered]As I was looking for that picture, I found several other cute ones worthy of the blog. For example, Mary was all smiley at my house the other day, so I tried to get a picture. I like this one more just cause of the look on her face! [photopress:100_4548.JPG,full,centered]And then there’s Adam at our Pioneer Day activity in the bike parade. [photopress:100_4543.JPG,full,centered]And Emily the pioneer. [photopress:100_4531.JPG,full,centered]And dress up time with Princess Aurora and Thing Vader the Cowboy. [photopress:100_4528.JPG,full,centered]And lastly my buff boys. Look at those muscles! [photopress:100_4527.JPG,full,centered]Enjoy!