Swimming Graduation

Ian completed level 6 in swimming this week. This is quite an accomplishment since he started at level 1 last year and could hardly swim without sinking. I had started him in swimming lessons when he was in kindergarten but really struggled. So, when we moved here it was nearly 2 years before we signed him up again and he'd pretty much forgotten everything that he had learned, and had to start all the way from the beginning. He was definitely the oldest and biggest kid in level 1, but motored on up through each level and only having to repeat 1 level. Now he has the option to enroll into the pre-competition class and then the youth aquatic team.

All about my Dad

Happy Fathers day to my wonderful Father. When I was little one of my first memories of my father was getting up at the crack of dawn with him before he headed of to work and we'd eat breakfast together. I loved to hang out with dad and go camping and fishing. My dad loved to hunt, but he could never convince me to go with him, I secretly hoped he didn't have any luck finding anything because I really hated to see him bring those dead deer and Elk hanging in our garage and then it was bad enough that we had to eat it. He always told me I should marry a city boy, and that's what I did. Jeff doesn't hunt, but he says he wants to someday. My father was a member of the church when he and my mom were married my mom was not a member. Through missionary lessons my mom was baptized and they were sealed together in the Temple a year later. My sister and I had the opportunity to be with my parents when we were sealed, but I was too young to remember. My father is a hard worker, has never wavered in his faith and is honest in everything he does and says. He is always looking for an opportunity to share the gospel with someone and has a very strong testimony. He's served in many callings from High council to bishopric and later as a Bishop. My father is a person that will tell you what he thinks (even if you don't want to know), and does not mince words.

I Love you Dad!

1975 - I'm on my dads lap

My brothers blessing day

1975

Camping with my dad - he broke his foot at work and was out of work for a couple of months, we had the best time together

Attitude

Sundays are really hard for Ian to control his attitude. Is it because we always stay up later on Saturday night and he doesn't get as much sleep? Is it because he's bored after church and he doesn't have enough to do? Or, is it because it's Sunday and Satan works on him harder that day than any other day?

I believe it's a combination of all the above. This Sunday his attitude seemed worse than other Sundays. It all started when I told him he needed to work on Cub Scout stuff. He didn't want to, so that's when his attitude was just plain awful. He usually only gives me attitude when Jeff isn't around to hear him. Why do kids think they can speak one way to their Moms but they don't dare speak awful to their Dads? By the end of the day he had gotten himself grounded for the whole week (way to start off the summer vacation). He was sent to bed at his "normal" school time. After he was supposed to be in bed he threw this note at me. He's famous for writing "lovely" notes, so I thought for sure this one was going to be a doozey. To my surprise this is what I found:



We made a deal yesterday that if he didn't have attitude at all yesterday then I would cut his sentence down to just one day. He worked really hard yesterday. He helped with laundry, he cleaned the big upstairs bathroom, did dishes, cleaned his room and helped me with Morgan. He was very pleasant to be around. Let's hope it continues to be more pleasant and peaceful around here.