Thursday, February 26, 2009

Thor and the T-birds

Lately we have spent many evenings on the SUU campus rooting the Thunderbirds in various sporting events. Tyrel loves to be out and seems to sneak some of his savings with him so he can flaunt his goodies from the concessions in front of Erin. If you know Erin’s diet, junk is her staple and nutrition is the rarity. After he is certain he has angered Erin, Tyrel will settle down and watch the game or meet- between his trips to the restroom.

Erin, on the other hand, is mostly interested in the girls on the monkey bars (uneven bars in a gymnastics meet) or where the chicken (the T-bird mascot names Thor) is. She keeps close tabs on the chicken and always announces the update as to his current location. Several times she has told me the she “wants to pet that chicken” but always cowers whenever he comes to our section. I’m not certain she yet realizes Thor is a person dressed in a costume.

Tyrel is not cowed and even wrangled Thor into posing for a photo.

Go T-Birds!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Tubing & Sugar Cookies

My dad and mom treated their grandkids to a tubing outing in Brian Head! The weather was perfect with sunny skies and no wind (I know the wind part sounds like a like for southern Utah). I opted to participate myself and was quickly reminded that tubing is much more enjoyable when you don’t have to hike back to the top of the hill before your next run. At times, I even found myself having to take a break so my face could recover from the cold air before my next slide down the hill. The final tally was: nobody got hurt and everyone had fun.

Everyone then met at for turkey dinner at the Robinson house- Parowan version (I just remembered there are three other such houses just in my immediate family. The extended family makes you dizzy, instantly). For the grandkids, of course, this was a necessary event before the real eating started; Mom had baked several sugar cookies that we all frosted, decorated, and inhaled. Martha Stewart would have been proud.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


Amy solved this riddle about 2 month ago. We’re curious to see how you do. Post your guess as a comment when you figure it out.

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers.
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

Thursday, February 12, 2009


Mother Nature in southern Utah is a cruel old gal. We have had only 3-4 snow storms this year with plenty of time for the snow to melt between each. But each of these storms seems to dump between 6 and 12 inches . Just to torment us more the temperature has warmed to as high as 50 degrees (a regular heat wave in January and February) during the day. Then it snows, and gets cold, and we all remember it is Febraury.

This cruel teasing has lead to a wish for spring to begin. I can’t help but smile at the unshakable optimism of Erin. We awoke one morning this week to a blizzard. Not relishing the epic chore of shoveling the driveway I mumbled something under my breath about how nice it would be when summer finally came. Erin, with all the enthusiasm of a 5-year-old, then added, “We need to go get the boat ‘cause we’re getting ready for the lake, huh Dad.” I told Erin she would have to get Mom to go with her because I still needed to shovel the walks. Erin apparently has a standing invitation. If you are going to the lake, she will got with you. Is there any douby she is hard core?

Tyrel has only 2 more basketball games left. Excluding our first couple of games the Bolts have played something that resembles basketball- you know, passing to an open player, looking for lay-ups instead of half-court hero shots, defense with your hands up, etc. Tyrel continues to do well. Last game he had several points including the final shot just before the buzzer at the end of the game. Everybody on the team was as excited as Tyrel.

Erin measures time by how many days left before her next tumbling class. Not having the chance to go to class with her yet, I was quizzing her about the good, bad, and ugly of her class. Of course, I was overrun with a myriad of things she learned and could do “..without any help.” Who has more fun than kids?

Anyone want to guess what Erin just drank?