Monty Python's CFS Ability Scale

I'm at the one legged head butting stage.

Never Forget

Eh, Not Much

Nothing out of the ordinary interrupted the normal hum of the Howells's schedule this week. Gabe and Gavin had Scouts, Johnette and Anneli worked on self-defense at Mutual, Romney had a behind the wheel driving lesson. Rom worked and I rested. We got a new printer that is pretty sweet.

So, instead of blogging about nothing, here is my review of The Persian Pickle Club by Sandra Dallas for our book club: The Persian Pickle Club.

And here is a short short story I wrote for Fiction Friday. They give you a prompt, you write for five minutes, then post the results (unedited, gasp!) to your blog: Fun Friday -- The Beast.

The prompt was “Shhh… did you hear that?”

Happy St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day is not a big deal to me. Growing up, it was simply a day of panic if you forgot and arrived at school without wearing green. It was also the source of one of my most embarrassing moments, when I pinched a girl on the butt and she was loudly offended. For some reason, it didn't occur to me that you could pinch someone on the arm and it would mean the same thing. Lesson learned.

But you know how certain traditions have a way of sneaking up on you? I've discovered we have a family tradition that I didn't even know was a family tradition. I can't remember when I started it, or worse, when the kids started to expect it. In any case, it is rather simple and easy to do, so I'm on board now.

We eat Green Eggs and Ham for dinner. I (or this year, Ana) chop up ham, and heat it up in a pan. I mix eggs with green dye, then pour them in the pan with the ham and scramble them. The ham soaks up some of the green dye, and voila -- green eggs and ham.

Sorry I don't have pix. Let's just say it tastes better than it looks. And, now that I'm embracing the tradition, I've bought some shamrock paper plates that were on sale at Walmart for next year.

My "Citizens"

Congratulations to Gavin for getting Student of the Month! As I've mentioned before, Student of the Month is a very prestigious honor. It is the highest award offered at our elementary school. The kids love it because not only do you get a cool Bautista Creek Student of the Month t-shirt, but you also get a TROPHY!!! And best of all, you get a certificate for a free kid's meal at Mimi's Cafe.

Here are the great things Gavin's teacher, Ms. Pereda, had to say about Gavin:

"Gavin is an amazing student who loves to learn! He has overcome many obstacles he didn't even realize were obstacles. Instead, we see his bright and smiling face every day. He enjoys an academic challenge, and takes on all of the challenges his teacher gives him quite eagerly. His peers look up to him, and he's a great model for accomplishing classroom responsibilities. Gavin, you are a terrific student!"

Gavin has now joined his brother, Gabriel, in the two-timers club. This is his second award; the first was when he was in kindergarten. Gavin told me, "Mom, you have two citizens now!" Yes, I do, Gavin. I'm very proud of you!

On a side note: Is anyone else weirded out by this guy?

Gavin is Eight!

Turning eight is so exciting! Gavin's birthday was February 21. It was a Sunday, so he didn't get to go out for dinner, but he did get to choose what he wanted to eat. We had crunchy fried chicken and biscuits. He opened his present that day, too. My brain was so focused on getting his dinner menu right that I didn't get his cake and ice cream, so we splurged on cake and BANANA SPLITS the next weekend.

One of the fun things about being eight is you get to go to Cub Scouts! Gavin was welcomed to Scouts with the Blue and Gold dinner. They had spaghetti, salad and rolls. Gabe and Gavin got to sit at a table alone with all their friends, no grown ups. They each had a cake to decorate before they devoured them for dessert. Gavin also had his first den meeting where they picked up trash. I'm thinking the dinner may have been more fun, but Gavin seemed to think picking up trash was pretty wonderful, too.

Of course, we all know that the best part about turning eight is getting baptized! Gavin was so excited for weeks ahead. We told him that he could choose who would stand in the circle during the confirmation. He was so cute calling all the men he wanted to be there and inviting them. We have so many wonderful friends here in this ward. The circle was a bit crowded, I must say! Gavin was lucky, and both sets of grandparents were able to attend, as well as Aunt Jacqueline (although she wasn't part of the circle ;) ).

Gavin chose his brother Romney to baptize him. They were both a bit nervous, I think. It was so sweet to watch them walking into the chapel with their arms around each other. Of course, I cried like a baby when Gavin was baptized. I always do, but this time it wasn't just for Gavin, but because my Romney was worthy to perform this priesthood ordinance. It's not an easy thing to do, and it was a wonderful thing for a mother to see.

As they were headed to the font, Gavin told Romney he was going to pee when he got in the water. Romney told him, "Oh, no, you can't do that! You're going to have to wait until after." Gavin assured him it would be OK, because he would wait until the water was up to his waist, and he really, really had to go. Romney had the presence of mind to suggest they go to the bathroom really quickly before the baptism. I think Lauren Wojcik, who was after Gavin, appreciated it.

When Gavin was going into the water, the material on his pants was so stiff, he couldn't bend his knees like he had practiced. His feet started to float up, so Romney held him in a second longer. Gavin panicked a little, and his feet really shot up then! Luckily, everything was fine, and he didn't need a do-over.

We went out to dinner at Red Robin afterward. It was delicious, we had a lot of fun, and Gavin got an ice cream sundae.

Happy Birthday and Congratulations, Gavin!

Because I'm a Winner

With all the awards shows going on right now, I want to remind you all that I am a winner, too! Here are a few of the awards that I, personally, have won.





Sorry about the "s" word, but I'm not the one giving the award!

He'll Be the Death of Me Yet!

Remember that feeling when you bring your newborn home? Your child is so tiny, so frail, so fragile, you hover over him. You check his breathing six times a night. You panic if he sleeps in later than his usual schedule. He seems so perfect to you, you worry in the back of your mind that Heavenly Father just might decide he needs this baby back. This fear of death usually goes away after a few months. But with Romney? Well, let's just say he has a way of bringing that fear back every so often.

Maybe it's because he's so passionate about life. Or maybe, more likely, it's because he's impulsive and doesn't think things through very well. Whatever it is, he is such an accident prone child! My worried mother's heart gets no rest.

Riding his scooter in the rain led to a chip of bone that still floats around in his chin. Skimboarding at the beach gave him his first broken bone. Notice I said first? A stick in the foot meant a nasty infection that lasted months. And who can forget that horrible bike accident that landed him in the emergency room just a few months ago?

We took a trip to the Urgent Care yesterday. Romney had been complaining about pain in his chest right under his ribs. At first, I thought it was indigestion from those nasty Taki chips he eats. But it was worse the next day, and the next. I've learned from experience that if I take him in, it's usually nothing, but if I don't, it will be something serious. I erred on the side of caution. And ... it was nothing. A bruised rib or strained muscle caused by swimming or coughing too hard. Nothing to do about it but give him some ibuprofen and let it heal.

Pacified, I let him go to the concert last night. He comes home late and wakes me up at 12:45 am. "Mom, I think I broke my arm," he tells me. He was in the mosh pit, and some guy kicked him deliberately. There is a bump on his forearm that makes me think he might be right. So, we'll wrap it up and put it in a sling today, and take him right back to the doctor tomorrow.

Did I mention he has started driving?

Olympic Observations

"Whoa! It's like that American skater is auditioning for the role of Carrie's prom date with that hair."

"Thinking Canada should be putting their ice dancers on the hockey team."

"Is it me or does anyone else wonder if that's Will Ferrell down there doing a parody of ice dancing? No? Just me, then."

"Chest hair sequins have no place in the Olympics."

"So a Terry Goodkind novel just threw up on the ice dancing rink. "

Colleen Lindsay via Twitter (@colleenlindsay)

Love Is In the Air

The Howells family had a very wonderful Valentine's Day, and I hope you all did, too!

Carrying on the tradition, we had our Valentine's Day breakfast for dinner. The menu included pancakes by Johnette, a lovely yogurt and berry parfait, bacon, applesauce with cinnamon hearts (only I couldn't find the hearts and had to settle for Red Hots), berry punch, a Valentine's fortune cookie, and a heart-shaped donut for dessert.

Love and fun abounded for all!

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