black jokes

Max announces: "Hey look at the TV everybody, can you see the robot?" We look. We see nothing but a dark screen.

"You can't see him because he's black!" Hysterical laughing from Max. I don't care what any professional transracial adoption specialist says--I have one well-adjusted black, mormon, adopted, hick son.

Max is also the official olfactory police. He loves to loudly proclaim, "Somebody fahted. Who fahted? It smells like a big faht in heah." (gagging and wretching sounds) "Mom, open the window and let the faht out!" I hope I don't regret including this in our family history blog. I also hope Max grows out of this phase soon.

Max has officially learned to ride a bike. he is our youngest rider, age 3 and 3/4. Now he can ride to the library and pool by himself. Hooray Max!

Wilson finished his baseball season tonight with a double-header. He seemed more relaxed and was always first or second up to bat. He probably scored 5 runs. It's always nice to have something positive to focus on with this boy.

We all had the stomach flu this week in this order: Cooper, Max, Tony, Kelly, Wilson, Marcos and Eliza. Tony even took Thursday off of work due to unpredictable bowell behavior. It was gross and thankfully, short-lived.

Saturday was the nicest relaxing day. Tony started us out with blueberry pancakes in bed. (What the heck, we needed to change sheets anyway.) We actually accomplished a family work project and painted the pantry together. All of us, painting together. I cannot empahasize enough what an incredible feat that was. It was still pouring rain so we threw the kids in the rig, grabbed a couple of neighbor kids and a box of cup of noodle soups and went to Steptoe Butte. It was freezing cold and rainy but we had fun hiking. Some of us even made it to the top. Everyone slept well that night except for Eliza, who spent the night throwing up.

I don't know if I am in jeopardy of losing my testimony over this, but I love two hour church. While our building is under construction, we have a shortened church schedule wherein we attend Sacrament meeting and then primary, Relief Society and Priesthood classes. It's been a little hectic while we get used to meeting in a high school, but it does also prove that it's not the building that defines a church; it's the people and the spirit. What a great time to be primary president. I don't have to worry about filling teacher callings until Christmas!

Sunday was high school graduation in St John. We hosted a little get together for our friend Roi Tubio. I have never seen two cobblers and 3 full homemade ice cream freezers disappear so quickly. Tony actually made frozen custard, vanilla and chocolate, which might explain the quick consumption. It was a beautiful day and I felt really grateful to have a beautiful house and yard for people to enjoy. Sometimes I get discouraged about all the fix up we need to do and forget how lucky I am to live in a real live doll house.

This is the last week of school. The book I ordered, "Surviving Summer" was a big disappointment. I was looking for things like, "How to Deal with Children who are Hungry every 20 Mintues," and "Painful Punishments for Children who Tattletale." It should have at least inlcuded a chapter on how to teach small black boys not to gag and choke and ask insensitive questions about "who fahted?" in public places. I want my money back.