For Micah’s birthday, I hel d an around-the-town scavenger hunt. Each team was supposed to come as a themed “team”. Since I was creating the race, and Ashley Samuelian was on bed rest, Spencer and Micah were a team. Unbeknownst to me, they created a top secret team….”Team Lindsey”
Skirts, lightweight hoodies, lanyards with keys, boobs, visors…and Micah went as far as to put nail polish on his toes — that looked like it was 4 months old!
I told them they won the award for best looking team!
Ten teams competed to win the All About Micah Scavenger Hunt!
The hunt took them to our engagement spot, to the DHHS track to run Micah’s race — the 400, to Sushi to eat disgusting sushi, to the theaters to solve a logic puzzle, to the harbor to pick out his UCLA football number, to the gas station to fill up with his number in cents….etc.
It was awesome, and went flawlessly.
Doug and Mary Jolley were the winners by seconds!
What did they win???
A romantic sunset helicopter ride to Catalina for Bison Burgers….Piloted and gifted by the generous…Spencer Samuelian! (Spencer wasn’t aware….and was dying — as was everyone else (mostly Nonnie)! It was sort of a touche to the Lindsey getup he came in!)
We ended the night with berry crumble…and all sat around and discussed the ins and the outs of the race!
Happy Birthday Micah.
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Update:
It took two weeks for Micah to finally get off his old-looking nail polish. He couldn’t believe we didn’t have any nail polish remover. I said, “Why do you think my nails always look so junky!”
Karma!
Out of all of our Book Nook books, I think that Running For My Life is easily in our top two — it may even be our top one! It is phenomenal!!! It is a must read!!! It is about a little Sudanese boy, who was stolen from his parents at the age of six, and became a lost boy of Sudan. It follows his incredible life, where he ends up as an Olympian for the USA.
I kid you not…I think this has been the most life-changing book I have ever read to my kids. They constantly reference the boy
“Lopez” in it all the time, in their own daily lives. For example, when Scout was interested in eating something I had made for dinner, Dash said, “Scout…Lopez had to dig in the trash to find a half-eaten banana! This is delicious, and you should eat it!”
After reading it, my kids have seen other parts of the world through it, have become more grateful for what they have, and are sympathetic to anyone who struggles.
10 out of 10
Micah, my kids and I all agree!
This is what I was going for — sweet and calm.
Good thing I got this ONE photo.
The rest looked more like this:
Their normal selves.
We were babies.
In love.
Adventuring.
And me showing Micah up.
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Times haven’t changed.
I helped out at the jogathon today. After looking at these pictures of our stellar runners, can you guess what job I signed up for?
I was a lap marker. I gave slash marks for each new lap for the masses. But when my kids came around, I marked them up with “I Love Mom” all over them! I was afraid the new Kindergartner would have not liked bending the rules, so Pippi got her back tagged!
Whether at the beach on their four person broom….
…or killing OCD Britni, with an entire table set with fake food….
Pippi and Sterdy just click.
We keep trying to tell Scout that his ninja routine, where he makes noise effects, and he is really serious - is kind of dorky.
But he doesn’t give a rip.
He just tells me how lucky I am to have someone so great to protect me.
Enter dork two…with his arrow down the back of his shirt — that he fumbles to get out before he is able to protect me!
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I love me some dorks!
The rule is that everyone’s bed has to be made before school.
I can appreciate the inviting ground that gives you three extra minutes of sleep in the morning because you don’t have to make your bed.
Are they lazy or smart?
I am biased…I did the same thing when I was young.
Look at my perfect child. Singing to the hymns in Sacrament. He is handsome and good and my best work.
Fast forward three hours…
Look at my naughty child. Playing in his underwear in the street, with the friend he smuggled into our car from church, who we didn’t know about until we got home. He is naughty, and inappropriate, and still…my best work.
There is nothing like a little incentive, to get the best possible Saturday morning chores out of my kids!
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