Gold Medal Day

On Saturday Aerin graduated from Intermediate to Advanced level in gymnastics. Click on the link below to see more pictures:

From Gold Medal Day

Annoying little ...

Whenever I have a sore foot and hobble down the hall, Aerin rushes to my elbow, grabs my arm, and says, in a talking-to-baby voice, "Just a few more steps, old man."

Grumpy Gus

A couple mornings ago Brennen was rather tired and grumpy. Aerin was either trying to cheer him up or annoy him. It's hard to tell. She said, "Imagine Dad dancing La Cucaraca ... in Spandex!"

It got him laughing.

Laundry Day

Aerin walked into Dallin's bedroom, aka Tracy's office, aka the laundry sorting and folding room, saw Tracy sorting eight loads of laundry, and said, "She's trapped in a world of laundry!"

More Truth

During dinner last night we were discussing Dallin's mission. Then the conversation drifted to the "fragility" of the boys in Aerin's grade. Aerin said, "Boys go on missions so they can learn not to be babies."

Hot!

Tracy accidentally bought a jar of hot salsa last week. Aerin insisted on smothering her nachos in it, since she "likes hot stuff". I was feeding Brennen and eating my tri-tip sandwich, and not paying much attention, when suddenly I noticed Aerin running around wiping her tongue with a napkin. Then she grabbed a piece of the cold tri-tip from the counter and started massaging her tongue.

I'm not sure it's going to stop her from doing it again, though.

Pictures!

Aerin took some pictures (click to view them all):

Aerin's Pictures

Are we that bad?

We didn't make Aerin listen to all of General Conference, just President Monson's address during the Sunday morning session and all of the Sunday afternoon session. About 1 minute into President Monson's morning talk, Aerin disappeared into the kitchen. We were about to go after her when she reappeared with a huge kleenex ball and tossed handfuls at Tracy and me.

A few minutes later, she fetched a kleenex for herself.