Father's Day

Bridget an I went to "What to expect when you're expecting" on a date last night.

Here are pictures from this mornings extravaganza.
Hide and seek


Chase chase.


More chasing.



Self snapshot with shoulder monkeys.






Church fun.



Some day



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Church assignment

Me: I am going to work in peanut butter factory.
Eli: Why?
Me: Because I love Heavenly Father and the poor.
Eli: So you are gonna give them peanut butter? Hahaha (laughing)

Four year old

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Conversation

Eli: Dad what's the biggest number?
Me: Infinity.
Eli (puzzled look): huh
Me: Infinity represents a concept that you can count forever and ever. You can always add one more.
Eli: I love you more than infinity.

Love that kid.


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All Sports Grill

Or should I say girl?

Free ice cream cones.

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Spider monkey

This had the coolest spider web. I should have called Discovery!

Podcast

Here are two awesome BYU devotional talks.

One is the history of the Marriott hotel chain. Listening to this makes me want to change fields.

One is about time, and what kind of impact we can have.

Both very motivating.

http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=128949523

http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=128949523




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Fighting

I was a referee in college for intramural sports. Basketball, wrestling, and co-ed water polo were the main sports. I played ball on high school, and was competitive. I understand the desire to compete, but I believed then (as I do now) that intramurals are just for fun. No one is recruiting from that league, no one remembers the score one year later (how sad if you do). So my reffing philosophy was let people play and try to prevent injury.

I got yelled at and, even at BYU, sworn at.

I am grateful for that experience because it prepared me for life as a parent. Then, as now, I was underpaid, yelled at, and spent a great deal of time separating infant bickering, kissing boo boos, and wondering what I was thinking.

There are days where my main objective is to keep two of them from going to the hospital, while the third is screaming from the sideline. Quite similar to the Richards Building and Smith Field House.

In fact I would recommend reffing as a parenting 101 boot camp. Throw in poopy diapers and crayons on the wall and you are ready for the first 4 years.