I haven't blogged in a week, and since most of the past six days are a total blur, I checked my phone to see if any pictures on it might jog my memory of what the heck I have been doing. And after a few seconds of scanning the pictures I realized that Cindy uses my camera phone. A LOT. So according to Cindy, here is what went down in Sweeneyville. Monday
Cindy and Luke found a new hiding place in the backyard.
These bushes have suddenly become the Xanadu they have been searching for.
(Cindy read the book Hunger Games and is now obsessed with dressing and acting like Katniss Everdeen. Including living in the wilderness with a bow and arrow and also carving her name into trees with dull sticks.)
Cindy used my phone to take a picture of the clothes she put in the laundry. It was such a special load. Thank goodness we have this photo to remember it by.
The sky was on fire with the most miraculously gorgeous sunset in the history of the world. And this camera phone picture really captures it, doesn't it? Good try, Cindy. I really was in.credible.
Luke finished his school project of making a diorama of his chosen habitat- The Desert.
It had rocks, a cactus, a giant roadrunner and a scorpion as big as a wolf.
The only thing it was missing was a tiny scale model of the Scottsdale, AZ Mission Home :)
Cindy took some very close up pictures of a golf ball.
It was another riveting week of basketball on Saturday for Cindy and Luke. Luke's team, who has two kids that will declare for the NBA draft next year, played a team that I don't think has really even heard of basketball before. It was one of the most unfortunate mismatches in recent rec ball history. Thank heavens they do not keep score because the scoreboard doesn't even go that high. By the 4th period (out of 6) the coach had told the two stars that they could not longer do layups, so the passing began. One of the kids was trying so hard to pass the ball to Luke for a steady 5 minutes. (For which this mom will be forever grateful.) It was a sweet gesture for this kid to make and Luke finally held on to the ball long enough and mustered the strength of a mustard seed and scored a goal. I don't have a picture of the moment, but this is basically how it looked so it will work just fine:
Actually, Cindy did manage to snap a few pictures with my cell phone and here is Luke guarding his matching yellow player. They match them up by size, but that ginger was the shortest guy on the other team. Luke was on him like peanut butter on rice.
Cindy's game was another barn burner. No joking aside, Luke's team would handily beat Cindy's team if they ever went head to head. 2nd grade boys play with an intensity to get the ball like it is a bomb made of candy and filled with Legos. Nothing. will. stop. them. Cindy's group is very polite, they don't like getting too aggressive and not really any of them can actually do a layup. However, they fall down about 97% less, so it's a pleasant form of entertainment. Cindy does very well and really runs, steals and shoots pretty darn good. I am very proud of her for giving it her all. And my goal for next week is to take at least one picture of her playing so as to prove to her than I do not love Luke more.
1. Life can be cruel, but soccer will utterly rip your heart out.
2. Cindy is actually pretty decent at basketball! (As long as she can wear yoga capris.)
3. Luke is the only kid I know that can completely assemble, disassemble, reassemble, disassemble and then reassemble the LEGO X-Wing Fighter without losing a single solitary piece.
4. My piano has, and I quote, "Probably never been tuned in its life. Wow."
5. Never stop at the lone gas station just outside of Frostproof on Hwy 27 late at night. Things get weird.
Back when Luke was selling his drawings, he was commissioned to draw a minion pushing a lawnmower and also the Taj Mahal. How did those turn out you may wonder? See for yourself!
Sorry for the inferior photo quality, but I took these in Sacrament meeting right before I delivered the goods. I just couldn't let them these escape without even attempting to capture their greatness.