October 9

October 9, 2011
Dear Family and Friends,

Hurricane: Hurricane likes to go to t-Ball. He gets to sit on a blanket and play with the other children while Underfoot has t-Ball practice. He likes t-Ball better than the Zoo. Funny Hurricane story for the week- during the passing period at church, Hurricane was so excited to see his friends that he took off without us. He found his way to the room, only to find it empty.

Underfoot: Underfoot likes t-Ball too. This week was his first t-Ball practice. Underfoot got a book from the library. He has memorized the book and will “read” it to anyone that will sit still. Mama thinks this is the first step in reading. At least she is hoping so.

Mama: Mama has been busy all week with her new calling. On Saturday night she finally finished the Visiting Teaching schedule (much to my relief!) She went with some other ladies (and their children) to the zoo and had a picnic. Thursday they played at the local park (not in our HOA) so they could make it to the local library bus.

The wind was so strong! One child took her shoes off and the wind blew them away. (It was the same day Utah got snow.) On Saturday she drove all over town getting parts and price checking tires for the Pilot.

Sweetheart: On Friday night I worked on Fred. On Saturday morning Mama discovered that the Pilot had a flat tire. Not low, flat. No air at all. I discovered the cause- a 3 inch long nail. Since Fred was on the jack stands, I had to use several blocks of wood to support the Pilot while Mama went into town to get the flat tire fixed.

It turns out that the tire place won’t fix a flat tire when the steel is separating from the tire and it needs to be replaced altogether. So, we got 4 new tires instead of 1 flat fix. This took all day, along with a trip to an auto parts store to get one more part for Fred.

We went to bed some time after 10. I worked on Fred for the better part of 10 hours. I think he’s better. Hopefully, the parts replaced will help Fred last a little longer. This email comes to you a little later than intended. Hurricane treated us to some sass, throwing mom’s nail polish bag across the room. Does anyone know how to get black nail polish off of cheap carpet?

Be Well.