"You wanna see my......."

So our little Ty the guy has a really hard time saying his "c" and "k" and "g" sounds. We try to help him and say it slower and all that, but it isn't really helping. He can say the sounds by themselves, but putting them altogether in a word is a different story.

Ty also loves his kittens. There are about four left that haven't "disappeared" and whenever anybody comes over ty always runs up to them yelling (he doesn't have a quiet voice), "DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY TITTIES?" um...........WHAT?! Mostly people laugh and laugh and then want him to say it again (as if he really didn't say it the first time). Ty, of course, has no clue and patiently asks them again......this time saying he has LOTS of TITTIES. :) Don't know what to do with him and don't know what I would do without him! Obviously in the above picture he is sad because Kace is holding his tittie and he wants to be the one to hold it. All is well when he gets his way (see bottom photo)!

Pianoman Kace

Kace has been playing the piano for one year now. He started at the beginning of 1 grade taking lessons from Carolyn Francom. She is WONDERFUL! I haven't really had to bug him (too much) about practicing. He has picked up on it quick and is a good little pianist!

A month before school got out a talent show flyer came home and I asked him if he wanted to do anything for the show. He said, yes, and then tried to decide what he should do. Piano, singing, tell jokes, juggle, hit a ball. He finally concluded that he would play the piano. I was pleased with his choice, mainly because it FREAKED ME OUT to play the piano in front of people when I was younger. I remember the music lady calling me weekly and every time I she called I would get an anxious feeling in my stomach, knowing that I should say yes, but always saying no. I was just too scared. My fingers would go cold and clammy and I would basically FREAK OUT! So I was really pleased that Kace would WANT to do this.

He had a piano recital a couple of weeks after that. He is always nervous about the bow and it is always pretty funny :)

chickens and the vet

Last Sunday we went to Nate's cousin's homecoming talk and then came back to our house with the rest of the Jones family to celebrate Father's Day. We started out by looking at the shed that we are building (or the "great and spacious"-that's what I call it)! It is coming along nicely and they should be done framing by the end of this week. :)



Anyway, we were all sitting outside enjoying the beautiful weather when Donene (Nate's mom) wrote her name on the back of their camp chairs (she was going to girls camp that week and wanted her chair's to still be her's when she got home). So Ty wanted to write his name on his chair as well, I didn't want that so much, and there was this chicken that was running around in the front yard so Nate said, "Go chase that chicken and color on it!" That's what every little boy wants to hear so Ty took off with a big grin on his face. Imagine our SHOCK when he got the chicken and actually started coloring on it. Caitlin said, "It has got to be sick to let him just run up and grab it like that."

So the next day I went over to the Roberts' to take something back to Kim and left Kace home to do his chores and I accidentally left my cell phone in the car. So after visiting for a little bit (okay it was probably a little longer than that) I asked Keaton (Kim's son) to call Kace and make sure he was okay and still staying on task finishing his jobs. I heard Keaton start laughing and said something about a chicken. I then asked to talk to him and heard a tearful Kace tell me that the chicken was sick and one died and that he wanted to call the vet. I said we can't call the vet for a chicken. That was when he told me that he already had called the vet. WHAT SEVEN YEAR OLD WOULD CALL A VET?!

He looked the number up in the phone book (didn't know he could do that!), called, and then explained to whoever answered the phone his chicken situation. Thankfully, they told him that he needed to ask his mom first. :)

When I called Nate and told him that Kace had called the vet for the sick chicken his response was, "No, no, no, no, NO! Not for a CHICKEN!" It was a pretty classic "Kace" experience. Leave it to Kace to take matters into his own hands :)

I know most of you have probably already read about this incident on facebook, but I wanted to have it in my "journal" so I always remember it. :)

Tender Mercies

Last weekend started out like any other weekend. We went to Kace's piano recital (more about that later) Saturday morning, got our chores done and then Kace and Nate went fishing. Ty and I were just hanging out when our neighbor called to see if we wanted to go to Willard and go boating. Of course we did!

So after we had been there awhile (Ty LOVED the idea of going on a "motor boat" and went around the house shouting and jumping up and down). Ty and his friend Olivia decided that they wanted to ride on the tube. After instructing that Kim and I did not the kids to have a bad experience and wanted to go really slow (and we didn't want to get wet.....the water was COLD and I am a wimp). So we got on and went. It was so slow that it was almost boring, but the kids had a good time.
About an hour later they wanted to ride again. Not really wanting to get on the tube again we sent them with another neighbor Jace, who was there with us. He sat in the middle and had a kid on each side. Two teenage girls were on the back of the tube on their knees. We were going along just swimmingly when I saw that the nose of the tube was starting to go under water. I started getting nervous and was saying to Kim, "Kim, go faster, they're going under. Go faster!" Not knowing this is NOT what you are supposed to do in this situation. (You are actually supposed to cut the engine and the buoyancy of the tube will pop the rope back out of the water--glad to know that now!)
Anyway, she started going a little bit faster (we were still going really slow) and they all slid off. Jace grabbed both Ty and Livy's hand, but Ty got sucked under the boat and Livy slid over by the side of the tube. Ty didn't come up. I started getting nervous and started shouting, "Where's TY? Where's TY?" Everyone started shouting that and he just never came up. He was stuck underneath the tube. One of the girls felt him and tried kicking him across the tube and they all tried moving the tube, but it wouldn't move. Kim (When Ty tells this story he lovingly refers to her as "Tim" as he has troubles with the K sound :) ) jumped in the water and swam out there while I was still standing frozen and frozen on the boat. I don't know exactly when he popped up, but he did and everyone in the near vicinity knew that he was okay because you could hear him. Both kids were hysterical (although liv was ready to get back on the tube after about a 1/2 hour). It was a very scary experience. My heart still races when I think about what could have happened.

The next day was Father's Day and we went to Trenton to my mom and dad's after church. We were all enjoying a little entertainment by the "tire rollers" when we noticed that Ty wasn't playing with his tractor in the sand. He had decided that he needed to go get some hay across the street. So Heidi and Clayton said that they would go over and pick him up on the 4-wheeler. When they got there they put him on in front of Clayton and then Clayton turned around to hand Heidi Ty's tractor and while he was turned around Ty decided that he would crank on the gas. Not a smart move. They lurched forward and almost hit a cement wall. By that time Clayton was able to turn around and steered them away from the second wall and hit the brakes, but it was too late. They were still going pretty fast and the 4-wheeler flipped. You can see Heidi's side of the story HERE .

So we were all still sitting outside when Clayton walked into the back and said, "Now nobody panic, but I think we are going to go to the hospital." Then he removed his hand from his head and this is what we saw.

(Clayton ended up getting 5 staples in his head that night and has a broken rib.)

I really didn't think he was serious. Then I saw the blood and knew it was for real. Then Heidi walked into the backyard carrying Tydon and she was all dirty and bleeding from some scrapes. They then told us the story about what happened.

Clayton was really shook up about it, thinking about what could have happened. I was that way the night before I kept picturing Ty in the water. Not very good thoughts. It makes you appreciate how precious life is and how fast it could be snatched away.

I really believe that Clayton helped shield Ty from being hurt worse and that he is a hero in my eyes. I also believe that there was some divine intervention and was given the distinct impression that we were given a gift. When I think about it I can't believe that they all weren't hurt worse. Ty only had a couple of scrapes on his arms and legs. He had some road rash on his arm. But really wasn't hurt and didn't really cry until we started washing him up. He now has a band-aid on all of his "owies". When he says his prayers he says, "Sorry that Clay-on got hurt. Sorry that Heidi got hurt." He is a very sweet little boy.

I was given the distinct impression that we were given a gift and we should see this as a blessing.

"When you are doing what's right on and off the field........magic happens." I just thought I would throw this classic quote in :) Not saying that we are doing what is right all the time, but we are trying and good things have definitely happened. We are very very blessed. Who could resist this adorable little face. I hug him a little tighter and appreciate each moment a little more. I am so grateful to my Father in Heaven for the gift he gave our family this weekend.

Your own kind of beautiful

Sunday I had the opportunity to go and listen to Elder Jeffrey R Holland give a fireside for the youth in our area. It was such an incredible opportunity and he is such a great speaker. When I came home I was sharing my spiritual enlightening with my family. He told all the YM that they WERE going to go on a mission. Every young man in that room IS going to serve. He said it in a very loving, but firm sort of way. He talked about temple marriage and not rejecting that gift that God gave to us. And he said how good and beautiful everyone in the audience looked at least 6 times.
So when we were eating dinner that Sunday and I said that he said how good everyone looked Kace said very matter of factly, "Well, I'm not beautiful. I don't look good. I'm UGLY"

I was shocked. I asked him what gave him that idea and he said, "I don't have that good looking of a face. Not like.......(and then he names a couple of his friends). He also mentioned that he didn't like his smile. I felt so bad. Why would a 7 year old think that he is ugly?

I asked him if someone has told him he was ugly and he said, "No. I just think that."
I don't think it really bothers him that he thinks that, it is just his opinion of himself. What I don't get is that I tell him over and over how handsome he is. I am also surprised that this is the first time he has said ANYTHING like this.

So we had a learning experience and hopefully he has now learned that Heavenly Father doesn't make anything UGLY! Least of all MY KACE!

We've obviously been to the Dinosaur Park recently :)

Little Beggars

Kace had a baseball game and all (those that know Ty know that this would actually be ALL the entire duration of the game) Ty was asking me if he could get a treat from the concessions. I always said, "No, I didn't bring any money." It's smart not to bring money to these types of events.
FINALLY, the last time he asked for a treat I said, "If they will just give you one you can have one." That was good enough for him.....and his 2 friends that were also asking their mom for a treat. They ran over to beg.

The older boy is actually buying something. The other three are just begging for hand-outs.

It worked. And they were pretty proud of themselves. Luckily this is the only field we play on that has concessions so this won't be a regular occurrence.

Soccer Days.

I always loved soccer as a kid and couldn't wait for it to start. BUT, I couldn't believe it when Kace's soccer started again. It seemed too cold. But now it has come and gone and it is still cold. When I signed Kace up this year I wanted him to play with the older kids (2 and 3 graders) and told them we would coach if this could happen. When I went to pick up my coaching packet and soccer balls I looked at my list and it said K-1 grade. I went and mentioned to the rec director that I thought he was playing with the 2-3 grade league, but NOOOOO, they forgot and there was nothing we could do about it. Oh, well.
Kace really loved soccer. He does a really good job. Some highlights for the season were:

*Last year we had a problem with Kace not trying his hardest. He thought he was good enough, but this year he tried his hardest every single game.

*On the last game this kid came up to Kace and yelled, "YOU CAN'T PUSH. YOU PUSHED ME." Kace looked at him like he was crazy, said, "I didn't push." And the kid started CRYING! I was amazed. And just for the record, it happened right in front of me and there was no pushing.

*There was a time (probably more than once) that Kace did knock someone down. They were both fighting for the ball and is went out of bounds. Kace went back and offered his hand to help him up. Parents were shocked. What a good kid!

*Nearly every time he scored a goal he had this proud, chest puffed walk (strut) back to midfield. It was funny. I wish I would have gotten a better picture of it, but this was the best I could do.

*Kace loved being goalie, as did the rest of our team. Most of the time in time-outs and quarter breaks were spent fighting over who got to be goalie and/or begging to be goalie. We finally went to the system that if you asked, then you didn't get to be goalie. That seemed to work fairly well. Of course I am the mom, but Kace did a great job at goalie and had the best drop kicks of all :)

*After most games Ty would want us to get our chairs and come home and watch his soccer games. We have this goal in the front yard and he would go and kick the ball around and want us to watch him. He would also instruct us when to clap and cheer. It was pretty funny. By the time he was done he was pretty tuckered out. This is while he is eating his dinner (cold cereal-please tell me you have that for dinner sometimes at your houses too :) ). He has never done this, but I thought it was pretty funny!

Now on to baseball!