Memories

There have been a few events that transpired on this trip that I don't want to forget. I'll be posting photos once I am finally back into my routine at home, but my memories about these events that don't have photos to accompany them need to be recorded before I forget the details.

Tooth Fairy Expectations
While visiting the Tueller family in Idaho, Zac lost his other bottom tooth. Fun! He was very excited for the tooth fairy to come again. I didn't have the resources to do anything very fun, like the little fairy card, but I did have a quarter on hand, that I left all by itself on his pillow. I woke to a very humorous scene--picture it with me if you will:
Imagine, a small bed made of egg-carton foam next to my bed, piled high with quilts to keep a 5 year old boy warm when we sleep at elevations of 7,420 feet above sea level. Now imagine said 5-year-old straddling this whole bed (being careful not to step on it) holding a desk lamp (that was once sitting on my night stand) high above his head, turned on, sweeping the light beam back and forth across the bed. I woke to this scene (as his sweeping kept hitting my eye level), and asked him what he was doing.
"Just trying to make sure the tooth fairy didn't leave something else." I let him know I was pretty sure that he could rest knowing he only got a quarter, but he was undettered. Sigh.

The Milky Way
My new brother-in-law and I had decided that since the family home needed more milk in the fridge, we would go get it. Neither of us had ever accomplished this feat, but had followed a family member out to the barn before to watch. We decided, that as implants to the family, we'd go out to the barn together and get the milk--trying to be really helpful.
Well, we got to the barn and looked at the enormous cooling tank that the milk was housed in. I stated that I'd hold the pitcher, if he'd control the milk flow. It looked simple enough.
As he turned the knob all the way on, the high pressure of the milk sprayed into the pitcher and back out again, all over us, the floor, the tank...etc. We kept trying to adjust the pressure, but were just making a bigger mess (and wasting a bunch of milk--Sorry Lon!!). Keep in mind that if the spout is turned all the way on, it's pumping into a large milk truck, not into a little pitcher. By the time we had the pitcher full, we had milk all over our clothes as well as the barn. We washed it down with the VERY hot water hose, and then ran into the house to hide the evidence (washing ourselves!) I wish we had the whole event on camera, but the description will have to suffice.

Learning Spanish
Chayce loves Dora the Explorer. I don't, but that's OK. She (Chayce, not Dora--although she might claim to be...) recieved a lollipop from her grandparents, turned to me and said:
"Lovely-pop is how you say lollipop in Spanish, Mom."