Homecoming

I've waited a few days to post Scott's homecoming pictures because I've been waiting for a friend to email me a picture of his whole group, but I'm going to forget to ever post them if I don't do it now, so here they are. Maybe I'll add the group shot later, or you can see it on facebook, if you're Scott's "friend." When I was at the dinner location (a friend's back yard) at the appointed time to take pictures, as you can see, only five of the twelve couples had arrived, and we were on our way to a wedding so I couldn't wait around.

Scott and Avery

All 24 sacked out in our back yard after the dance watching a movie. John rigged a giant screen with a king-sized sheet and pvc pipe and hung it from our deck. By all reports a great time was had by all.

Digging Spuds

Grandpa L. invited Matt to come help him dig up his potatoes today. Matt had never seen how potatoes grow, so he was interested to go help. Grandpa turned over the soil with his pitchfork and Matt spotted and picked up the potatoes. They made quite a team. This was a spot of ground where Grandpa has tried in the past to grow giant pumpkins, so he has used lots of fertilizer there. As a result, there were lots of giant red potatoes to be found!

After they were done Grandpa gave Matt his old 1879 silver dollar that he's had for years and years. He said that his grandpa used to give him a quarter for working with him, so with inflation it's only fair that Matthew gets a dollar. He had made a cute little case for it out of a round piece of wood with a place drilled out that exactly fits the coin. It will be a treasure for Matt. My kids are so lucky to have both sets of grandparents so near. They are such a positive influence in their lives.

Does Punctuation Matter?

In honor of National Punctuation Day, September 24:

Dear Jack,
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy - will you let me be yours? -Jill

Dear Jack,

I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men I yearn! For you I have no feelings whatsoever. When we're apart I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?
Yours, Jill

Flashback Friday

February 2002

This second picture was a major triumph. A normal smile from Kevin. At this period in time that was an accomplishment. See above.

Football

Since Scott is the kicker on the high school JV team, it's a little hard to get many good action shots of him, since, let's be honest, PAT opportunities have been a little scarce for the Tigers this year. I could have taken a lot of shots of his cute backside on the sideline, but that lacks a little drama. Over the past few games I have been able to gather a few highlights, however. Here is Scott in action on some kick offs and PATs.

All of his PATs have been good except when the following happens:

In case you couldn't tell, it was hilarious. The snap went over Scott's shoulder -worst I've ever seen. I think it's the only hit Scott's had to take all year.

An Answer

He's annoyed that I'm taking his picture. That's why I couldn't take time to focus. You'd think he'd be used to it by now.

He "popped" the question with his name in a bag of popcorn.

Flashback Friday

Lane Family Reunion at unfinished cabin
1995 (I think)

A lot of changes since then. I had to post this because of Grandma and Aunt Dot. I miss them. Oh and because of Kevin's mustache. I forgot about that.

Tough Guys

The ongoing "discussion" in our house for the past week or so has been over Homecoming. Specifically the upcoming Homecoming dance. Scott is a junior and so, I believe, duty bound to make some sweet girl's high school experience complete by asking her to the dance. He has gone back and forth between: yes, I'm going, it's too expensive, no one else is going, okay, we're all going, now no one's going, and, I swear, mom, if you say one more word I'm not going. The fact is, all these tough guys want to go, but no one wants to be the first to ask, or end up being the only one. This is the first boys' choice dance for most, if not all, of them. Over the weekend most of them finally got up the resolve, and everything seemed to solidify at school yesterday, because at about 8:30 last night about 8 excited and slightly nervous football players showed up at my house with an assortment of balloons, cereal boxes, posters and the like. They finished up all their various projects, Scott and a friend had to flip a coin because they were going to ask the same girl, (Scott won, but conceded because he didn't really care), they got a little advice and moral support (and pizza), and then were off to make a bunch of girls happy. All at the same time.

Flashback Friday

Labor Day picnic on Antelope Island

September 2005

This is the size the kids were when we first moved to Ogden -five years and many inches ago

Labor Day Weekend at the Cabin

Cousins, Grandma and Grandpa, games, 4-wheelers, cool mountain air, good food, BB guns, more games, laundry facilities for Camille, what more could you ask for?

Flashback Friday

I love this picture from 18 years ago this month. Camille had just started walking and her hair was just long enough to get a tiny curl. Looking back, I think about how much she needed me then for every aspect of her life. Now that she has moved out I sometimes wonder how much she needs me these days. Of course you always need your mother, and I love the random texts and phone calls I get for cooking instructions and other questions, but the truth is that, no, she doesn't need me the way she used to, and I guess that's a good thing. I'm glad she's entering this new, exciting, independent phase of her life. Now I need to do the same thing. :) (As well as enjoy the fact that I still have 3 (4?) boys at home who need me a lot - although they might not like to admit it sometimes!)

September 1992

Saying Goodbye to Summer

Since school is back in session and it's September I guess it's time to face the fact that summer is over. That's actually okay with me since fall is my favorite time of year. I'm not looking forward to what's next, but I'll just enjoy the slightly cooler weather and not look too far ahead. But before I let summer go entirely, I thought I'd post a few random pictures from this summer that never made it into any blog posts, but that I kind of like.

Oh, I remember this. Ugh. What a lot of work. The kids were such a big help in redoing our landscaping and we're quite pleased with the results.

Matthew's Cub Scouts Space Derby. Kind of like a Pinewood Derby but with rockets. That go sideways.

This jacket came all the way from Russia just for Camille. There is a member there who was a friend of my parents named Kostya (sp?) who loves soccer. When he saw some of the pictures of Camille playing soccer on this blog on my parents computer he was impressed. He would always ask about her. This was his jacket from the time the Rostov team was in the championship. He asked my parents to send it to Camille. We took this picture of Camille and sent it back to him with her thank you note.

Camille and Matt snuggled up watching fireworks on the 4th of July.

Scott was thrilled, THRILLED, I say, to be able to participate with 3000 other area youth in the Youth Spectacular in the Weber State Stadium in July. His major, pivotal part was as one of the flag holders in the finale. If you look hard you can see them, in navy t-shirts, holding the large country flags. I thought it was actually a wonderful event, once all the trillion practices were over and we got to actually watch it all together.

More sunset pictures. The deck's a wonderful place to be, as long as it's not a hot, late summer afternoon.

A rainbow during one of Kevin's soccer tournament games in Park City.

Camille and Kevin carting out a big tray of watermelon that Camille lovingly prepared before Grandma and Grandpa's open house after their mission homecoming. I guess I was visiting too much, because this is the only picture I took the whole time.

Another tournament. This time in West Jordan.

Matt receiving his Wolf badge.

And that's all folks. On to fall!!