Lewis Spring Break!

This past week was spring break for Eric and it coincided perfectly with Steve's ASU interview and SUU's spring break. This meant that Grandma and Grandpa Lewis, Steve, and Katie all took a trip to visit us in Phoenix. It was warm enough to swim, which made the kids VERY happy!

We also took a walk at the Riparian Preserve to see the birds and feed the ducks.

Dad, is that the infamous 'Matterhorn hat' or just its newer cousin? Must be the latter because it doesn't look smashed enough to be the former.

Dad, Steve, and Katie also took Eric to a Spring Training baseball game, which he loved--once he got a hot dog, that is. They had great seats down near the field, but Eric thinks the best seats are near the top, so that was a minor setback. While they were gone, mom, Lily, and I went to a local quilt show at a little Museum, then to the Bosch store and a quilting shop. We found Japanese Katsu Don for dad and ate at Bucca di Beppo's with everyone. As always, they were so generous and I am sure they spent more money on us than we spent hosting them! Thanks again for visiting--we love you. And to all of you suffering from cold weather during spring break, you know where to go next year, right? 'Nuf said.

Tooth #2

Some of you may remember our post several weeks ago about Eric losing his first tooth. As you can see, it didn't take long for #2 to follow. His excitement was tempered by reality this time. He knew that it would probably only be "a bill" under his pillow, instead of a trillion dollars--although if Obama's bailout plan goes awry, inflation may make Eric's expectation a reality by the time he loses his last tooth.

It seems, however, that Eric wasn't without a plan. After collecting his bill from under his pillow, he went to the dollar store with Jen. And what did he come home with?

A slot machine of course. Apparently he intends to get his trillion dollars one way or another. Since the tooth fairy didn't get the job done, he'll just gamble his way to the top.

Princess Wars

We were visiting Grandma and Grandpa awhile back and the kids pulled out Spencer's old Star Wars toys. Our kids haven't seen the movies yet (some people may consider this a serious offense), but it didn't take the boys long to figure out how to use the guns. Lily, on the other hand, didn't know quite what to do with the toys at first. She settled right in; however, when we explained that the figure wearing white with her hair done up in buns was a princess. What ensued was a rather original remake of the Star Wars series, although I'm not sure that Comic-Con attendees would approve of Lily's interpretation.

Scene 1:

Princess Lea dons a disguise and then confronts a devious robot masquerading as a princess. She disposes of the impostor in a not-so-princess-like fashion. (It sounds like some people haven't been able to tell what Lily says at the end of this clip. What she says is, "You not a Princess. I shoot you!")

Scene 2:

The Emperor's twin sister, who just happens to be Snow White's evil step-mother, is up to her poison apple shenanigans again. But she finds that Princess Lea is not quite the fainting flower that Snow White is. She fakes her death, then jumps up and blasts the evil witch with her laser gun.

Having vanquished two foes, Princess Lea heads off to turbo kickboxing class and Jamba Juice.

We've only scratched the surface here, Mr. Lucas, give us a call when you are ready to film #7-9.

Adventures in Daddysitting

Scene: Busy hospital reception area. A nurse, Jennifer, has just been paged to answer a personal call.

Jen: Hello?

Husband (on phone): Hey, how are you doing honey?

Jen: Oh, not the best day.

Husband: Really, uh . . . sorry to hear that. Why's that?

Jen: It's been kind of crazy around here today. Nothing too bad, just kind of stressful.

Husband: Oh, okay, umm . . . I was just calling with a question. If someone needed stitches would you take them to the pediatrician's office or an urgent care?

Unfortunately this isn't a poorly written excerpt from a mid-season sitcom replacement. This is a poorly written excerpt from last Friday.

Alec was meeting at a McDonalds "restaurant" with an extremely thoughtful professor, who had suggested this meeting place to accommodate a dad who was taking care of his kids for the day. Things were actually going quite smoothly at one point. The kids were stuffing their messy faces with a cinnamon roll and climbing around on the play set. The meeting was productive. In fact we were just about to wrap things up when Lily climbed up on a bench and tried to step from one bench to another. Apparently her foot didn't make a solid connection with the bench; however, on the way down her head did. Things are now running a little less smoothly. Alec's next 5 minutes run as follows:

• Pick daughter up off of the floor. Assess damage.
  
• Clean up blood running down her face and apply pressure to the wound with sandpaper quality McDonalds napkins.
• Ignore customers who are craning their necks to see why that little girl is screaming bloody murder.
• Help son put on his shoes, gather up daughter's shoes, pack stuff up in backpack--all while comforting daughter and maintaining pressure on the wound.
• Apologize profusely to professor, who is apologizing profusely herself, even though this is in no way her fault.
• Buckle daughter in the car seat, buckle son in booster seat, and give daughter a crash course in first aid so that she can apply pressure to her own wound.
  
• Drive. Turn around every 3 seconds to remind daughter to keep pressure on her wound. She seems to be doing a good job of keeping pressure on her nose, cheek and hair. Unfortunately, the cut is in none of those places.
• Physically readjust her hand every 3 seconds to keep pressure in right place.
• Call wife to ask where the nearest urgent care is and realize he doesn't have insurance card.
  

And that takes us back to where we started.

A close up of Lily's stitches--2 on the surface, 1 sub dermal.

Luckily she was back to her normal self pretty quickly. This was taken at a Sun Devil's game that night.

Amazingly it appears that she still trusts/loves her Dad.

Mom, on the other hand, is not so sure and is definitely ready to call it a day.