Dedicated to my mother
When it’s 100 degrees and humid with no air conditioning- it’s too hot.
When your baby boy has a wet (sweaty) head all day long even in just his diaper- it’s too hot.
When 5 year olds at a birthday party would rather sit in front of the fan than play games in the water- it’s too hot.
When a bowl of ice cream at every meal is just not enough -it’s too hot.
When my arm sticks to this desk table as I write even at 9:00 at night with 8 FANS running in my house it’s too hot.
When I am willing to leave my screenless doors open wide for all the Crane flies on the west coast to get in through, just to cool my house down, it’s TOO HOT.

We’ve been spending extra time down at Grandma and Grandpa Wesel’s house this summer.   
Ice cream x 3.

Blue Jeans in his favorite chair.  Grandma thinks it’s her chair. 
Boy is she wrong.

The older boys and I went to the the state capitol one day.

My what a big head you have, George!

1. On the way to church Dad was teaching the boys about the Liahona and Go Go said, “It’s just like a GPS!”

2. Don’t Mess with Superman.

3. Our Peeping Tom

For the past several weeks we’ve been working on this tooth. Dad tried the pliers, an old family tradition, I’m told, and one that I think is horrible to the extreme. But who am I to stand in the way of tradition.

Finally today Mr. Pres worked on it for about half an hour at which point Dad went in with the pliers again and it just fell out into his hands with nary a pull. And here it is! Tooth #1 for the Tooth Fairy’s stash!

Sorry for the close-up, but this was the best we could get. Later when we were talking to Grandma and Grandpa on the phone, Grandpa tried to explain the concept of inflation and the tooth fairy to Mr. Pres and I was hearing amounts of $5.oo thrown around! What Grandpa doesn’t know is that the Tooth Fairy already used up her part of the stimulus package, it didn’t help at all, and she is now asking grandparents to chip in to offset inflation.

Go Go’s commentary on the event:
“Wow! He’s almost an adult now!”
When we were discussing the gaping hole in Mr. President’s mouth he said, “Gaping holes are good.”

Mr. President’s commentary on the event:
“Now my toothbrush will get stuck 2059 times!”

Go Go decided tonight to jump off the ladder of the bunk bed and managed to really hurt his foot in the process. In his hysterical crying all we could get out of him was that “Mr. President told me to do it!” So, in an effort to teach him an important principle, I asked him what he would do if Mr. Pres told him to take a knife and stick it in his eye. He of course said he wouldn’t do that and so I tried to explain that just because someone tells you to do something stupid, does not mean you should do it and it is not their fault if you get hurt! Go Go was still basically hysterical while I was trying to impart this wisdom to him and I guess I should have taken that as my sign to teach the principle at another time when he was a bit more receptive. He walked away from me, went down the hall where he yelled at Mr. Pres, “Don’t tell me to to poke my eye out with a knife!” and then clocked Mr. Pres on the head.

Maybe we’ll try to teach that important principle again another day… but we’ll at least wait until Go Go comes out of Time Out.