On Saturday night we tuned in to watch BYU play SDSU for the third time.
We were excited and hoped for a really good game.
Bear was really into it.
He'd been wearing his basketball clothes all day.
(Though his jersey was a Jazz jersey and not a BYU jersey.)
We have a miniature basketball hoop that he was shooting hoops at while he waited for the game to start and then continued to do so during the commercials.
As excited as he was,
he was frustrated with BYU from the very beginning.
Because they didn't score the first points,
and because they just couldn't seem to ever catch up.
He started crying with disappointment almost immediately.
I happened to have Supermans ipad 2 and remembering that it has the capability to video,
I took the opportunity to do so.
I probably recorded ten minutes or so in total.
The You Tube video only shows two and a half minutes of that.
Not only did I record with the ipad 2, I also edited using imovie.
I can work with it really well on my computer, but am not yet used to navigating it on the ipad 2.
So I did the best I could.
Which was only okay.
Had I edited on my computer I would have cut my own comments out of the video, lol!
So after I posted the video to You Tube,
Superman insisted it was news worthy.
He sent the link to several news stations and people.
In one day we have had over a thousand views of the You Tube video,
that number has now grown to almost 2 thousand!
Alright it's not a million, but still.
2 thousand is a lot!
Although I think the video is soooo funny, I hesitate to tell Bear that he was on the news.
I don't want him to be embarrassed.
Just the same when we watch their next game I am sure BYU will win and I will be sure to get video of Bear excited and cheering instead of crying, lol!
And I'll record it with the ipad 2,
because he doesn't realize that I am recording him.
Lol, on Saturday he thought I was just playing around on it.
That is why he looks at it and asks to play angry birds.
I can't wait for the blistering heat of the summer to cook away all this sadness. The refreshing scent of flowers to wrap around and hold us tight. The sound of children's laughter carried by the wind reminding us of simple, happy, fun. For now the memories will suffice. I'll look forward with anticipation, while holding my family closely and praying for us and them dear to me.
Well I can't say that I haven't taught my kids about hygiene.
I have taught my kids about good oral hygiene.
I have taught my kids the importance of using soap when they bathe.
I have taught my kids about wearing clean clothes.
I have taught my kids to wash their hands frequently.
So when I tell you this story you must keep in mind that it's really my own fault.
It's 3:30 in the afternoon.
I am hosting cub scouts at my house.
Fenix is normally taking a nap at this time, but has opted for an early waking.
Bear is playing on my ipad instead of watching TV downstairs.
Lyon is alone downstairs, unsupervised, watching TV.
My hands are full keeping Fenix out of trouble and staying in the general vicinity of the scouts so as to have "two leaders deep" for the scouts and leaders protection....
Anyway, at some point I hear water running.
Alarms go off in my head.
Lyon is alone downstairs and he likes to play in water.
Visions of flooding fill my mind.
I hustle downstairs to find Lyon standing on a step ladder at the bathroom sink.
He is dumping a cup of water on his chest.
He is butt naked.
Turns out the kid is just trying to wash up after he accidentally pooped his pants.
Probably using the method I used to rinse my kids off
the last time we went swimming and the shower didn't work.
(We were at an indoor pool and you are supposed to rinse off before you go into the pool. I was in the family changing bathroom which had a toilet, shower, and a sink. the floor was full of drains. Because the shower didn't work I used my hands as a cup and got warm water from the sink to splash on them.)
Lyon is not in the habit of pooping his pants, that day in particular he had just had way too many oranges and couldn't make it to the toilet in time.
So he's got poop all over his backside and he thinks that he can wash up by
dumping cups of water down his front side.
I don't have drains in the floor in our bathroom.
To say that there was a big mess is an understatement.
So what do I do?
I've got scouts going on upstairs,
I've got Fenix in my arms,
there just isn't enough of me to go around.
I do the best I can.
I put Lyon in the bath,
I throw a towel on the floor,
I run back upstairs to tend to the scouts.
After a minute I go back down stairs.
Back and forth, back and forth.
I don't blame Lyon.
I taught my kid good hygiene,
he was just trying to get clean.
So yes, I blame myself, in a good way.
He could have been sitting in a pile of &*IT,
on the carpet.
I'd much rather clean water off the bathroom floor, lol!