Triple Play Bubs

Brett and Rachel have officially moved down to SLC... they are staying with us until an apartment opens up. I figure I'll let them tell everyone the details on thier blog, if they ever get around to updating it.

The following is a list of things Brett has dominated me at since he moved in.

fooseball
raquetball

This list is likely to grow as time goes on... I didn't realize I was so bad at raquetball, I was like those guys that think they are way good singers, and then embarass themselves on American Idol.

Lincoln is getting real good at identifying letter sounds. He just picked up a magnetic P, and made the P sound, and then did the same thing with F. He isn't a big talker yet, he does have a few words he tries to say...

Mama
Dada
Amen
mar mar mar (marshmelows)
mo mo mo (more)

and so on.

Yesterday while I was umpiring at West Valley, I saw quite the show. I also saw two of my former students from last year. From seeing thier parents, I now understand more about them. That was a joke.

So bases are loaded, 0 outs, and a guy pops up to the shortstop, and promply says the F word. Knowing I have to toss him, I wait to see the play develop. I call infield fly, the shortstop catches the ball, for some reason, the guy at second is way off his base, and the shortstop goes there for the double play. The guy at third, seeing that the throw went to second, decides to tag up and try for home. The throw comes home, and easily gets him. My first ever triple play... the old F6-4-2.

Of course, the team that got the triple play turned against them, was arguing for some reason with me, whilst I was trying to find the batter, to break the bad news to him. I finally found him, and let him know he was gone for using the F-word. Now the team is real mad at me. They asked for a warning. I told them that this guy getting kicked out is a warning to the rest of them. For the rest of the night, that team hung around saying every swear word except the F-bomb, whenever possible to see if they could irritate me. Seems like a waste of a couple of hours, but I guess harrassing the umpire was more fun than going to the local bar.

In conclusion, I tossed a guy and called my first triple play, all on the same at bat. Hopefully Thursday at West Valley goes a little better, especially since they give you cold hard cash at the end of the night, and then I have to hope I don't get jumped on my way out of the ballpark.

We went to Bear Lake for a day. It is the time of the year when we need to try to get vacations in before I have to go back to work, which is only 4 days from now. A good time was had by all, especially the campers next to us, who got to listen to Lincoln cry for half an hour at 2:30 in the morning. Link managed to wake up another kid about 5 sites away, that was crying well after he went to bed. Needless to say, we got out of there fast, before anyone could get mad at us. We also got out of there fast, because Ellie managed to throw up on two outfits at once, and destroyed 4 in the space of 3 minutes thus leaving her outfitless. The joys of camping with kids...