Dancing Queen

Teressa shows her funky moves at the youth dance

Teressa and I have similar philosophies on dancing. We both are perfectly happy to slow dance, but neither one of us is particularly willing to fast dance outside of the confines of our own home. We usually avoid the line dances at the stake youth dances like the plague. But on Saturday, for whatever reason, Teressa decided to join in. I think it may have been the influence of Cassie Schneider, who is usually quick to jump out there. Since I had my camera there to take pictures of the Marde Gras decorations that we had helped Cassie with, I couldn't help but snap a few frames of this rare occurrence.

Teressa-ism

Today I overheard Teressa giving her email address, which includes the initials "tlgs," over the phone. "That's 't,' as in Teressa, 'l' as in love, 'g' as goat and 's' as in Scott." I guess I know what I will be getting Teressa next Christmas.

Tough love

This past week, I had the pleasure of taking Mason to the lab to get some blood drawn. He needed to be tested for food allergies. Teressa had already tried to take Mason in for skin testing the week before, but once Mason saw how many times he was going to be tested, he wouldn't cooperate. I took Mason into the lab on a post-call day. I had prepared him by reminding him of the IV he had gotten when he was in the hospital. He hadn't even flinched when he got the IV. And when we first went back into the lab, it seemed that Mason would be fine. It didn't take long before Mason started worrying and then decided not to go along with the plans. The phlebotomist was patient and we tried to talk him into doing things the easy way. We tried for nearly 15 minutes before deciding it was time to do things the hard way. I sat down and restrained Mason on my lap, medic held Mason's arm still and the phlebotomist drew the blood. Mason screamed the whole time, even before he was poked with the needle. (Note the lack of pictures on this post. They wouldn't have been pretty.) Later, as we were driving home, I asked Mason if he would have rather done the skin test after all. He insisted that the blood test was better. He's probably right. I can't imagine what it would have been like to hold him down for over twenty skin tests.

Fishy story, part 2

Maybe Spencer's fish was the only fish that was hungry

For Christmas, I gave Mason and Spencer new fishing poles. Along with those poles, I gave them coupons for a fishing trip with Dad. Teressa graciously provided us the opportunity to go fishing on her birthday. (She was more interested in the family time and in the hike that followed.) We went back to the fishing pier where we had so much success this summer. Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting the same way they were before, but Spencer did manage to make sure we didn't get skunked. The funny part is that right before he caught the fish, Spence had just about given up. He was ready to put his pole down and go play. Of course, as soon as he caught the fish, that's exactly what he did anyway. Attention spans are short, my friends.


Spencer caught the lone fish on this expedition

Thanks

Our playground equipment looks much better after some work

Even though our swing set is only about two-and-a-half years old, it was in need of some serious work. The wood had become gray and weathered and the tarp that covered the upper level had come apart and fallen off. Teressa put me to work staining the wood, and Grandpa and Grandma Scott surprised us by making a new roof for us for Christmas. Now the swings look better than ever.

Strange tastes

This little item was found abandoned on the kitchen counter

One day over the holidays, we came downstairs to find a new kind of sandwich on the kitchen counter. It seems that Mason decided it would be a good idea to experiment with sandwich innards. Judging by the amount that was left, frosted miniwheats do not make a very good sandwich.