Closet BYU fan

As part of a stake skit night, many of our ward youth and their leaders dressed up as if they were going to a rock concert at BYU. This includes Cassie Schneider, who has claimed in the past to dislike BYU. I have to admit that she looks awfully comfortable in that BYU football jersey, at least until she realizes that the camera is trained on her, and then she has to go back to pretending to hate BYU. Now we know the really truth, Cassie. Go Cougars.

And our destination is ...

The list for Army anesthesiologists has finally come out and we now know where we will be living for the next several years. Unfortunately, I have bad news for all those people who were planning exotic trips to come see us in Lawton, Oklahoma, or Waynesville, Missouri. Yes, the bad news (for you anyway) is that we will be staying right here in San Antonio. And so, while our friends and relatives may be upset that they don't get to visit the previously mentioned prime vacation area, we are very excited to be able to stay put.

Birthday bling

Just as I promised, here is my photo wearing my bling

On my birthday, Randy Schneider showed up with a gift bag. He told me that I could have the gift bag if I would promise to take a picture wearing what was inside. Since I could tell that there was also a candy apple inside the bag, I figured it would be worth the risk. How bad could it be? Well, you can see the picture for yourself. Personally, I think I look quite stunning in a grill. Maybe I need to get a permanent one. Of course, the apple was extremely tasty. We cut it up and served it as our family home evening treat.

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