A heavy birthday
Tuesday we celebrated Alison's birthday. We had a great party with Sushi for dinner (we went to the sushi place at fort union near the thai food place (Itto Sushi, the one that has really good nigiri)). We opened Alison's presents (the kids helped open them), and did the "Heavy Hangover game", and also the balloon game.
For those not initiated in the "Heavy Hangover" game, don't feel left out. I had never heard of it until I married Alison. It involved chanting a poem and bonking the gift recipient on the head with your present. A scouring of the internet only came up with the following scholarly quote:
Thursday night we went over to the final financial fitness class that a family in our ward was putting on. It was a useful class to have gone to, mainly because of the conversations that Alison and I have after and before the classes. We are really excited about our finances.
Saturday morning we bought a new chicken to replace the gray one that was getting all uppity. The new chicken is brown and fairly young. Hopefully it incorporates into our flock nicely. We also did some shopping, added more bars to the bee hive, and other Saturday type activities.
Rea wants to add that "Daddy is being a good daddy this week." I suppose that that means that I am not normally a good daddy? Probably I'll get coal for my father's day gift.
For those not initiated in the "Heavy Hangover" game, don't feel left out. I had never heard of it until I married Alison. It involved chanting a poem and bonking the gift recipient on the head with your present. A scouring of the internet only came up with the following scholarly quote:
I believe the custom died out in affluent countries when the size and weight of gifts increased and the custom was found to cause unacceptable collateral damage to the upcoming generation of gift recipients.On Wednesday the girls and Timmy went to grandma Julie's house and got a bunch of toys that they didn't want to move to California. Rea and Sarah got new ponies, and have been enjoying them greatly.
It did, however, have a Darwinian purpose in prehistoric times, when clubs and similar weapons were handed out as gifts and the thin skulls of the weakest were crushed whilst the thick headed survived to perpetuate the custom: some of these survivors are with us to this very day.
Thursday night we went over to the final financial fitness class that a family in our ward was putting on. It was a useful class to have gone to, mainly because of the conversations that Alison and I have after and before the classes. We are really excited about our finances.
Rea wants to add that "Daddy is being a good daddy this week." I suppose that that means that I am not normally a good daddy? Probably I'll get coal for my father's day gift.
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