Sandy, Duke and Nora

http://www.mormonnewsroom.org/article/thousands-mormon-volunteers-turn-out-help-victims-sandy-over-thanksgiving-weekend

As Elder's Quorum President, S. has been heavily involved in our ward's volunteer efforts to help in Sandy disaster relief.  They began sending work teams up the weekend of November 17th, and have been going strong ever since, including Black Friday.  They're planning another trip this coming weekend as well, which will make the 6th full work day for S. (aside from being the ward's point man for administrative details), but there are plenty who have equaled or even exceeded him.  Not including last weekend, Mormon volunteers from all over the region have totaled nearly 200,000 hours of volunteer service, which is like one guy having a 40-hour workweek for a hundred straight years.

One day in particular, he spent his time mucking out a boardwalk arcade in Keansburg, New Jersey.  He said it was nearly unrecognizable as an arcade, even after shoveling piles and piles of sand out; but as the guys were leaving, the grateful owner ran after them to give them this gargantuan stuffed lion that had been spared.  S. ended up with it, and Nora immediately named it Duke and attached herself to it. 

S. and I were actually hoping to pass it along to someone who needed it more, and tried to throw persuasive hints out, but she wasn't buying it.  We talked about foster kids who didn't have families who would love a big cuddly friend like Duke, etc., but to no avail.  Finally one night, I asked her if she thought maybe we should tell Santa that she didn't really need a present from him, since she loved Duke so much; and that way Santa could give something better to someone who didn't have anything already.  Or she could let Duke go somewhere else and get her own present from Santa.

After a brief pause (in which I felt totally guilty), she told me we could give Duke away.

So, yesterday morning we buckled Duke up in the car to go with S. to his work's adopt-a-family toy drive.  S. hadn't been privy to the change of heart, and asked Nora why she finally decided someone else could have Duke.  "I made a deal with Mom," she said.  He thought that was enigmatically funny.

Now, I do feel that I forced the issue a tad; but I wouldn't have torn him away from her if she really hadn't been willing.  She didn't have to think too long about it, never cried and hasn't mentioned him again since he left. 

I just don't want my kids to take for granted that they have so much, and that more just "shows up".  We haven't always been so blessed.  It was nice to have Duke, but not miraculous-feeling -- I hope that he is a miracle to whoever receives him.

And now we have a great memory of all of us waving to him as he drove out of the driveway!

Thanks to all the great people who pay it forward whenever they get the chance.

Percy Jackson Party

We daringly invited 11 of these to our house this weekend:

They played capture the flag, pinned-the-eye-on-a-Cyclops, and fought Kronos (older brother Ian) with half a dollar-store pool noodle.

We made shrinky-dink Camp Half-Blood necklaces:

We fed them sloppy Joes (unthematic, just fun), blue Jello cake and "magic" blue soda.  I put a drop of blue food coloring in the bottom of each cup in advance, so when I poured the ginger ale it bubbled up blue in front of their eyes.  I can't believe they didn't catch on, but they so didn't!

We sent them home with t-shirts, chocolate coins (drachma), mentos (like Minos?), and bubbles (the Mist).

All to celebrate this:

We love you, Sage!  Happy Eleventh!

Tough Mudder

I'm going to totally mooch off of our friend (and photographer) to show you the event that S. did a few weeks back, since we've been too lazy to post about it:

This Is Us

It was a military-style obstacle course over about 12 miles of track.  The spot that sounded scariest to me was having to jump in a tank of 34-degree ice water and submerge yourself to swim under a barrel...not to mention the 12 miles, of course.

So, check out the documentation on This Is Us.  Of course, more of the pictures are of S.'s teammate, whose wife had the camera -- but if you look for a guy in a long-sleeved blue shirt, blue backpack, and white (or whitish, after the mud) stripe on his shorts, S. is visible in a bunch of shots.  The kids and I didn't get to make the trip to watch, but we're glad someone else was able to capture the hard-core fun!

The linked blog has 61 photos, and S. is in these if you count 'em: 2, 7 (off on the left), 8, 16, 23, *24, 26, 27 (upper corner), 28, 29 (lower corner), 30 has just his arm, *40, *45, 47, 52, 53, 57, 58, 60, and 61.  *Nice heroic solo portraits :)

Baptism

The Body Beautiful

So recently K. and I have been skimming through Tim Ferriss's book, The 4-Hour Body, looking for some diet and exercise tips, and then this morning, out of the blue, K. sends me a quick message saying "I would like to remain at a safe distance from Tim Ferriss in person.  He's just not my type."  Go figure.