Whitaker December Update

Dear Family and Friends,

 

The last few weeks have really flown by since Thanksgiving.  Today, Lara and I were the only ones from our family who went to church.  Sadie and Mahrin were both sick and stayed home..sore throats, headaches….the gumbo.  I spoke on the birth of the Savior.  I used up ½ an hour!  I never do that!  I was that guy today.  I looked up at the clock.  It was tie to start the closing hymn, and we still had a rest hymn and the branch president left to speak.  I felt sheepish.  Baaah.  On the way over, it was super-icy, the worst I have ever seen it here.  Lara and I were arguing whether the car in front of us was white or silver.  I said it was silver, Lara insisted it was white.  She said, “Daddy, maybe your eyes aren’t so good.  Like Mahrin’s.  One time, when we lived in Ogden, Mahrin said, ‘That is yellow.’

But I said, ‘It’s really brown.”  I got a good laugh at her. 

 

Mahrin has been praying for a “doll at Christmas.  Just like Sadie’s.”  Hopefully Santa Claus is paying close attention.  She ate a whole piece of pumpkin pie and is doing pretty well at walking, and it seems like her vision is better. 

 

Sadie has been our little sick girl for the last several days.  She has been throwing up, has headaches, and has a sore throat.  She didn’t eat or drink anything for over 24 hours, and we were starting to get a little nervous, like two long tailed cats in a nuclear reactor.  Then Sadie started eating again, and it was a relief.  It was like a free pass to go past the guard tower of the nuclear reactor, the one I referred to in the last sentence.

 

Adelaide is sitting up quite a bit and is starting to hold her own bottle.  Her blonde fuzzy hair is becoming visible from several inches away, when the sunlight is just so.  We are grateful for that little baby.  She is so happy!

 

Diana is very, very busy.  She does a wonderful job teaching our girls.  She cooks with them, cleans with them, reads with them, writes with them, every day.  They write in their own little journals at night, and Diana helps them.  They will seriously pass up my high school students in writing ability in not many years.  Home environment is so important for learning.  I had no idea how lucky I was as a kid.  Reading was like breathing or drinking water in our house…it was just always there.

 

I had a girl in my class this week, a sophomore language arts class, who was crying.  The girl across from her would not stop whispering, and after warning her twice, I asked her to come outside.  She said, “Just a minute,” like I was asking her to hand me the mayonnaise.  I was quickly running out of patience with the girl who has major issues anyway.  When she finally got around to stepping out of my room, she said that the girl across fro her needed help, “like right now!  Like you need to go get a counselor RIGHT NOW.” She turned around and went back into my classroom.  Bewildering behavior from any student, especially from this student who has been very responsive to me when I asked her to this year.  I went and got her again.  She said to me in the hallway that “if you don’t go get a counselor, like right now, or the principal, I am going to whack out on you!  She (the girl) has pills, and you need top go get help, like right now!”

I went to get help, all right.  I thought to myself, “Well, even if nothing is really going on, those two need to get out of my room.”  I got Mrs. Seltzer to come get the girls out of my room.  She took three of them. 

 

Mrs. Seltzer later told me that it was a very good thing I had acted.  The girl had overdosed on her dad’s blood pressure pills in an attempt to kill herself.  An ambulance was on the way. Lovely!  Stuff like that happens far too regularly around these parts.  That whole episode was followed up by a fistfight in another classroom that was just within minutes of my classroom ordeal.  It turned into a very long afternoon for the administration.

 

I took a college class for a required endorsement this semester.  The class ended on Wednesday.  The class should have netted me at least 8 credit hours, but was only worth three.  The teacher consistently held class late in Blanding, 1-½ hours from here.  He would end class at 9:45, and I would not get home until 11 p.m.  I wrote about 60 pages for the class, 15 handwritten pages for the midterm, and seventeen handwritten pages for the final.  A 12-page paper was required, massive reading every week, etc.  The guy was nuts.  I got out of his final at about 10 p.m. and came home around midnight.  I am GLAD that is over!

 

Well, that’s about it from us.

 

Love,

The Whitakers

Having fun exploring Monument Valley

Dear Family and Friends,

 

Yesterday Diana and I went on the most fun hike.  We both decided it was the most fun we had ever had on a date.  We drove up Horse canyon and ended up near the teardrop behind our apartments.  I had heard from students that there were some ancient Anasazi ruins on the other side of the big rock from the Teardrop.  We hiked over there and sure enough, there was an ancient ruin.  It is in really amazing condition.  It sits about 15 feet off of the canyon floor in an alcove in the sandstone.  There is a little window and everything.  We hiked a little further and found a way back in.  We had to hunker down through one natural arch on the way into the ruin.  After that arch, the path opened up into a little flat area.  Next we had to belly crawl through another arch and got right in next to the ruin.  It was really amazing and fun.

 

After that we were hiking back to the car, and I was checking for a way up to the top of the rocks, because it looked like there were some other likely spots to find ruins up above the one we found.  As we walked along, we came to a little chimney up the face of the rock and I saw handholds and footholds carved into the rock.  It was an ancient sandstone ladder.  If was maybe ten feet high, and not vertical, but it would have been very hard to ascend there without the ladder.  We climbed up and got on top and saw some really cool views and some deep sinkholes right tin the middle of the sandstone.  We really had a blast.

 

On a more serious note, we got a visit today from the stake presidency.  They drove all the way down here from Blanding.  They asked me to be the first counselor in the Mexican Hat Branch to President Jim Dandy.  I told them yes, of course.  They will be reorganizing the branch presidency next week. 

 

Today at lunch Mahrin prayed and said “Thank thee that I can eat lunch with my parents…my mom and my dad.”  I thought that was cute. 

 

The other day Diana was watching Spencer, a one-and-a-half year old boy, for the neighbors.  After dinner Diana gave Lara a choice of watching Spencer or clearing the table, her normal job.  She chose Spencer, with the stipulation that she keep a good eye on him.  Pretty soon Diana heard Lara say to Spencer, “No Spencer!  Don’t put that in your mouth!”  Then, after a couple of minutes, Diana heard Lara say, “No Spencer!  Don’t put your foot in the toilet!”  In just a little while, Lara came to Diana with an exasperated expression on her face, and said, “I choose the table.”

 

Sadie is improving in her speech.  She wants a sippy cup at night, and isn’t afraid to let you know about it.  She and Lara do a lot of pretending, and she and Mahrin do a lot of fighting.

 

Adelaide is holding her head up quite a bit.  It is really amazing how fast kids grow up.  Her life so far has gone by in a flash.

 

Things are going really well down here.  We wish you all the best and love you

Lewis, Diana, and the girls

 

Dear Family and Friends,
So much has happened since I wrote last. Three new teachers moved into the school this year, and we are still looking for a history/PE teacher…Owen? Owen? One of the new teachers has a 14 month old boy and his wife taught young elementary grades for five years before moving here. She has a bunch of great materials and ideas for Diana’s teaching this year, which Diana has been stressed about. Any active LDS families are more than welcome here.
The new reading teacher is a guy that is a salty character. It will be fun to have him on the faculty this year. Friday we toured part of the local area where our kids live in a school bus, and this guy was opening emergency exits and jumping out the back of the bus with alarms sounding. Some of the students live 14 dirt road miles from the bus stop. We were on dirt roads for well over an hour to get out there. Several places the road was nearly washed out and the road gets very rough.Our new math teacher is from Vietnam by way of Buffalo, NY and Toronto. It is hard to understand her English. I think we are all a little concerned for her.
We were very excited to learn our good friend Margaret is getting married. She is totally in love with the fellow, and he had better be a good one to be worthy of her. She is a very wonderful person. I will never forget the day I sang her a whole verse from one of Uncle Kracker’s songs. Unfortunately, Margaret will never be able to forget it either. She kept looking down at the table, shaking her head, and saying, “Mahrin, your dad is crazy. Mahrin, your dad is crazy.”
Today on the way to church we came up to stopped traffic and flashing lights a couple of miles from home. Two cars had collided. Three occupants in the smaller car were injured, all locals (Navajos). The other car was tourists. By the time we got there, there were lots of cars, 1 police car and one ambulance. Diana is required to offer assistance as an RN, so we ran up to help. Jim Dandy from our branch was already there helping out, which was a comfort to me. He trains people in CPR and is very good under pressure. He has helped save almost 10 people since becoming a teacher down here using his training. He drives enough, and help is far enough away that he comes across plenty of wrecks where his help is needed.
One of the injured was the son of one of our teachers here. All three were conscious and responding. There was just the passenger to get out by the time I got there. We couldn’t open the door because it was lodged into a sand bank. A police officer grabbed a small shovel from his unit and got the door open. We loaded the lady as carefully as we could onto the backboard and strapped her down. As we carried her, I was at her head, and the ladies carrying on the left side both let go and went to help by her feet, leaving me with all the weight at her head on the left side. There was a big guy lifting by my right arm. It felt like the whole thing was being pushed onto my left hand, and the lady was not a small fry. As we walked through the sand and bushes I was very, very careful and prayerful about my foot placement. The life flight helicopter landed in the road. I was impressed by how soon they got there. From what Jim said, I doubt they even took ½ an hour to get there. That is impressive considering they take off from Page which is 3 hrs by car or Flagstaff which is 4 hrs. All the traffic was blocked. We were there for most of an hour waiting for the road to be cleared. The sacrament speakers were sitting in the car behind us. We got there for the closing song and prayer, and then they did a special sacrament for the families that got there late. They must have improvised something for talks, I don’t know.
Folks in Blanding are pretty shaken up by the plane crash that killed three city council members on Friday morning. Two of them left 4 kids at home each. One had 4 kids under the age of twelve; the other had four under the age of eight. That is no fun at all.
I had Language Arts training Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday evening we went to the Adams’ cabin above Blanding and Monticello. Their cabin is huge and very well set up. They even have a solar panel on their outhouse so you can read Uncle John’s Awwww Inspiring Bathroom Reader after dark. The Adams were up there getting it ready for us when we pulled up. We would have had to pay 500 dollars a night for such service somewhere else. The girls loved it. I got Sister Adams worried that we were going to eat fresh venison for breakfast from her prized grain fed deer that she has trained to walk up to the cabin.
The next day we woke up and went to celebrate Lara’s b-day on 8-8-08 by swimming at the Cortez Recreation Center. It was a blast. The girls loved it. Then we went out for pizza. Just today Lara got a gift of a dolly from Sister Dee, and Lara said, “I can’t believe this day!”
Mahrin is getting a little sense of humor and does a lot of talking out loud, imagining things. Today she was telling her food it was going to go down in her belly. She was taunting the food, really. It was more like a threat.
Sadie has an earache today and went to bed at five p.m. at her own request. I dread the night. Her ear really drained a bit ago, and I don’t know if her Eustachian tubes are still in or if her eardrum broke. Either way, the pressure was off.
I got Adelaide to laugh on Tuesday as we sat in the parking lot of a grocery store in Blanding, waiting for Mom. I wish I had the camera to catch it. She is holding her head erect and making lots of noises like she is trying to talk. Diana says she will be our talker.
Diana is working tons as usual. We were able to buy almost all of our year’s supply at summer’s end, so finding a place for it all has kept her very busy since we got back. Now she has it more organized than ever and it is a comfort to know that we have a bit of a food supply.
I am moving my classroom to one with windows. It looks out on the monuments and I would argue I have the best view of any classroom in the state. I will have to include a picture of it sometime.
Well, we love you and pray for you.
Lewis, Diana and girls.

Lengthy Lewis Leverages Lexicon

Dear Family and Friends,
I guess I always start journal-type entries that way because of Anne Frank. I wonder if that girl ever had any idea how famous she would be. Anyway, some of what has been going in with us…

Today:
I had to conduct sacrament meeting for the first time in my young life. I find that amusing because I am the priesthood leader, our equivalent of an elder’s quorum president/ high priest group leader. By the time sacrament meeting was supposed to start there was one person there…me (Diana was home with sick babies). I had all the hymns chosen and put the page numbers on the board thingy, I had the sacrament table set and ready, and I had the little conducting worksheet as filled out as I could get it.
Just when I was imagining singing and leading and playing solo simultaneously before giving the opening, sacrament and closing prayers (giving myself a talk would have felt strange!) a lady walked in. She was quickly asked to give the opening prayer. 2 minutes later a closing prayer walked through the door. By the time we were done we had 6 members and me. We have this organ that plays the songs when you just push a button. So I played my first one fingered church songs. We made it through the sacrament…that’s the important part. I shared a few scriptures from 2nd Nephi 32, and we wrapped it up. (I found out the night before that I was supposed to get speakers…yeah right!) The whole meeting took 20 minutes. I asked Diana last night how many sacrament meetings she had conducted. She said none. I told her we were tied…until tomorrow. Now I am ahead by one. Unless major changes are on the horizon I think I will be able to stay ahead of her.
This week:
I am trying out subheadings in bold and underlined. It’s working out pretty well for me. How about you? If you disapprove, puff your cheeks out and squish them with your palms making a “raspberry” sound. Do it! I probably won’t hear. But if I did hear, that would be freaky, huh? I know what you’re thinking…”They have a place for people like you.”
That reminds me. I was working with Dallin and Nic DeGraffenried over in Aurora. Picking up rocks in the hot dusty field. Dallin and Nic are brothers and are about 14 or so. Dallin said something that didn’t ring true to Nic. Nic said, “Hey Dallin, you know where liars go?”
Dallin answered, “Hell?” no doubt thinking about 2nd Nephi 9:34
Nic’s reply: “Nope! They go to law school, Dallin!”
They get me laughing pretty hard. Dallin reminds me of me a little when he starts riling his big sisters (Don’t take it too hard Dallin, you won’t turn out to be a pansy like me).
Anyway, so back to this last week. I have been working on my masters degree. I finished up class attendance Friday. I was able to finish four classes in since May, and finished two in April, so things are moving right along and I feel pretty good about it. I just have to write a 10-12 page improvement paper for a reading assessment class…I’ll probably do that tomorrow. I wish this rambling family update could count as part of the pages.
Diana and the girls have been up most nights and most of the days too. I sleep whether I want to or not, I’m afraid. One time I cut my head open on a dresser corner, bled all over the bed, and never woke up. Oh, the ramblingness of it all. The worst part for me is knowing that my high school English teacher reads my blog! That’s why Heavenly Father invented the spellchecker!
The girls have been enjoying a little 8 dollar kiddy pool we put out on the front lawn. I splashed around with them one day. They started filling up my hat and putting it on my head. That night I set up the tent to sleep in the backyard. I was all pumped up to sleep out there and have fun. It was reminiscent of us kids sleeping on the trampoline with Dad, and in the morning, we all had congregated tightly into the sides of the heaviest object..Dad.
So we’re out in the tent. First Sadie wants some milk. Then Lara needs to go potty. As soon as she heads out, Sadie definitely needs to go potty. She needs to go right now. None of this came up until Lara needed to go. They are both gone for a while. Mahrin and I are hanging out, when Lara comes back. “Guess what Daddy?”
“What, Lara?”
“Mama taught me how to go potty outside! Isn’t that cool!”
“Wow, Lara! That’s pretty neat,” I say apprehensively, “did you go potty outside.”
“Yeah!” (If there was a punctuation mark to denote a tone of voice that says I’m so grown up and cool and outdoorsy, I would insert it here.)
“Why did you go potty outside?”
“The door is locked.”
“Oh boy!”
I went to check. The door was indeed locked. Diana felt silly when she found out she had locked out for the grizzlies and wolves to eat.
Next, we all get back in the tent. Sadie really needs milk now. Dad is getting peeved. Mahrin and Sadie are quite forward in saying they wanted to sleep inside. In we went. I could have forced the issue, but why?
Whitaker family reunion:
We had a lot of fun at the Whitaker family reunion. In a reunion famous for brawls and rattlesnake hunts (we raffled two rattlesnake skins this year, killed at the annual Whitaker paintball war, I helped with one…he went down in a paintball laden death. I nicknamed him the “Rainbow rattler”), this reunion was remarkably friendly. When we pulled up, I said to Diana, “Well, here we are at the Whitaker reunion. Did you bring your boxing gloves?”
Her reply was priceless, “I think it’s bare knuckles around here.”
But all in all, everyone was really friendly. Several uncles called me Roger. I’m sure he got called a few names as well. We got to see Mel and Kevin, Denise, Wenda and Steve, Rog and Hanna, and Lorelei and Jason. Every time I saw Lorelei and Jason’s Christian, he smiled a cheeser at me and says, “Hi!” all happy. There were lots and lots of cute little kids around.
We celebrated Grandma Whitaker’s 90th birthday. The town had a celebration, as well. Grandma stood up and sang “I have a family here on earth…” It was really touching. Then she says, “I had twelve kids. I’ve done my part,” she looks at her posterity, “Now it’s your turn.” She said knowing what she knows now and how much work it was to raise 12 kids, she would do it all over again. “Only this time, I would do it better!” What a woman! I don’t know how Grandpa Whitaker caught her, but she is truly an amazing woman.
I have now seen Murray, Denise’s son-in-law, do amazing things with a bobcat/skid steer and a rifle. Do not anger him if he is in control of either of these tools. He uses them masterfully.
I also watched Roger driving an old truck with no brakes, He did an admirable job of downshifting and screaming the engine. All in a day’s work for a label-maker salesman.
I am totally pumped that Wenda and Steve are moving to Kanosh. They will make wonderful contributions. I’ll tell you about some of Steve’s contributions when the statute of limitations runs out.
Future plans:
I’m still working the subheadings. Did you notice? Our future plans include eternal bliss, a rifle stockpile of no less than 30, and a racquetball court. But our near future plans include coming back to Kanosh for Lewis Hatton’s wedding to Tracy (sp?). That will be on July 3rd. That’s the day before the 4th. I will be helping build Emmy and Bob’s house in hopes of picking up some building expertise from Ed for much of July. Don’t tell Emmy, she might not let me on the site, then I’ll have to start sneaking.
Random thought:
I told Jack, a veteran teacher here, that my motto for the last week of school was, “Crack the whip.” The idea being that the kids would work hard til the last day of class. I asked him what his motto was. He looked at me, smiled, and with an evil twinkle in his eye said, “Retribution!” Then he laughed maniacally, and walked away.

Lewis and Diana News

Dear Family and Friends,
It has been a wild and woolly few weeks since school let out. We blessed Adelaide the last Sunday before school let out and Ed and Pam and Ray and Caroline were able to be there. Soon after school was over for the year, we headed up to visit Dan and Lisa while I went to my USU classes at the Richfield extension site rather than the one in Monument Valley. After a couple of days of that…I’m sure Lisa had had quite enough, we headed over to Kanosh.
It was great to see Ed, Pam, Bob, Emmy, Jake, Deana, Owen, and Jenell, along with all their descendents. Emmy and Bob’s basement was dug and footings were dug as well. I helped for an hour or two getting the garage footings ready. There wasn’t a rock to be bought. Usually you hit a few when you dig around Kanosh, but no luck.
After a few days of pestering Pam and Ed, we headed to Salt Lake so I could go to my USU classes at that extension. My professors joked about seeing me on the screen and wondering why al l the Salt Lake students had come to visit e in Monument Valley. We hung out with Anny and Stoyan for a couple of days and did some shopping.
On Wednesday we went up to stay with Dave and Ging at their Snowbird timeshare. It was a fun place with heated outdoor pools. I was amazed at how close it was to Salt Lake, and yet there was snow each morning, even though it was June. We spent a couple of days there and on Friday came back to MV (Monument Valley).
We went from pine trees and snow to red sand and 95 degrees. My classes have been going well. Diana is glad I’m around to help with the baby. I’m very glad she’s around to help the baby. I feel like such a caveman when a baby starts to cry and I can’t help.
Mahrin has been reading quite a few words. She correctly read the word “plaque” on a box in the store which surprised me. She has been drinking her formula through a straw which has very exciting implications for her g-tube future. Speaking of her g-tube, the other day, Diana was giving her a feeding standing up. Mahrin fell over. Diana let go of the syringe and all in hopes that no damage would be done. Unfortunately, it yanked the tube out, balloon and all. (There is a balloon about the size of a penny on the inside of the tube to keep it in her tummy. Needless to say, she was not a happy girl. The whole family, except Adelaide, was in the bathroom trying to get Mahrin’s tube back in. Dad pinned her arms and legs down as she writhed, Diana worked at the tube position, Mahrin was busy writhing and screaming, Sadie tried handing her random objects like toothbrushes in hopes of distracting her, and Lara made suggestions from near the door, very much like a backseat driver. Those times are no fun. We finally got the tube in, and we were very relieved. Once, the tube wouldn’t go back in, and the result was a trip to Primary Children’s Hospital. Beside the fact that it is 8 hours away, we have already spent over a week there for that tube and don’t care to return.
Lara has been very sweet today for Father’s Day. She pretended to be a doctor and bandaged up my arm and my leg. When I was lying on the floor getting my leg bandaged (I was not injured) Sadie jumped on the small of my back, and while jumping up and down was yelling “Horsey! Horsey!” Lara quickly let her know that it was not the time for playing horsey, that Dad was “trying to a-lax.” Lara earns money at her little jobs just like the other girls, and yesterday she cashed in at the store with a make-up purse. Last night at 11:30 I found their bedroom light on, and Lara was just finishing up painting Mahrin’s fingernails.
Sadie is getting better in her speech. Just as Jenell discovered long ago, Sadie’s troubles seem to slip away as soon as she gets outside. Sadie loves the outdoors. I have been setting up a timed sprinkler system in the backyard. As soon as they go on, those girls want outside in the water. We have had many red sand baths around here of late.
Adelaide is getting better at sleeping at night. Some nights are better than others. She can hold her head up and look around pretty well.
Love you guys,
Lewis and Diana and girls
pictures:
Adelaide in front of Hen Rock
Looking down 1000 feet to San Juan River at Goosenecks State Park
Family picture
Adelaide and Saylor Dandy, our newest neighbor
Movie:
Mahrin and Dad deal with sadness

Lewis and Diana News

Dear Family and Friends,
Adelaide Emily is here and we are glad. The doctors said she was probably earlier than 38 weeks. The nurse who took Adelaide’s vitals said that she thought the baby was no older than 37. Anyway, she sleeps all the time. Right now she wakes up at 1 or 2 in the morning much to Diana’s joy.
Mahrin is wearing one of my BYU football shirts as a nightgown. I asked her if she liked it. She said, “Yes. When I grow up, I am going to be a BYU football player!” I am as excited for the free tickets to the games as the next dad I guess. I wonder if it would be a penalty to poke the opponent in the nose through his facemask with your crutch?
Lara is quite the little mommy for the new baby. She held her for a good 45 minutes straight. Pretty impressive for a four year old. I asked her if she thought Adelaide’s hair would go from being dark to blond. She said, in a very matter of fact way, “Well, when babies have dark hair, and then they grow up, then they still have dark hair. That’s how it works.” She mentioned today that the tee-shirt I am wearing was the same one I wore to McDonald’s last time. That was like three months ago. I don’t remember whether she is wrong or right, but who am I to question one with such a memory for clothing?
Sadie is totally reverting to her babyhood. She is feeling displaced as the youngest in the family. She drank all the formula in Adelaide’s bottle. Yesterday, we couldn’t find her for a minute. We discovered her in the baby’s bed, covered up to the chin with her baby blanket. I’m going to try to send some extra attention her way and see if that eases her mind.
Diana is feeling better every day. We are both glad the baby is here and safe. At the baby’s 2-day check-up, everything was good. Diana looks forward to Pam coming down and helping out. When Pam has done that in the past, I have bought Papa Murphy’s pizza for the occasion, but the nearest one might not be in this time zone.
I started my next series of classes that I am taking after a week break. For the next month and a half, I have classes from 4:30-7pm Monday through Thursday, plus an online class, all toward a master’s. It is a little crazy right now, to say the least, but this way I can get all the summer classes I wanted complete before July, and take a month off before school starts again. I am really enjoying teaching.
Well,
We love you guys,
Lewis and Diana and girls

Lewis and Diana News

This week was sloooooow. Sometimes this happens. My theory is that time doesn’t really exist, and that God has a machine that makes time, and every once in awhile, this week for example, his time-creating-machine gets rusty and needs a tune-up.
Diana and I went on a fun date Friday evening. We went over to a casino and ate an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet. It was my first attempt eating crab legs. I had to ask two different people how to go about it. Food originating in the water still doesn’t turn me on. I had plenty of shrimp though. I don’t have much problem eating those little shrimpies.
It was a two hour drive o the casino by Cortez, CO. When we got there, the lady told us it would be a two hour wait. We had driven that far, and we just wanted to hang out anyway, so we stuck around. There wasn’t a single place in that casino where we could even sit down. I’ll tell you who that casino is taking money from….Native Americans. I only saw about ten white people the whole night.
So we only had to wait 1 hour 40 minutes to get in at 10:10 p.m. I thought about my friends who love to wait in line for food like Stoyan. We were wishing you were there with us to share the pain. Once we got in, the food was good, and the water was wet.
Then we drove home. We rolled into Monument Valley at 1:30 in the morning. Now that was a date! We really just wanted to spend some time together, and we accomplished that. Our babysitter was still awake. I told her she should have sacked out.
Mahrin this week has continued her nightmares. The nightmares change, but Diana is the one who always has to wake up. She dreams about monsters and big men that are going to take her away.
Diana asked Lara this week if Grandma Pam was silly.
“No,” was Lara’s reply.
“Do you think Momma is silly?”
Again, “no.”
“Do you think Daddy is silly?”
Lara broke into a big grin, and said, “My daddy is plenty-plenty of silly!”
Aint that the truth! Sadie spent the day jabbering. She is improving in her ability to pray. Sadie loves to parade around with Diana’s porcelain doll saying, “Ma bebby.”

That’s all folks. We love you.
Lewis, Diana, and the girls

1-20-2008

Dear Family and Friends,

Things move on. Julie Whitney Maze, my hyper-intelligent niece, suggested I use a blog rather than a newsletter to post our updates so that it will be more accessible and you can see what has been going on in past weeks. I think this format also allows others to see what is happening if they happen across it on the information superhighway. I don't know whether I like that or not...but the blogger instructions assured me I can limit who views it, and so forth...so we'll play it by ear.

Yesterday we tried to go to a hot air balloon festival in the Valley of the Gods, just a few miles north of where we go to church in Mexican Hat. We had a lovely drive and saw zero balloons. I guess it was windy so they moved the event. The kids had fun regardless because the road had lots of what I call "wee bumps" and kids from Holden called "whoopty-do's." On one especially promising one, I backed the blue bullet up again for a second try. We got going about 35 or 40, and it was almost as fun as Disneyland. Sadie let out several sounds of disapproval. Diana looked back and Sadie was grimacing in pleasure with both arms above her head, tightly gripping her headrest for support.

Our neighbor Rena brought by some pajamas for the girls. They are ecstatic about their new clothes, We certainly have kindly neighbors and friends. I have always been blessed that way.

School is fine. I had to give a test this week. I don't run anything like a silent or even quiet classroom. Three consecutive days of testing silence was plenty for me. Hopefully any students who enjoy working in the quiet took advantage of it, they're not likely to see or hear it again for awhile.

Mahrin is spelling out words and doing some basic reading. She loves it when I tell her stories. Yesterday Pinocchio ended up learning the value of education, going to Yale, becoming a middleman in Indiana, taking money from the people on both sides of him in the business scheme, oh, and living happily ever after. Mahrin has requested that story several times since.

Lara told me a story of her own. After the first paragraph and several lungfuls of air, she was still describing the princess's clothing. After the third paragraph, I realized she was still just describing the top third of the princess's dress...we still had to talk about the waist and skirt. Heaven help me when that girl learns about shopping!

Sadie is speaking more clearly all the time. She is flaunting her new pajamas at every turn. Down the hallway, as she walks, she raises her arms above her head again and again, adding a little sauce to her walk. That kid's got some personality.

I never know what to say about Diana. It always seems like she should write about herself because she is such an amazing writer. I will say she is doing a wonderful job with our girls. I'm very glad she married me. As my dad often says, we married girls who were smarter than us. It is certainly true in my case. I'm very grateful for Diana.

That's about it from the REZ.

Love,
Lewis, Diana, and girls