It's the little things

The kids made a Watermelon Juice Stand--50 cents a cup...they had 3 customers.

So it is sad how long it has been since my last post. I don't ever seem to sit down and gather my thoughts into a post anymore. I just don't make the time. It is funny how when things get busy, we neglect the little things. Sometimes they don't make much difference, but other times those seemingly little things can have great impacts.

I have been very busy with work. The past year I have been given the responsibility of estimating/bidding (luckily, I am not the only one doing these bids for the company). Lately, it seems that we have a job to bid every week or two and they always give us only 3 days to pull together an accurate bid. We win some and loose some. Just as long as we earn a little money on the ones we win, we are happy. We did get a couple that we will be doing this summer.

Then there is my Scoutmaster calling in the ward, we are gearing up for Scout Camp at Island Park. We will be there in a month, I hope that we don't have to dig the snow out of our campsite with how the weather has been. We will be taking 11 boys up this year, a few greenhorns and a few seasoned boys. It should be fun to go to Island Park again. It was, after all, my home for 6 years.

The basement is a never ending task as well. We have just about got Creedance's new room finished. Jess helped me sand and texture today. It will be ready for paint this week. It seems that the mudding always drags on...mainly because I don't want to do it. We also have the electrical and sheet rock up in the 3rd bedroom (or office) in the basement. I don't think we will be getting to the mud in there this summer...maybe the fall. Slowly but surely the house is getting finished.

As I said before, it seems that we neglect things that matter most. With all my responsibilities I feel that I fall short when it comes to being a husband and father. But tonight while packing my bag for a week of work in Twin Falls, Pearson grabbed my attention...literally. He knew I was packing, so he demanded I play with him. It was so wonderful to get him ready for bed, play cars, and sing "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes." He loved it, and so did I. He screamed and cried as I put his PJ's on, he did not want to go to bed and he knew pj's meant bed. It was fun to spend this day with him and Jessica.

It's the little things.