

We have two tennis courts and three racket ball courts in the back yard. I guess I should mention that our back gate opens into a twenty acre city park. William has watched and retrieved tennis balls when he was with his cousins, dad, and Aunt Debbie. Yesterday Mom was being ambitious and decided it was time to pick up her racket and do some teaching / demonstrating. Mark had both set of keys to the truck so this was the best alternative to sitting at home. It's amazing the creative things that arise when your transportation is limited.
We decided to hold our first lesson in the racket ball courts for a couple reasons. I wanted to contain the balls within a much smaller surface area. The tennis courts were in full sun while the other courts were in the shade. William and I would count how many times in a row i could hit the ball successfully against the wall. My objective was to get to twenty. I wanted to make it easier for him to count :):) I only made it to seventeen. He quickly grew tired of the activity but enjoyed picking up all the balls i hit over the court. He would say "let's go get the balls out of the jungle". After about twenty minutes we were finished with tennis.
William must have been tired because he made himself comfortable in the basket under the stroller. Next week Grandpa Gardner's going to start real tennis lessons. Grandpa Gardner learned when he was at Standford getting his masters degree. Tomorrow Uncle Robert is going to show us some of his expertise.
We went for an aimless walk. He sat on the top of the stroller and EJ was in the car seat attached to the stroller. We trekked up a very step climb to Island View Drive. They call it Island View Drive because you really do have a terrific view of Antelope Island. The whole way up the incline I would say, "I can't make it...I can't" because William did the role reversal... and said, "Yes you can Momma, hold my hand. You can. You can do it."
We tried to give our new neighbors some goodies. They were gone. It was so hot we tried dropping by at our friends but she was vacuuming and the doorbell was too soft for her to hear over the buzz. So when we finally made it home. Uncle Robert (my brother; William's Uncle) was dropping off our table. While we were having lunch Aunt Debbie dropped by.
It was turning out to be a great day for visitors despite our unpleasant disappointment with the missing key issue. Later that afternoon Anne Russon stopped by to drop off a little toilet seat to put over the top of the big seat. William was anxious to try it out and had his diaper off in minutes. He was too quick because I was finishing up the task at hand and before I could get him to the toilet he did have a little leakage... before the experience was over he had another leakage on the floor and none in the toilet. Lots of tears and then I was frustrated for having to clean the floor after he sat and cried on the toilet. When his dad came home last night he did much better. He had a successful experiences going pee pee in the toilet.
I've been enjoying my slow jogging at the park. Every night when the boys are supposedly sleeping and Mark's home I go out back to do my eighteen laps. Yesterday I ran an additional half mile just because I wanted to hit the fat burning forty minute zone. My third and fourth mile were eight minute pace. Usually I'm just lucky to keep one foot in front of the other.
After my run I went to Smiths for milk and eggs. Unfortunately I came back with over $150 dollars worth of merchandise more. I picked out a few things I would love. I started feeling guilty so I made a great decision to wait four weeks and give them to Mark for his birthday. I spent forty dollars on a new umbrella for our picnic table, fifteen on a new ironing board pad, cover, and fasteners, and eleven more for yellow jacket traps. So that's fifty one dollars plus the twenty four I'm calling Mark's present. It's all justifyable.
Smiths has the cutest shirts. I love the empire waists with the tie in back. My wedding dress had an empire waist. I may have to buy them and give them to my mom to give me for Christmas. I hope they stay in style for a while.
Speaking of Christmas...I explained Santa Claus to William yesterday. He's so very excited. He brought up his name at least half a dozen times. When Grandma was on the phone he wanted to talk with her about him. When dad came home he mentioned something about him. I told him that Santa is coming to our house. He'll come threw the chimney. For some reason William was searching for Santa through an electrical outlet (same difference). I had to explain that we needed to have Halloween and thanksgiving before Christmas. When we were deciding on activities later that day he would say "let's go to Halloween."