Once there was a snowman tall, Tall, TALL

It's gotten pretty cold here in Blacksburg over the last couple of days. Sunday the snow came down thick all day covering the streets. Monday was pretty clear but the snow remained. Needless to say, we took advantage of it and made ourselves some snowmen. 

This was on Sunday

Not sure Why I'm so angry.

Monday Morning

Monday while I was at school. 

Rachel locked up coolest mother of the year with this one.

Ode to Grandpa, the Missionary

Two weeks ago I wrote about missionary work and mentioned my own 2 year mission to Portugal. As I was thinking about what to write tonight, my thoughts turned to my maternal grandfather Robert Emerson Gibson. He too served a mission in Portugal. In fact, 23 years ago this day he left his kids and grandkids and went with my grandma there. His dedication has been a good example to me and all of his grandkids. Here is his journal entry (thankfully, he wrote practically every day) on February 19, 1989. Alternatively you can read it here or here.

Got up and went to Church at Chandler 7th Ward. A real nice homecoming! It was like a real farewell. We saw so many old friends there. I wished I had never gone. We left reluctant after Sacrament Meeting. Then a little later to Pioneer Park for lunch with the family. They were all there. Melvin sent his apologies that he couldn’t come because Marilyn has pneumonia. She’s had it for some time now, and that’s a concern!

The food was great, the company was great, and we had a joyous time (even on Sunday!). Then we all had our family picture taken. Dale Welker did it. That was a real max effort. We stood by the steps of the temple. It was like herding sheep alone, without a sheepdog, but we got it done!

Then a little family time at Mom’s, and on to the setting apart at the Chandler Stake Center. President Kempton was at his best! He had Mary Ellen speak, Kay and Mike pray, and he set us both apart.

Mary Ellen’s talk was extemporaneous, of course. I was so proud of her, and it took so much for her to do it. She bore a sweet testimony and told of her love for us. Frank and Bev and Kay and Joy were all there. It was a love feast. The entire day was a love feast! It was worth a thousand lifetimes of trial and endeavor to enjoy that one sweet day. I know a little better the joys of heaven—the joy of the Saints that has been spoken of by the prophets. It seemed that every shining, bright, smiling face was writing itself forever in my heart. I don’t need to take pictures to Portugal. I just need those treasured faces in my memory. I love every single one. I pray four times daily for every single one. I pray that there might be no empty chairs in time nor in eternity. No empty chairs. If faith and prayers and any example I might set, together with faith and works and best effort on the part of all my descendants and their spouses count for anything, I pray that this prayer might be answered.

After the royal send-off, Marian and I, alone and together, pointed our faces to Salt Lake City. We stopped at Mom’s, emptied garbage, vacuumed the floor, tidied up and locked up. Drove as far as Flagstaff. It snowed some on us—real cold. We stayed the night at the Pony Soldier Motel. We’re on our way to Portugal!!!!

Bandaged Olive

We recently found a sore behind Olive's ear. It seems that it has just become raw back there and even started bleeding. Tonight we washed it, sterilized it, and put triple antibiotic on it. Finally to keep her hair out of it we put this home-made headband on it (compliments of Rachel). She seems to be much happier now.

Pizza and Pie

Even though we aren't making the big bucks, Rachel and I still manage to go out to eat somewhere nice every now and then. Blacksburg is full of restaurants that we've never been to and we always try to go somewhere new. This place is called Backstreet and specializes in pizza and other Italian food. I got a pizza (which you can barely see on the left). Neither of us can remember what our dishes were called but they were delicious, to say the least. As an extra treat you get to see my beautiful girl, in addition to our food.

And we didn't forget dessert. Go on say it, Kimball. "Riiiich!"

Heber's Rote Prayer

Heber's prayer is always the same. He always seems to volunteer and push to say the prayer. You have to imagine it in his little sweet, sincere voice. Sometimes he'll entertain us with deviations from his rote prayer. Here it is:

Heavenly Father,
I want to eat
I want Jesus
I want Christ
Amen.

Family Night Out

Last Friday was military appreciation day for the Virginia Tech Women's Basketball game. So the whole family and I went for free.

It was fun for several reasons:

1. Because it wasn't as packed we got to choose a seat very close.
2. It's kind of fun to watch girls play basketball. Although not as fast paced and entertaining as men's basketball, they are actually really good and could school me.
3. Free Virginia Tech t-shirts.
4. The half-time show had to be the best part. They were on America's Got Talent and got the crowd going. Following are some pictures.

Breakfast Time for Hannah-rella

Hannah loves Cinderella. I don't blame her, because I did too growing up and I was a boy. Here is a clip from the moving that she likes with the song Breakfast Time.

Now here is me reenacting Breakfast Time for her in the morning. She normally is much more excited to hear Cinderella songs in the morning. But this morning she was especially tired.

We love our little squirrel.