Firsts

I thought that once the kids were older and in school most of our firsts would not be as frequent. I know that we will have a first license, Preston; our first teen accident, Madi; first date again, Madi; first wedding of kids again, Madi; first to graduate school, Preston. But I never thought I would have so many firsts in a short amount of time at this stage in their lives. So let me begin.

Preston had his second swim meet in Salt lake. See below. The next week at practice his coach handed him a ribbon for first place. That's right he took first in the freestyle! Awesome! He not only took first he beat all the kids his age range who have been swimming for a very long time and it was only his second meet. It was also his first swim where his goggles stayed on. SO there are two firsts for him.

Madison and Abigail. It was their first to go to a concert. Mac Christensen the President of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir asked my Dad if he wanted tickets to the Christmas concert. The one with David Archuletta. The one everyone was trying to apply for tickets. So my Dad told him that Chris was flying in that night from Afghanistan. Mac said not a problem I will send you six for him. (This was before people even found out if they had tickets back in October. And no I didn't apply for tickets. That's another story.) SO anyways last thursday Dec. 16 we went to Salt Lake with Abbie, Mads, my mom, my sis Lala, and Chris. It was also Abbie's first time at the Conference center.

Luke's first was actually two in one. He lost not only his first tooth but his second tooth thanks to Dr. D. They gased him up and pulled away. The toothfairy brought him $4 bucks. Thanks to Aunt D. she has instilled in the kids that when your tooth is pulled by the Dentist you get pain and suffering. I can't wait for Sammie's first tooth to fall out. It was also Luke's first to outspell Abigail. That's right, the kid who refuses to say the alphabet and refuses to read because I read him stories at night out spelled his smarter 2nd grade sister who is at a 5th grade reading level and taught herself to read before she was out of pre-school.
SO here is how it went down. The boys are huge BYU fans. One day we were all in the van talking when they saw a dreaded U sticker. They started talking about how wonderful the Y is and they will go there because their Grandpa did. When all of the sudden Abbie pipes up and says:
"How do you spell BYU?" (Chris and I were Totally stunned that she said that. I thought she was having a Lala moment.)
She was dead serious.
Luke responded by saying "B-Y-U! Duh!"
His first time out spelling his big sis. Way to go!