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I Declare!

A while back, we went to see an original transcription of the Declaration of Independence that was on display at the Utah State Capitol. The line was long, but it was one of the most worthwhile experiences that I have ever had.

Those who have been to the capitol will have an idea of how big the main floor is, but I'll try to do it justice. The declaration was in the center of an open, circular foyer, which connects the two wings of the main floor. The wings lead to the Office of the Governor, the Gold Room, and several other rooms, giving the patient spectators something to gaze at and talk about while they waited for their turn.

The line was long. It began at the northwest corner of the main floor and wrapped all the way around to the center foyer where the declaration patiently waited.

It took about 2 hours to get to the front of the line, and I to this day do not understand how my beautiful wife kept our two twin babies entertained, fed, clean, and happy nearly the entire time.

Remi: Definitely a Boy

At last, the evidence is incontrovertible: Remi is definitely a boy. New evidence has just come forward that will set any further skepticism aside regarding the initial findings four years ago when Remi was born. The situation was as follows:

My family and I were reading the story of Nephi and the ship that he built to cross the Pacific Ocean with his family into the Promised Land. After explaining that Nephi built both the tools and the boat and after explaining his reasons for doing so, I asked him, "So, Remi, why did Nephi build the boat?" Without hesitation, Remi said, "For the tools!"

Of course, what other reason is there for any male to self-start a large-scale at-home project? It's the cool tools that you get out of it! The means justify the ends, my friend.

I wonder if that is why the Lord had Nephi make the tools...

JoshPass Carbon Credits

The other day, Kristi brought home this most interesting shirt. It would have made the professor from Gilligan's Island proud.

It was a shirt made entirely from bamboo (but not coconuts) . The fabric, the buttons, and the tag were all bamboo.

It wasa little stretchy and it was really comfy. However, the real attractant was that it was made from a renewable resource, and so now I feel like I'm saving the world every time that I wear it.

Right about that moment, an idea struck me that I am now going to fulfill. See, because we bought this bamboo shirt, we definitely lowered our carbon footprint. I thought, Why not share the love?!! So, below, you can purchase carbon credits from me in increments of $1, which dollar will allow you to either pollute just a little more, allow you to change nothing about your economic practices and simply feel like your footprint is smaller, or allow you to gift your credit to someone that might have a high carbon footprint this holiday season.

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Unlikely Juxtaposition

There are two words in the English language that I would probably vote as the least unattractive words to string together. They are 'wound' and 'vacuum'. Even having them in the same sentence seems to give goosebumps of implied pain or gruesome circumstance.

And, yet, this is what the doctors have come up with, and they call it a Wound Vacuum. And I would be happier to find out that this Vacuum is an attempt to recreate Galileo's gravity experiment with wounds, showing that they fall from buildings at the same rate; however, this was not the case. Instead, the doctor explained, Kristi's C-section incision wasn't healing quite properly, and they wanted to place a vacuum on it to suck it shut.

Warning: Some blood and gore coming up...

See, most wounds heal from the inside out and close off naturally; however, in Kristi's case, some of the wound was healing faster on top, causing potential air pockets at the skin on top and the skin beneath met up. The …

Felicity, Serend, and the Duality of Life

So, Felicity and Serend were born way back on June 17, 2008, and we've hardly had a moment to ourselves, what with two boys running around the house, Kristi's "wound" complications (described in the next post...), church callings, and work to boot!

However, Kristi, Cathy (Kristi's mom), and a few other family members went up to Idaho and took the kids with them, so I actually have a weekend to catch you up on all the goings on.

Felicity Mae and Serend Rachelle Cummings were born June 17, 2008 at 7:29 and 7:30 PM respectively by cesarean. Kristi never actually entered full labor. Instead, Serend, who was the baby that would have come out first, pushed her foot through Kristi's cervix and broke her water. It was kind of funny, if not a little disappointing that they didn't stay in there for a couple of more weeks so that they could cook.

They were 5 lbs. 6 oz, 17.5 inches and 5 lbs. 8 oz., 18.5 inches, respectively, both with red hair. While they were a go…

Four-kids on the Fourth

Well, we had our babies (I will post pictures soon). I do have one picture to post right now, but I am out of time for writing tonight, so I will comment later. Clock-wise from the upper-right: Remington, Felicity, Serend, Issac.

Inverse Laws

So, the other day, I discovered some inverse laws regarding our family that I hope will be helpful to future generations:

- The Law of Cleanliness Being Next to In-Law-ness: The mutual awareness of the uncleanliness of the house increases as the distance between the house and an in-law decreases. For about the last six weeks, Kristi's mom has been very kind to come and help take care of the kids while I was at work and Kristi was either on bed rest or taking care of two new ones. What I observed was a positive correlation between the rate at which we tried to straighten up the house and Cathy's (Kristi's mom) temporal distance from the house (ETA):




ETA (min.)Cleaning Rate (hs/sq.ft/s)*


450.1


351

2510


15100


51000


* Cleaning Rate: hs = hand swipes


With a little bit of work, we can establish the mathematical relationship as follows, where x is Cathy's ETA:

y = 10^(3-(x-5)/10)

As you can see, the relationship is exponential and leaves us cleaning at a rate of over 3000 hs per sq.…

Card-Carrying Nephites

I hope that you all had a propserous Pi Day last Friday. We ate pizza from The Pie for the fourth Pi Day in a row (I think that qualifies as a tradition), and had a pi recitation contest. Several nerd jokes were exchanged and we had a moment of awe-struck silence as we sat pondering how hopelessly nerdy we were.

I could probably call myself a "card-carrying" pi geek, as opposed to your run-of-the-mill pi geek, as when random people say in my general direction, "Hey, Pi man!" I turn my head as naturally as if they had called me by name. Over the years, a childhood fetish has gradually turned into a portion of my identity to the point that, over the years, I have acquired a pi tie, a pi plate, and a pi business. Now, see if you can beat that!

Anyway, I'm sure that each of us is passionate about something to the extent that it is part of our identity, or, in other words, that we could say we are "card-carrying" members. I thought about all of this ove…

Cummings Look-alike Meter

Cummings Look-alike Meter

There's no 'I' in criticize

A few months ago, we had some Christmas money to spend, and so we took it to Deseret Book. This is probably the most sure-fire way that it will all be spent in one place. :)

Kristi and I devour books, and, over the last year or so, I have developed a taste for audio books. So, I made a bee line to the audio book section, and was given by the wife 15 minutes to make my selections (this is a standard that we picked together, lest I spend 15 hours comparing the values of various audio books before I finally give up and decide to buy all of them instead).

My eyes fell on an audio book by John Lund, and old Institute instructor of mine. It was entitled "How to Give and Receive Criticism". My mind was drawn to it, and I felt inspired to purchase it. So, I did.

I listened to the first three chapters right away, and I marveled as John described my personality exactly; contrary, sarcastic, know-it-all, indignant, and arrogant. Tears filled my eyes as people to whom I had more fie…

Why Some Truths Are Best Left Unspoken

I have a co-worker, Randy, who has a funny quirk in his personality that causes him to faint at the sight of someone bleeding, particularly himself. He has countless stories of a simple cut causing him to faint and hit his head or some other body part on something hard, turning a routine band-aid moment into major drama. For some reason, unbeknownst to us all, he has now emotionally tied bleeding to fainting, and a faint at the sight of bleeding is nearly unavoidable.

We've all done something like this in our lives, though perhaps not to the same extent. Some of us have eaten a particular food, gotten sick shortly thereafter, and now, even though we logically understand that it might not have been the food, any presence of that food later on will cause us to quease up. Others have had a bad experience at a certain store, restaurant, person's house, etc. that was completely unrelated to those locations, but now, they can't go there anymore lest those same bad feelings an…

Multiply and Replenish

Well, ever since Zac, we felt like we successfully replenished the Earth, but we wanted to multiply as well. By two, apparently...




This is the ultrasound from Kristi's visit to the Ob-Gyn on Friday. The fact that we were pregnant came as no surprise--we've known for about three months. But, twins! (For those who don't see it, yet, the two circles are two separate heads, there is a film down the center indicating two separate sacs, and there are two placenta, one in the upper-right and one on the lower-left.

We are not going to find out their genders, as usual, and so, we are trying to come up with good name pairs, given the combination that comes out. If it is two girls, we are hoping to use a name that we have already picked out: Felicity (we will call her Lici). For the second girl, while it is long, we thought that a cute combination name would be Serendipity. I know. It's a 5-syllable name. We'd call her Wren, so it wouldn't be so bad. I like it bec…

Put Me On Intermittent

A couple of weeks ago, Kristi and I were in Idaho celebrating Christmas with the Call family (Kristi's maternal grandparents and down). One morning, a few of us decided to go play basketball at the YMCA. But, before getting our game on, there was another opponent that the driver, Craig, had to battle: The snow.

See, Craig is from Arizona, and so his dad, Bruce, decided that Craig should get some practice on snowy Idaho roads since he will likely never get such practice in Arizona (of course, in Arizona, he gets practice on melty roads). A quick talk about black ice, drift, etc. was enough to make Craig really nervous, but he was a pretty good sport.

Our conversation about driving in the snow, including the important note that the traction that the road will provide will be intermittent, led us to wonder what would be the worst kind of 'intermittence' that one could experience while on the road.

Unanimously, it was gravity. Imagine a storm that could cause the natural gra…