Madness

It's literally our favorite time of year. I mean, I like Christmas and all, but, ah, the Tournament! Best gig in sports, bar none. And to top this year off was that amazing BYU team...

Rounds 1 and 2 found the Cougars in Denver, we joined thousands of those wonderful alumni (the only flaw in the tournament paradigm is that it includes so few students) - we felt better after speaking with several other navy blue-clad zealots and found what they had paid to see Jimmer and the Fredettes sneak past Wofford and dismantle Gonzaga. Comparatively, we did well.The fellas. The first-round Wofford game was ugly in the extreme, and after sitting through Gonzaga's clotheslining of St. John's, we didn't sleep well.

Needn't have worried, as it turned out. Jimmer and the boys were on a freakin' rampage in that second round, just raining 3's, nabbing every free ball and rebound...looking every second like a Final Four team. There was much rejoicing, and verbal speculation regarding how many children each family would need to sell to garner the required cash flow for the Sweet 16 series in New Orleans. You only think I'm kidding.Our favorite sign, but there were plenty of noteworthy entries.

Of course, the next round wasn't as fun or rosy. So it works out that we opted to keep all of our kids and stayed in our own basement, sharing the pain as a family unit. That's how we bond.

Ricky Kulwicki 1961-2011

THIS is why this last February just sucked out loud.

I'm going to attempt to do the impossible: shoehorn in one short-ish blog post everything this man was and is, everything he stood for and exemplified, everything he meant to me. Never mind. Can't be done.

What I will attempt to convey is just what the world lost on Tuesday, February 15th, 2011: the most open, accepting, generous, unfailingly kind, intelligent, funny, punctual and unpretentious soul who ever lived. The gold standard when it comes to loyalty, dedication, sacrifice, dignity. No one knows a better father: you may be just as good, but you're certainly not better. A first-class artist, guitarist and rock historian, a peerless base-running coach, a son, a brother, a father, a friend, a mentor.
For his obituary in the Denver Post, he was described by friends as "...a person of impeccable integrity." "I've never met his equal for pure sunshine and happiness and positivity - he was just a magical character - an ambassador of good-will." "If you ever needed an example of how to live your life, you only had to look at how Rick conducted his."

I got to do that every day of my life. Rick was the best of all positive things...the only thing missing, maybe, was activity in the gospel. But I'll tell you what: I've never met a more Christlike being. The gospel would have blessed his life immeasurably, but his participation wouldn't have made him one ounce of a better person. He was already there.

Various Attainments and Occasions for Merriment

Ah, Girl Scout cookie season. For one brief, shining moment, I was the cookie mom for Troop 632. Then February happened. But just as we were getting our feet under us, we were able to have a private booth sale at Rocky Mountain Harley-Davidson, which was, if you knew my brother at all, very apropos - a host of wonderful people whom your six-year-old daughter may not necessarily feel comfortable approaching.

It was Mardi Gras weekend, so the girls decorated a float to participate in the store parade...Famous Americans project. Shane chose, from the plethora of amazing and accomplished fellow countrymen the moral giant known to us as...Kobe Bryant. No, that's not a typo. Kobe Bryant. Where have I gone wrong as a parent? Stellar presentation, though, I must say.Foothills' Blue & Gold Banquet. You just had to be there.

Since you weren't: the Webelos den crafted an amazing feat of drama and humor via paper-bag puppets - they say it's a tougher medium than most...something unintelligible regarding Star Wars and pirates punctuated with much giggling.

In between what I can only assume was a scrump-dili-umptious serving of spaghetti, we were treated to all manner of skits and songs as well as...the awarding of pins, beads and other tokens of advancement. Go, Shane! And go, Matt, who is not only Cub Committee Chair, but the only thing standing between his sons and utter nonparticipation. I'm all talk and no work when it comes to Cubs. There. It's out.

Everything he needs is in his hands. Therefore...

momma gets pinned. Had I known such an event was in the offing, I would've dressed accordingly. At the very least, something that didn't suggest "Car Wash". As in: "I just completed a shift at."Other moms coaxed a hug, maybe even got a handshake. Me, I just took 'im down. I received a standing ovation for my efforts.The piece d' resistance: exploding volcano. Oh, baby.Eve was not without her achievements in February...she, Emily and Erin completed a project on Canada and its indiginous environs...What you see here is all that remains to visibly chronicle the Bisons' amazing basketball season: 6 wins, 1 loss, 1 tie. Stellar in the extreme. Can't say enough. Definitely can't say enough to make up the loss of images. The irony: pictures from a decade ago? Of which we have no further need? I can make as many copies as I desire, courtesy of negatives. Now that I'm digital and much "advanced"? I have no copies. Of anything. For the past eleven months. See? See the irony?

The All-Encompassing Trip

Well, surely you know I lifted that heading from the fan-based radio phone-in show from Sirius' Pearl Jam radio...surely you know it.

February just sucked out loud.

I needed to get outta Dodge, and had a wonderfully complicit husband with which to do it. We even, in a magnanimous gesture, included the children.

Glenwood is just a little joy: you pass by it on your way to everywhere, and if you weren't going everywhere, you'd love to hunker down for a day or two. This time, we did.

Glenwood is high, high in the mountains, and boasts amazing vapor caves and natural-spring therapeutic pools, so folks like Doc Holliday were sent there to recoup from whatever it was he had - consumption? Sure.

We just went to stay in a Hampton Inn (at Ty's request, AND scored he Sunlight Mountain Suite), get in a little skiing, soak in those mega-hot pools, and just see something different. Like this: my kids? In a swimming pool? Unique, all the way around. Matt and the kiddies hit Sunlight Mountain Resort: a nice, family-friendly little place. I always bunk up in the lodge with a nice book. Or even a bad one. The preferred means of descent for little Evie. Gracie kicked so much tail at ski school that she spent the afternoon hanging out with Dad and the sibs... The Glenwood Hot Springs pool is just glorious...this is the 104-degree thereapeutic pool, which you can visit year-round, but it's a special guilty delight when it's 32 degrees out of the water.

Jimmah Time

Oh, dearest Jimmer...no commentary of our 2011 would be complete without mention of our favorite Cougar of all time. So here it is. Our mention of our favorite Cougar of all time. May the Gods continue to smile upon you and give us something to believe in, you staunch adherer to the Honor Code, you.

Wuv, Twue Wuv

Valentine's Day is a favorite 'round here...

Shane's classroom party was, well...not run by me. Which is perfectly fine, believe me. It was just a little lighter on pure junk and craziness than the other parties, which, again, is perfectly fine. I just subscribe to the school that they have 3 parties per year, and can't we cut 'em some slack? Feed them something besides grapes and cheese and crackers?

They were handed a worksheet asking them to sort their hearts and estimate how many they could stack in order to create a 3 in' in diameter square, and other such brainiac delights. I get that they're the 'smart' kids, but...no. It's perfectly fine. Shut up, Linda.

But I can't shut up. After all the fun of estimating lengths, they retreated to the rug for cards. Oh, it's lamentable. "Do you remember your 2nd grade Valenting party, Shane?" "Sure! We played cards."

Ty's 4th grade room had a breakfast, and as I was running between his and Eve's simultaneously scheduled soirees (don't ask), I missed a lot of the shenanigans, but apparently, Trevor coveted Ty's box.

I've run the ol' pick-up-the-hearts-with-chopsticks game many a time, and 4th grade always seems to be the perfect time to kick it out - Ty was disappointed he didn't clean up the competition, but those are life lessons I'm only too happy to impart in a holiday setting.

All of the evidence points toward my child eating a Twinkie at 9:30 a.m., and I swear that no one brought them in. It's a mystery.

Ty was a proud participant in the Student Countil candy-gram fundraiser, and each of the Crawford kids received them from the parental units - can't say we're not supportive! At times overtaxed and overextended, but never unsupportive.

Pucker up.

The delivery went smoothly, no complications.

Part of the kindergarten festivities involved the crafting of these chenille-stem bracelets - it was all about creating patterns. We also had them decorate cookies, the thicker the frosting, the better.

We then headed home for our annual reception of mylar balloons, chocoates and Gigi's cupcakes, which boast a good 2" of frosting, guaranteed to make any consumer violently ill. We can't wait to do it again.

The Lost Season

The good news is that our hard drive crashed, taking the many masterful courtside shots I had obtained of Ty's season as a Bison and Shane's season with the Sun Devils...and since that's the good news, I guess there's no bad news. Perhaps, if I'm very, very good and our family spends no extra money on fun for the next year or so, we can pony up the cash to recover those and many other fabulous photos that are permanently missing. A gal can dream, can't she? The only thing God didn't do to Job was give him a computer.

Let Your Hair Down

Gracie Lou turned 6 on December 27th...and didn't manage a party until February 5th, due, as ever, to a growing amount of swim meets and basketball games. She's such a good sport about postponing joy, and we hoped to stage an amazing effort at re-creating Rapunzel and all of the Tangled magic we could conjure. In mid-blizzard, a full guest list gathered in the Crawford living room to first wow us with their hair-styling abilities and compete for fabulous prizes! Here, Gracie labors with Ella's tresses in a most spectacular way.
Gracie scored this amazing t-shirt prize, thanks to Ella's stylistic masterpiece, seen below:

Check ME out.
Why the t-shirt prizes, you ask? Art was soon to follow, designed to closely mimic Rapunzel's time spent captive in the tower.

We had the gals create wanted posters, and then murals...I LOVE 6-year-old girls. They will paint until the cows come home. Or until the party time has completely run out. Daddy worried somewhat about increasing the party time by 1/2 hour more than we customarily offer for a six-year-old's party, but even had time to sneak the Jimmer game.

There was just enough time for feasting on confections such as the one pictured above, which looked a little somethin' like this...

And then we retired to ceremoniously rip apart boxes and bags and completely ignore the many homemade cards still tucked into Grace's bulletin board - those are the treasures you don't appreciate until MUCH, MUCH later.

Grace was so thrilled, but had these sage words to impart: "Mom, it's hard to have your own party. Everyone wants to play with YOU, and you can't choose because people will be left out." Welcome to greatness, Gracie Lou.