Johnny Lingo Night: A YW Activity

• Buy some cheap Hawaiian leis. And tell them to wear their Hawaiian shirts or clothes if they have them. • 1 Paper doll. Give her a modern name. Make her big, like as big as a smallish poster board. Make her cute and color her. Cut her out. Take some time. • Download the movie, Johnny Lingo from lds.org. o https://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2011-05-0010-johnny-lingo?lang=eng o It’s old and corny, but you will be surprised at how the girls will love it. • Handout: I made these using postcards that you can buy at the office supply store. This is what I put on them:

• Ingredients for Pineapple Dole Whip Smoothies The Activity: • Begin with story of your paper doll. Make sure they are paying attention when you tell her story. I am going to call mine Maria. Maria is a (whatever age of girl you are working with). She likes reading, movies and hanging out. She loves to wear her favorite styles. Sometimes her friends are kind of sarcastic with her. They might say, “Maria, wow, those shorts are so stylish. Where did you get them? From your mother?” And then they laugh; only Maria feels bad. (Rip off one of her arms. You keep telling her story where people are rude or sarcastic to her, and as you tell them what is said to her, she feels sad and you rip off another piece until she is in pieces. This usually make people sit there in shock. How could you rip her up? You spent so much time on her. Explain how our words are sometimes used to attack, demean, or cause pain to other people. • Watch the movie Johnny Lingo. They WILL make fun of it at first, but for me, the minute Moki, the father says, “Mahana, you ugly,” they are hooked. • Discuss the movie. My favorite new “Come Follow Me” question: “What did you notice in that movie? Have a good discussion. Talk about your own feelings and experience but let them share their own. • Hand out the poem. • Make Dole Whips: My recipe: • Ingredients: o 4 cups frozen pineapple chunks o 1/2 cup milk o 1/8 tsp salt o 2 Tbsp sugar o 1 Tbsp lemon juice • Blend all ingredients together and drink it like a smoothie. WE also ate some store bought coconut cookies to go with our tropical theme. I put little umbrellas in their smoothies as well.

Okay, for today, I have three new pictures for your pinning pleasure. One is something a friend of mine asked if she could pin, and inspired me to come back to my blog. The other two are some I made for my Young Women as we had a lesson Sunday on Being kinder to each other. They all relate, so they can all go on this blog. The first one I made after coming home frustrated from yet another activity that was centered around eating things I know I shouldn't. Last year I was diagnosed with diabetes (type 2) and I have scratched and clawed my way to being very healthy and controlling my blood sugar. If you don't live with me, you don't know how hard it has been to change the way I have been for my whole entire life into this new creature who does not want to live an agonizing life of being sick all the time, just because I like to eat too much. It is HARD. EVERY DAY. I don't take breaks from my life-style that I have adopted because I am an addict; give me a cookie and I'll eat 10. So I was at this party with people who care about me, I know they do, but they don't understand what it's like to be me, so they insist that I eat stuff at their party. I didn't even want to go to the party, because I knew what it would be about. I ate one piece of celery to appease the honored because she said I had to eat something. Even though I told her I had just eaten dinner. Even though I was full. I HAD TO EAT SOMETHING. So I made this sign.

Please understand what I am saying. Just because you don't think it's a party unless you are stuffed, bloated and feeling icky, doesn't mean that is what I mean. The other two relate because we need to help each other rather than not help each other. First, we need to build each other. If you are working on something, I hope to all that is holy that I am your biggest supporter. I want to lift and to build. So this is what I made for my girlies:

And then, because I want everyone to know what my goal is, the third one is about being who you are no matter where you are. It is an amazing quote.

Enjoy! Pin away!

Starting back up again

It has come to my attention that perhaps the time has come to start up my blog again. I am starting to get into designing thoughts and sayings, and some people would like to pin them, but they can't do that from Facebook. So I thought I would put them here. First off, let me say that I love doing this. I have done some fun things for my Young Women (did I tell you I was in Young Women's now? It HAS been a long time!) But before I begin, a word of caution. I am going to fill this blog with my philosophy in life. I make no apologies. I am targeting no one. My philosophy might not be your philosophy. Please play nice. I have recently had an episode in my life where I put my philosophy out there to share and someone thought I was targeting her. I was not. I was defending my philosophy. I also have seen in a group that I belong to that some people get really offended when someone posts something they don't agree with. Honestly I could go around with carrying my fence around all day (personal joke, don't take a fence (offence)) about things people say or do, but it would give me too many wrinkles, and since I am a grandmother now, I already have my fair share. So take this in the Spirit it is intended, and we will have some fun. I will post some of my design work, and you can pin it on pinterest. Yeah for us.

Happy Bean Soup and Being Brave

So, little did I know when I woke up this morning I would be making a pot of my delicious Happy Bean Soup. I have been toying with the idea of entering Deseret Book's soup contest. The prize is for a $100 gift certificate, but that isn't why I wanted to do this. I reinvented this soup a few years ago when Randy asked me to make him some white bean soup. I had no idea how to make white bean soup. The only thing I did know was that you needed a ham bone. So I looked up a recipe and it seemed good to me. It had parsnips in it. I had NEVER eaten parsnips before, and wasn't sure what they looked like. (4th picture down on the right) I had never tasted them before either. Here is what I did to make this soup mine: First of all, I replaced most of the butter used with truffle oil. If you have never had truffle oil, well, it is heavenly. It is pungent and earthy and makes things taste amazing. Truffles are one of the most expensive foods on the planet. The way to get around the cost is to use infused oil. Try to find the smelliest oil you can. Price doesn't always determine this. A bottle costs anywhere between $11 and $23 depending on where you shop. I think we decided that the best was from Williams and Sonoma. Worth the investment, really, I kid you not. The other thing I did to tweak the recipe was to double the amount of ham. More ham more good in my book. The final thing that makes it mine not theirs and I think adds tremendously to the taste is to use vegetable stock instead of water. I think I used water the first few times I tried it and then decided to try veggie stock. IT TASTES TOTALLY BETTER! Mine is way better than THEIRS. So I made soup today and took pictures. You had to add a picture to your entry. I don't know if I will win. But I have shared with you a wonderul recipe and if you like it, and you smile, it will make me happy.

Texas Caviar

What my husband is obsessed with lately. And it's tasty too. Being the gringos we are, we don't add the jalapenos, but you can do what you like with it. Oh and I've discovered we like either nice cherry or grape tomatoes quartered in this better than regular big tomatoes because they have more flavor. Enjoy....

The first and the last. Last time for Stephen to start school (he's a senior); Last child to go to elementary school in her final year... first time driving to A hour which I am blessed (no sarcasm here, is there???) for an entire year. What a day

This Is Me Challenge: Challenge #17—You say “Yes”, I say “No”

This Is Me Challenge: Challenge #17—You say “Yes”, I say “No”http://scatteredsunshine-mommabees.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-and-no.html

Yes and No

A New entry to the This is Me Challenge: What I would always say yes to and what I have a hard time saying yes to...

This is me....

So I found this fun blog with great ideas on keeping a personal history on sugardoodle.net. There are actually two websites, one that is just for Mormons and one that is for anyone. I decided that this is going to be my challenge for the next little while. I will play with this and upload it to my blog. I think I should also add some of the about me layouts I did for a 30 day challenge in May. That way you can get to know me.... or not... your choice.

So the other day I had an adventure making bagels. I have actually made them before, but in an effort to save money, I decided to make them and freeze them so that I could have a quick breakfast on my busy mornings. Making bagels is kind of fun, kind of tricky but they turned out really good so I thought I'd share:

They taste really good. The recipe is as follows:

The Young Missionaries of the Family History Library

It's time I blogged again, and I think that some of my blog should be dedicated to my wonderful son Ted who is currently serving a full time mission for our church in the Family History Library on Temple Square in Salt Lake City. Ted has a form of high-functioning autism called "Asperger's Syndrome," and for awhile it was a question as to whether he would be able to serve a mission or not. I have friends that even 5 years ago wanted to send their sons on a mission but were not able to because of this condition. One of these young men was told he could work in the MTC in the laundry, but when you look at the disorder, which often causes those who have it to be sensitive to noise, smells, lights and so forth, it was an inappropriate place for him to serve and his plans went up in laundry dust so to speak. Because of their problems, Randy and I began to look into what our options would be starting back 5 years ago. It seemed such a shame to me to tell a worthy young man who all of his life had been told that worthy young men should go on missions that they couldn't go because of this disorder. When Ted found out that he might not be able to serve, he was devastated. He did everything to keep himself clean (even to the point of not even thinking of girls because as he told me, he didn't want anything to keep him from being able to serve a mission) and worthy to go and it looked like his hopes would be dashed.
The problem with sending a young man with Asperger's on a regular full time mission is that a lot of them don't drive, some (like Ted) can't ride bikes because of balance issues, some of them suffer from anxiety but mostly they suffer from a lack of social skills. The reason they lack social skills is often due to heightened senses which can often cause overloads on their systems. I mean, think about it, if you were in a room full of flashing images, loud noises, strong smells, itchy clothing and were only given things of strange texture to eat, you might pull into yourself too. They have problems relating to other people, and often problems with empathy. They are also quirky to the extreme. Many of them think in pictures, not in words which changes the way they interact with the world. Some of them have enormous intellects, and are able to memorize facts or even dialogues from books or TV that they spend their time fascinated with. Often they will approach people who they may or may not know and start a conversation about something they are thinking about without even checking to see if the person is following what they're talking about or even able to pay attention. THEY HAVE ISSUES. Okay? But that doesn't mean they are not willing or able to serve, learn and grow on a mission.
So on to Ted's amazing adventure. When he turned 17, the bishop started talking about Ted going on a mission and we discussed what we knew then about the chance that he might not be able to serve. The bishop (who is amazing) couldn't believe that they wouldn't let a great kid like Ted serve. As the time drew closer for Ted to be eligible to serve a mission, the stake president interviewed Ted. He told us he had never met a "purer" person, and that he thought that Ted should be allowed to serve a mission. They set up an appointment with LDS Social Services to have Ted evaluated. I spoke to a very nice counselor about Ted. There were some problems that Ted had faced since graduating from high school, such as an inability to find a job (partly due to the job market at the time and partly due to his lack of job finding skills) and his discomfort with new places and people. Even Ted could see that serving a mission would be challenging for him. The counselor recommend some kind of service mission where Ted could live at home for and build up some skills in dealing with other people, but because of the experiences I had heard about in the past, I was ready to say that Ted would absolutely not be a good candidate for MTC laundry or working in the Bishop's storehouse as a box loader. He has too fine of a mind for that and it would just end up stagnating him. Putting him in an environment where he wouldn't be developing people skills was NOT AN OPTION! We suggested the Family History Center, and in April of 2010 Ted became a Family History missionary in Mesa. He learned a lot over the course of the 8 months he served there, but we (his parents, the bishop and the stake president) were always convinced that this was temporary, and that Ted had bigger fish to fry. He did become more independent while he worked there, learning to work the bus system and taking care of getting himself up and ready to go every morning. He was also responsible for his own laundry, for his schedule as sometimes they worked on Saturdays or they went to the temple those days, and the social atmosphere was great for him. He made many new friends and did a really good job there. The only problem was that because he was still living at home, he was still living much of the same life as he had before with the exception of certain movies or TV shows that he was prohibited from watching. He was beginning to kind of stagnate there, not really growing as he needs to to become a mature, functioning, independent adult. We spoke again with the bishop who in turn spoke with the stake president and they went into stage two of Ted's mission experience. They had found out that there was a full-time family history mission opportunity that sounded perfect for Ted. All of the elders serving there had either some form of autism or some other condition that precluded them from serving as a full time proselytizing missionary. However it was much more of a mission experience as the boys live away from home, in apartments with the responsibility to really take care of themselves, cooking and cleaning and depending on each other much as any other full time missionary would do. My bishop and stake president really went the extra mile to get Ted accepted into this mission as they are very protective of it and only want truly serious elders who are really wanting to serve there. He was called in November and he entered the full-time mission field last Friday.
It was hard for Ted. He was very nervous about it. He doesn't cope well with transition. But he prayed about it and felt like it was what he was supposed to do. We took him up to Utah and he got to say good-bye to his family there. He relaxed a little bit there and then we dropped him off with his senior companion. We were treated to a short meeting with the coordinators and the elders and got to say our last good-bye for two years.
I wanted to blog about this because I really wanted to express my feelings about this mission and what I believe it will do for Ted. One of the first things we noticed when we met some of the elders (district leaders) who were facilitating their entry into their apartments was how happy and competent they seemed. All of the elders who serve in that mission are boys like Ted; and yet they have them serving as trainers, district leaders, assistants to the president; everything you would do in a regular full-time mission. There was an overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness that radiated out of these amazing young men who had been serving. You could tell they felt valued and trusted as servants of the Lord. I was really very worried about sending Ted away; I had been his ambassador to the world for a long, long time, and I knew that the hardest transition for him would be leaving me, his main support system. I expected to be somewhat sad and depressed to leave my boy, as I will (and do) miss him fiercely. But sitting there in that place with that overwhelming feeling of joy and the rightness of it, I could not feel sad. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Ted is in the exact right place right now, doing things that will make it possible for him to have a very successful and HAPPY life. I am so grateful for my church for coming up with such a wonderful opportunity for these boys. You could tell that the couples that work with those young men know what they're doing, and that they love the young men they are working with. I felt that Ted will be showered with blessings, so much that we will hardly be able to comprehend what the Lord will do for him for his willingness to serve. I wrote this posting for other parents who might have questions about how this all came about and how to get their sons help. If you have questions that you would like to ask me, feel free to send me an email or a message. mommabees@q.com.

White Chocolate Macademia Nut Bars

These are a version of the turtle brownies that we served for Samantha's wedding. I decided I would combine the absolutely fabulous white chocolate macademia nut cookie recipe with my awesome and terrific turtle brownies. It turned out really good. The creamy vanilla mixed wonderfully with the sticky caramel and they were totally awesome.

Here is the recipe


Here is what they look like while they're being made.



Some helpful tips:
* I find that melting the caramel in the plastic frosting bag makes it much easier to drizzle neatly as well as not getting sticky, hard to clean off caramel off of spoons and cups.
* Use good caramel. I get mine from a baking supply store near me. I am sure you could use those little plastic wrapped square thingies, and it would probably be just fine, but I think the texture would not be as smooth as the caramel that is made just for this purpose.
* What makes the cookies and bars taste so remarkable is the use of really good vanilla. It's an investment that's well worth it.

A Little Bit of This.... A little bit of that....

Okay, so it's been over a month since I have posted anything to my blog. I blame summer.... yeah, it's summer... and the fact that I had pictures that I wanted to post but Randy keeps taking my card reader to put dumb games on the dumb cards for the kids' dses... but I digress. Here are a smattering of projects that have been occupying me thus far this summer.



I made 50 of these suckers for the 2nd years at camp. I am their certification person. We have 38 2nd years and 8 YCL's plus me plus the 2nd year YCL leader. They were really simple. I modge podged the paper on, stamped the letters LE2 (for League of Extraordinary 2nd years) and then the hardest part was stringing the butterflies onto the necklace. These were made with metal washers that you buy in the hardware store.


This is the flower on the camera bag that I am still trying to put together. It is not stiff enough somehow. but the flower turned out darn cute if you ask me. And I love the fabric. And I will make it work, by hook or by crook..... probably by crook..


These are my absolutely adorable 4th of July Strawberries. I have also spent a good deal of time canning strawberry lemonade concentrate. We also did decorations for the 4th of July because they asked me to decorate at the July meeting formerly known as enrichment and I could not for the life of me find my 4th of July stuff... Here are some of our projects:



Tomorrow I will try to post pictures of our other projects. Ashley and I are obsessed with hair flowers right now, especially since we cut our hair off and our new short hair looks so cute with the flowers. And I have been working on a quilt that has been the wish of the dear husband for many a moon.... Stay tuned...

Ode to My Grandma George

So this blog post will be dedicated to one of the all time greatest people in my life, my grandmother. She was not rich, nor beautiful in a worldly sense when I knew her. She lived in poverty all of her life. She had a mouth like a sailor at times. She was also the most loving person I ever knew, and she is one of the people who probably kept me sane in a very turbulent childhood.
Vera Aileen Batchelor was one of 19 children (I think) When her father died there were still 13 children left at home. She got married at an early age to my Grandpa, John Edward George. She had 5 children, my dad being her third boy. She worked almost all of her life. When I first spent a lot of time with her she worked at the turkey plant that was close to her house. She did what she had to in order to keep her house together. When my dad died, she would take me on Friday nights to give my mom a night off. We would snuggle in her big chair and she would tell me stories and recite poetry. She told me about how her mother would read books while the whole neighborhood would gather to hear her. She made me feel loved at all times, even when I was naughty. She didn't let me off for being naughty, she was firm about what was right and what was wrong, but the love came through just the same. She was like me, an early riser, and she let me invade her quiet time. She liked to make things. She made the dress that I was sealed to my family in. She made little dolls, doll clothes, fridge magnets, she sewed, she quilted, she embroidered and she was an excellent cook. She was always giving me things. I couldn't walk out of her house without some treasure she had given me.
This week I have been canning, and this is something that reminds me of my grandma. She was an avid canner, and she would make the most amazing chili sauce. I have tried to recreate it, but I am still not there yet. I miss her. It's funny, because we have some family that didn't want my mother to take us to Grandma's so much. They drank, (not Grandma but everyone else on that side seemed to) they smoked over there (again not Grandma) and they cussed. They didn't go to church. But my mother understood that we needed all the love we could get and I am proud that she was always good to my grandmother. When my brother Dan got married, Grandma took out her endowments so she could see him get married in the temple. My mother was honored to be her escort. One day, when I see her again, I hope to be able to express to her what she means to me, but somehow, with her loving heart I am sure she already knows.

Epiphany

So I had an epiphany today. (I love that word btw). I was watching 27 Dresses in the coldness of my room. Alone. Without kids. Envy me if you dare. I decided that I like that movie and I don't like that movie for the same darn reason. I am that girl! You know the one that can't say no. That is never upset, only tired. Who lets her wants come last. Who doesn't speak up. Well, I don't know if that is going to change too much, but I know that being a martyr is unhealthy, and I have been working on it lately but not hard enough. I had to do something really unpleasant today. I had to make some people grow up. It was not fun for them and not fun for me. We have been trying to get these people to be responsible for themselves for a long long time. They haven't felt the need to be responsible, even though their bad choices were affecting us more than them. They are selfish people and I am sorry for that. But I realized something after watching that movie. It is not my fault if certain people who shall remain nameless are irresponsible. They weren't taught to be irresponsible by me. And if swearing at me makes them feel big and tough and right, that is just a statement on how sad their lives will be until they grow up. Guess what kiddos, you aren't the only fish in the pond. The other thing I realized is that I need to speak up when I know something is wrong and dangerous. I want my voice on the record next time, even if it still goes forward despite my protests. I need to be grown up enough to safeguard my little family no matter what. And believe me, next time, I WILL.

Missionary mail and Youth Conference and other musings

Ted has been having a good week. This was the first week that he was out of training and officially out on the floor. His mentor, Elder Smith, had him shadow him to show him how to do some of the computer stuff that they need to do. The older folks there are great at the genealogy portion of the program but the young guys do the work on the website and stuff. Other than the Arizona(too hot)weather, Ted has been quite cheerful about the longer hours. I am really proud of him.
The other boys spent 3 days at youth conference. I have to say that I was nervous about Daniel going. He turned 14 on Wednesday, just in time to go. This was his first experience with church dances. He had a great time. He did just fine. Stephen had a good time too, and they had great spiritual experiences. But I still have mixed feelings about church dances. They are so hard on some of the kids. Stephen said he had a friend there that didn't dance at all because he had been turned down by 13 different girls. Now, unless he is a proven abuser, I feel like there is no call for that. I remember being around 12 or 13, and going to a mandatory school dance in Jr. High. I remember one boy who was very socially awkward. Maybe it's because my home is inhabited by the socially awkward, I am more sensitive to this phenomena. Maybe it is because I was somewhat social awkward myself, and still have that sad little wallflower lurking inside. Anyhow, I remember this boy trying so desperately to get girls to dance with him. Not just any girls, either, but the popular ones. He would try dragging them to the floor. No one would dance with him. They probably felt very justified. He was kind of creepy, and extremely embarrassing to them by the way he tried to yank them out to dance. But on the other hand, it would have taken only 5 minutes (at the most) of their time to show kindness to one of Heavenly Father's children. I also remember at that same dance there was a certain "usher" Ushers in my Jr. High were the personification of cool. They had to be in 9th grade (the oldest). To me they were all good looking. One of them asked me to dance. I will NEVER FORGET IT. If at some point in a future here unknown he needed someone to stand up for his character, I WOULD STAND FOR HIM. He didn't have to dance with a geeky wallflower. He could have asked any of the popular girls and they would have been glad to dance with him. He took 5 minutes out of his life to show kindness to an awkward girl.
So I guess, in my rambling way, my question of the day is this: Do we have the right to reject one of Heavenly Father's children just to be one of the cool kids? Or are the cool kids really those who can show kindness and not worry about how cool they appear?

the beautumous carpet

Missionary Mail and New Carpet

Ted had a nice week. It was his birthday and his favorite parts were his cakes. He asked me to make a cake based on the video game Portal. It seems that the computer in the game promises cake, (moist and delicious) at the end of the game. It was black forest cake. Here is my rendition:


His words were, and I quote for all you Portal fans, "This was a triumph!" His brother in Law, Emmanuel also made him a cake for his birthday with a Portal theme:


We had some fun with this that we found at Deseret Book.


How could I help it, with a name like that. Ted had a good day. On the mission news, Ted is now out of training. As of tomorrow he will go from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. I think he will triumph. He rules.

We did get the new carpet in. It is a triumph also. We aren't letting the kids wear their shoes on it. It is beautiful.


This is how it makes us feel:

You're not as clean as you think you are.

Today we tore out the carpet in the living room and the family room. I was so happy. It was like really good therapy. Our carpet has been peed upon by too many dogs, too many times and now I will be able to exercize without gagging.
I started exercising again this week. It has made me very sore. I got obsessed with watching the Biggest Loser on Hulu (watched the whole season in 3 days I think) and it made me get back on the exercise horse. I even ran. I hate running... Anyway back to the carpet.

We have had several vacuum cleaner salesmen in our home from time to time. They always do this thing where they show you how much dirt is in your carpet. I can tell you right now that not one of them ever touched the real problem in our house. Our living room had a layer of fine sand through out the area that gets walked upon constantly. It was amazing. There was so much that you could write your name in it. The back side of the carpet was an interesting mosiac of dog pee. DISGUSTING. I have washed that darn carpet and cleaned the messes as soon as I could, but it just proves that dog pee comes to stay... and stay... and stay-ne. GROSS.

I am so excited to get new carpet tomorrow. The only sad part is that my camera lens died this week, the one I use to take pictures of almost everything. I only have the huge zoom that works right now, so hopefully I can get a decent picture of the newness tomorrow, even though I will have to back way up.

It doesn't get better than this!

I really am supposed to be writing these on Sunday, but I needed the extra time just to organize myself. So much happened on the Elder Teddy front that it took me some time to process.
One of the joys/blessings/curses of having a child that has certain disabilities (or in Ted's case, Autism) is that teaching them to be independent takes awhile. They are usually at least 3 years behind socially, (Aspies, that is) and usually plagued with nerves when it comes to new experiences and transitions. Well, a mission has been a bit of a transition, but Ted has done really well dealing with the stress of it. He has loved going to his mission everyday and learning about his ancestors. He has done well on the floor and on the phone (oh happy day) but this week I had to push him out of his comfort zone once again. It was always our intention that when I got out of school for the summer we would teach Ted how to ride the bus. For most people not that big of a deal, but for Ted and ME it was a big deal. I could easily take care of him for the rest of his life, driving him where he needs to be and making sure he is safe, but he will not grow if I do that. He needs to be able to be independent. So I taught him the bus this week. I really threw him right into the middle of it. Took him to the library on the bus and told him to come home on the bus at night. The first day, he did get a little lost. He got off a mile early. But you know what? It was okay. He had some money with him, and he walked to a Circle K and used the pay phone to call me. He wasn't nervous, he wasn't that upset, and he handled it manfully.... I was so proud of him! He even knew the cross streets of where he was to tell me so I could come find him. The next day he did it perfectly, and I think by the end of this week he will not even be phased at all by it. Maybe I won't be either....

In other Ted news, Saturday was one of the greatest days of my life. He went through the temple for the first time. He is a profound boy, so it effected him profoundly. He said it was an extremely interesting experience. Seeing him come into the Celestial room in his Temple whites was one of the most wonderful feelings I have ever had. The only thing that could have made it better was if all of the family could have been there. Yesterday he got set apart as a missionary so now he is official. This has all been such a good experience for him and I am so happy that he gets to learn all this new stuff and practice changing things up! That's all for this week!