For the soundtrack to this: http://tinyurl.com/ydpas6v

…when they feature me on the BYU homepage.

…if they enjoy doing it. Besides, all the snow from the driveway went to making a giant fort.

I think that it’s a sign that my kids have been snow-deprived that they were the only ones on our block out playing in the 2″ of snow this afternoon.  They’re both praying for a snow day tomorrow.

When In-N-Out Burgers comes to town.

…but I think that it works when you auto-tune science.

By the way, I’m contemplating changing the name of this blog to “How to make your kids complete science geeks.”

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@ work with Dad, originally uploaded by brockkirwan.

This is what we do when we come to hang out with dad at his office. Then dad shows us how to find free food on campus (it involves crashing seminars in other departments).

I think this is true for my kids:

from: thisisindexed.com

For family night last night, Maren and the kids picked up a pizza on their way to pick me up from work.  We had pizza and soda in my office and then went to the (free) Museum of Paleontology on campus.  The museum has extended hours every Monday evening in November just for family night.  It’s a tiny museum (with some really cool fossils) tucked into the corner of the football stadium parking lot.  One of the cooler parts of the museum is where you can stand and watch the students work with the fossils in the workshop at the back of the building.  They really do have a good collection for such a small place.

All yesterday evening and all this morning the kids and I have been singing this song:

And so it begins, originally uploaded by brockkirwan.

yes, that is a dusting of snow on our lawn. Yes, it’s nearly melted by now, but THIS IS HOW IT BEGINS! Next thing you know, we’ll have this.

I was riding in the car with our next door neighbor the other day as her 10 year-old son was trying to talk his way out of piano lessons:

10 year-old kid: “Mom, please can I not go to piano?”

Mom: “No.  We’ve already paid for the lesson.  You’re going.”

10 y-o: “Please?  I’ll pay for 1/3 of the lesson.”

Mom: “Nice try.”

10 y-o: “Please?”

Mom, starting to waver in her resolve: “What’s your best argument for not going?”

10 y-o: “Well, it’s just me and her in the room–alone.  Are you comfortable with that?”

He ended up going to his lesson.