toot...

so this one time kelsey, tino, devin & i went to golf'n'stuff. kelsey's one lucky son of a gun and won a butt load of tickets... we ended up with a bag o' loot- amongst which was a whoopee cushion. whoopee cushions are freaking funny.... always. 3 year old little girls playing with whoopee cushions? even funnier!  

sorry the video is so dark... it's from my phone (it was closer than my camera. haha).

enjoy.

:)

trot...

i just realized i never blogged austin's eagle project. i don't know how i forgot that! 

photo curtesy of spencer boerup photography. check him out.... he's amazing! 

well, back in october austin finally finished up his project. he made a sensory course at TROT (therapeutic riding of tucson). trot is a nonprofit organization that has been around for 35 years. it helps handicapped children and adults use their sensory skills and work on their balance and coordination. it is a really awesome organization. tino's project consisted of eight different wooden shapes that were attached to wooden posts along a zig-zag path.  all eight shapes were painted a different color and had a different sensory item attached (like roofing tile, tire tread, outdoor carpet, etc). he had a lot of people show up the day of his project to help out and support him. 

yesterday was a special dedication. the directors and all the children love this course so much that they named it "austin's alley." it even has a sign. how legit is that? we all thought it was pretty cool. his eagle court of honor is coming up on the 30th. we are all so proud of him! good job, buddy! 

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afterwards papa and hayley wandered around the property and pet/fed some of the horses. how cute are they? that little girl sure loves her papa!

 favorite ^  :)

oh the memories...

so i had a photo shoot on saturday... we went up mt. lemmon for some engagement shoots. it was cold... and at the end of the shoot it starting snowing. fun right? yeah... i can handle snow in small increments, but it just got me to thinking about my time in provo. it's hard to believe it was 3 years ago when i was blogging all of those silly somewhat dramatical posts about snow. i may have been over exaggerating how horribly unfun snow is, but i said what i said and i'll stand by it till the end. remember those? about my giant ice-scrapper and watering left eye and falling in front of the hogi yogi and learning that snow blowers don't actually blow and the snow is death monologue... yeah. hahaha... good times.

well anyway... back to my wonderful arizona. it's been cold lately. cold like it is 37* right now (and that is cold, kelsey! don't judge me!). i even had to cover up my plants last night because it was supposed to freeze. and it did. the grass was all types of frosty this morning... it's not quite snow, but it's close enough. 

time for hot chocolate. 

hasta.

whoa...

so... i got a memory card for my phone years ago and apparently i have never emptied it. as of this exact moment in time i have a whopping 942 pictures on my phone. perhaps i should have waited till i got to an even thousand before i did this, but whatevs. here are my favorite pictures from over the years...

say eight, say eight!

so. how do we begin? i was on my bed writing my favorite missionary (elder zac), when i hear tino making a ruckus down the hall. all i could really hear was something about a sledgehammer and a finger. 

it piqued my interest. 

turns out tino was outside splitting wood for some boyscouts going on a campout this evening (poor little suckers, it's been raining the last two days and is supposed to snow on mt. lemmon), but i still don't pity those fools. anyway. i guess austin's finger was too close and he kinda slipped and pinched the junk out of his left hand index finger. we the farr children have a fairly low tolerance for pain. needless to say, austin is not exempt from this genetic anomoly. he was freaking out cause it hurt so the mama gave him some ibuprofen, ice and called the medical help line... even though we had already contacted our personal nurse (ahem, nicole) and emt (ahem, dustin). at this point tino had settled down and realized he wasn't in fact dying. but we were already on the phone and those dear people were going through their spiel. they asked what number he was on the pain scale. he said 5 when it probably was really only a 2, but who really wants to sound like the dork who's calling about a 2. "Say eight! say eight!" (anyone, anyone?) haha... so we were already kind of chuckling... and then mom was trying to explain to the people what had happened and she kept talking about "the segment, the portion, the part, etcetera." it was funny. 

poor austin is still hurting, but he'll live. 

scene of the incident