Thursday, September 27, 2007

My dad can fix ANYTHING


One of those things that kids say. Apparently Holden says this and much more about his daddy at school. We had parent-teached conferences this past weekend at Holden's school. You know...to make sure he was coloring in the lines and playing well with others.


The teachers say that whenever they ask a more difficult question that the kids don't have an answer for, Holden pipes up to let them know he will ask his daddy, because "my daddy knows EVERYTHING!"
When we came out of the school the sun was shinning bright, but was nothing compared to the beaming smile on Nate's face knowing that he is "that dad" that knows everything. What more affirmation could a daddy ask for.


Tales and Tails

We have an addiction. We can't get enough of it and I happy to say I have a friend who has the same problem. I HATE being addicted to something alone. Everyone needs a crack buddy, don't they? Our crack comes in the form of a beach called Boracay.

I am sure there are better beaches....somewhere in the world, but I doubt it. This past trip there was by far the best. Maybe it was because we took Lani (yaya tinkerbell) along. Maybe it was because it was "off season" and there weren't near as many tourists. Maybe it was because it wasn't nearly as hot as it usually is. Or maybe, it is because it is like Disneyland: the happiest place on earth.

We went on an island hopping tour this time. We took a tricycle (our first), which can miraculously fit two American adults, one child, one yaya, the driver, the boatman and the candlestick maker, to the other side of the island to hop on a boat.
We stopped along the way to do a little snorkeling, Holden was even a trooper and fed the fish and snorkeled a bit. Nate was a show-off and headed to the bottom to bring up one of the blue starfish that dot the bottom of the ocean.
Then we went off to visit two caves; the first of which you climb down and through a very narrow spiral staircase to the ocean. Everything was peachy as we moved to the next cave. Again down the steep stairs and across a bridge that is about knee deep in water and through a VERY narrow cave. SO narrow and short that Nate was clawing through on his hands and knees. It was truly "Filipino size." Into the water we went but after a while...everything started to itch...painful itching and stinging. Everyone is out of the water. Jellyfish is what they told us. Pouring fresh drinking water all over ourselves we head back through the claustrophobic cave to the water bridge when the guide yells for us to stop, be careful, snake! WHAT!?! I yell back at Nate that there is a snake to which he responds "whatever" thinking I am telling him that so he will pick up his crawling pace. I grab Holden unsure whether or not to turn around and high tail it back to the jellyfish or encounter the snake. This snake, is it IN the tunnel with us? Is it headed our way? I don't know. Because all the guide said was....snake! Luckily Lani was with us and the guide came over to help us around the snake which was half in, half out of the water. Safely across the bridge I asked the guide if the snake was deadly. The response: "yes ma'am, one hour," and then he makes a slice across his throat with his index finger with the sound affect of "keeek." GREAT!



Ever since we have moved to the Philippines, we have talked about getting certified to dive. Ah, but time. Precious precious time has prevented us. We stopped by a dive shop to see how many days it would take and decided to do a trial dive where they teach you the basics, take you down 10-12 meters one on one for as long as you have air. It was a fantastic experience now we're on a mission to get certified, then maybe we will get addicted a new beach...but I
doubt it!

The date that time forgot


When "we" were pregnant with Holden, Nate had hopes that he would be born on his birthday...September 11th. In addition to that not being the greatest day in America, I kept telling Nate that in the long run he really wouldn't want to share his birthday. Holden was born exactly a week later and Nate's birthday still gets a little forgotten. Take for instance this post...a few weeks late...and AFTER the details about Holden's. OOOPS.

We happened to be in Boracay (AGAIN) and we surprised Nate at breakfast with a couple of little cakes from the Lemon Cafe. In addition there was a cake waiting for him when we got home as well as two more at his office. I guess that takes care of the next 3 years!

Notice the age and the date.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Helpless

We returned from vacation today to find out that while we were away my uncle died. He wasn't sick, he wasn't diseased, he wasn't old. He was young and vibrant and loving and full of life. And life...well life isn't fair. It is volatile and precious and taken for granted every day.

I was fortunate enough to grow up close to this uncle...he was like a father to me. He was my mom's oldest bother, his name is Steven Neal Simpson, and he is the kind of person that everyone admires. There was always a smirk on his face. He was genuine. He was fun. He was humble. He was talented. He was kind. He was generous. He was loving.

He adored his wife, he respected his wife. They had an ease about their relationship. Nate and I would often comment, that it was a relationship to emulate. Steve has two daughters whom he admired greatly. He puffed with pride when he saw them. He teased them the way only a father could do. He had pictures of them all over his dental lab. There is nothing more unfair in my world right now then that these three remarkable women; Jan, Brooke and Brandi will have to go on with their lives without him.

At times like these, it is hard to be away. Hard to comfort the ones you love. Hard to believe that this is really happening. I hope that they know our thoughts and love are with them at this difficult time.



Steven Neal Simpson, 60, of Blackfoot, died of injuries sustained in a motorcyle accident on Sept. 8, 2007, just north of Preston, Idaho.

Steven came into this world on Oct. 24, 1946, born to Shirley Peterson Simpson and Keith Boothe Simpson. He was born in Burley, Idaho, and made his debut at a whopping 10 pounds. He spent his early childhood in Burley, St. Louis, Mo., and San Diego, Calif., while his father pursued his dental degree and completed his Navy service. The family located to Blackfoot in 1954 when Keith opened his dental practice. Steve quickly made Blackfoot his own, making friends along the way. Steve was a gifted athlete in his younger days. He played first string football, basketball, and baseball throughout his high school career. He graduated from Blackfoot High School in 1965. After a year at Utah State, he joined the Navy in 1966 during the Vietnam conflict. He served mainly as a radioman on the USS Constellation and at the naval base in the Philippines. He was honorably discharged in 1969.


Steve, encouraged by his dad, decided to attend dental laboratory school at Portland Community College in Portland, Ore. He graduated in 1974 with an associate's degree in dental laboratory technology. While in Portland he met and married the love of his life, Jan Merre King, who was also attending PCC. They were married in Beaverton, Ore., on Sept. 1, 1973. After completing school, Steve packed up his new bride and returned to his beloved Idaho. Steve started his career with Treasure Dental Lab in Idaho Falls, learning the trade from Barry Treasure. Always a quick study, Steve decided to start his own lab in Blackfoot in 1975. He first worked out of his basement and then in 1976 moved his lab to the Simpson Dental Clinic and named it Parkway Dental Laboratory.
In 1983, he and his longtime friend, John Buzzard, combined their two labs to create Parkway Dental Lab, Inc. That partnership remains to this day. Steve excelled at his profession, and many dentists recognized his artistic talent. There are countless dental prosthetics in place up and down the valley that his hand has touched.


Steve and Jan were blessed with identical twin daughters on July 22, 1982. Brooke Merre was the first born, with Brandi Jean following five minutes later. Steve's daughters were the light of his life, and he provided them with constant love and support. In 2002 Brooke married Cleve Colson, and Steve quickly adopted him as his own. Steve's love for his family was his crowning achievement, and its strength will sustain them forever. Steve had a passion for photography and loved everything outdoors. His younger years were spent hunting, shooting, and fishing. As the years progressed he enjoyed many different sporting activities, such as boating, bow hunting, golfing, ATVs, and finally, motorcycling. Cleaning, polishing, and then hopping on his Yamaha seemed to bring him the most satisfaction. He was always planning the "next trip".


Steve is survived by is wife of 34 years, Jan, his daugther Brooke and son-in-law, Cleve Colson, daughter, Brandi, mother, Shirley, and mother-in-law, Gene King. He is also survived by his brother, Mike and his wife Kathy, sister Susan Heyer and her husband Chris. He has one niece, Melissa (Nate) May, and two nephews, Caleb and Holden. He has many aunts, uncles, and cousins as well.
Steve was preceded in death by his dad, Keith, and his grandparents.He was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and attended Jason Lee Memorial United Methodist Church.


A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Thursday, Sept. 13, 2007 at the Jason Lee Memorial United Methodist Church with Reverend Gay Jeffery officiating. The family will meet with friends and relatives from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. Wednesday, Sept. 12, 2007 at Hawker Funeral Home and again for one hour prior to services at the church.In lieu of flowers memorials can be made to Jason Lee Memorial United Methodist Church, 168 S. University Ave., Blackfoot, Idaho 83221.Military honors will be presented by the Stewart Hoover American Legion Post No. 23.




Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Hair and lack thereof

When it's hot here, it is HOT. When it's not hot here, it is still HOT. Shaving ones head seems like a great way to stay cool, and I guess since it works for Nate, he thinks Holden should do it too. YEAH RIGHT.

Holden insists and whines and cries every time he gets a hair cut that he doesn't want it cut like daddy. It may be because Nate teases him about it...but that is a battle for another day. Holden's friend on the other hand, is enthralled with Nate's "hair cut" and insisted that he have the same cut as "Holden's daddy." So...here we have it folks, Nate's proud moment.



UPDATE: Holden STILL doesn't want his hair cut like Daddy.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Holdenisms

Holden says SO many things that it is hard to remember them but each makes us smile and many shock us. Here are just a few of the most recent.

When Nate came home to take him to school one morning he was a having a hard day. Everything was going wrong and the final straw was Lani (yaya) wiping his face the "wrong way." "Dad, I just have bad energy around me today."


After soccer practice the other day.
"I fell down a lot but that's ok, it's just part of the game"
"That boy, the one with the fat cheeks, he pushed me on the field"


As I was packing his lunch for school (one day a week he goes all day and they have lunch and nap time) he said; "I can't believe I have to live at school today." Followed by, when he got home; "Mom, you know how I lived at school today? Can I do that again?"

On the way home from school the other day. Nate and I were both with him. "Mario (our driver), mom and me...we're in love."

To his teacher the other day at school. "My mom and dad were fighting." Teacher trying to reassure him that maybe mom and dad were just having a discussion. "Nope, they were fighting, and then, my dad hit my mom!" Um, yeah. We had to have a talk about making up stories and Nate had to pick his jaw up off the ground.

Ah life with a very talkative 3 year old. Couldn't be any better.


Here is Holden on his way to school in his uniform and cowboy boots. Hey, at least they kind of match!

On the way to soccer. It was a long hard day, but he wasn't about to let go of his soccer ball.

How time flies

It has been a while since we have posted anything....SORRY. For those of you who have been waiting for an update. Here it is! We had a whirlwind trip in the States between families and friends and shopping it was a busy couple of weeks. We got back home and have spent the past month readjusting to our busy life here.
  • Holden started soccer or futbol depending on where you live.





  • I started tennis lessons 3 days a week with a couple of girlfriends.
  • We went the the most fabulous golf course in Tagaytay.



  • We built a fort out of boxes in Holden's room.




  • We lost two really good friends for two very different yet strange reasons.

  • We hosted a party of 12 of Nate's clients for dinner out our house. And thanks to a close friend and a fabulous staff, it turned out beautifully.

  • I have decided that sushi isn't all that bad.

  • It has been a constant state of torrential downpour here every week. As in....who KNEW you could actually have your house flood 35 stories up! School has been canceled on average 2 times a week and I am really bummed I didn't buy some fashionable wellies while I was in the States or as Holden calls his...rain cowboy boots.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Ocean Adventure

Holden has a field trip today with his school to Subic Bay (a few hours away) at Ocean Adventure. Each term, they focus on a different topic and they are just finishing up learning everything you can about water from the things that live in water to where it comes from and on and on. It is amazing how much he now knows about water! Here are some pictures from the day.


Holden and his classmates doing "field work" they take their clipboards and draw pictures of what they see so they can talk about it at school.


The highlight of the day, after the aquarium, the sea lion show and the dolphin and whale show was getting to touch the dolphins.

And check out their mouth.
And have your picture taken with them.

busy boys, but they held still for one photo.