Mr. Einstein anyone?

This is just a small announcement, that James got his best GPA this past fall semester. Better than any grades he's ever had at BYU, or high school for that matter. I couldn't be more proud of him and how much the athletic training program has increased his motivation for school and his happiness in life overall! He now realizes that a 4.0 might not be too far a shot for him, and, he has a calendar. That's right, a CALENDAR. (You would have to know James to know that this is a BIG step for him.) It's color coded, he checks it daily, and it even has a color for family times and scouts.

He works with the BYU track team now. And even though I hate that he has to give "upper hamstring and gluteal massages" to "eliminate knots and relieve cramping", we just try not to talk about it. I try to remind myself that at least he's not a gynecologist. At least he admits that he doesn't like the girls' uniforms (aka all-over spandex.) He spends most his time working with the men's track team and loves that his supervisor is a man and that he has more men in his semester now. He didn't even start the wrong class this semester! (Remember last year when he was going to the neurology class, not realizing that his real class was in the room next door. He would email the real professor for help on the topics and wonder why the syllabus never matched what they were learning? ) He has 17.5 credit hours, spends 20 at the clinical assignment, and still manages to eat at least 1 meal with me a day and play "boop" (basketball hoop) with Jackson. I had a good laugh last night. James only had an hour break before going to mutual and Jackson wanted to watch "foo-ball" with him. (They had watched the national championship game on the internet a while ago.) Jackson kept saying "foo-ball dad" pointing at the computer, and James had to hurry and eat and leave. He kept trying to say bye to Jackson, but over and over, Jackson "foo-ball dad, foo-ball dad". James left and Jackson was SO mad. He cried for at least 20 minutes in front of the computer "no dad, no foo-ball....". Turns out Jackson's more like his dad than we ever realized...