tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64770572140420474342024-03-05T00:34:36.207-07:00Most People Don't KnowTyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-31700073378333632592013-11-27T08:50:00.000-07:002013-11-27T08:50:42.411-07:00The easiest move this yearLadies and gentlemen—or, whomever is still coming to this site—<b>my blogging has moved to another location</b>, a Wordpress blog called <a href="http://theheasleys.wordpress.com/" target="">The Heasleys</a>. (Click the link!)<br />
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The original purpose of this blog is fulfilled, in a way. I set out to write of my adventures at Utah State and getting into the actuarial profession. Now, I'm an actuary! For a wonderful company in Portland, Oregon. Karen and I have talked about combining our blogs, so we recently decided the easiest way to do that is to move to something we both like. We hope you will come with us. It's difficult to say how often we'll post, but you will find our names attached to the posts we write so that if you really don't like one of us, you can just look at the posts of the person you do like.<br />
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That's all for now.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-41596551946692634892013-10-08T23:28:00.000-06:002013-10-09T18:56:42.515-06:00I can't not talk about this bookIf you have talked with me about anything religious anytime in the past month for any length of time, you have likely heard me say something about this:<br />
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<a href="http://www.everydaymissionaries.org/" target="_blank">This is a book that changed my life.</a><br />
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I say "a book" because there are other books—the Book of Mormon, the Bible, and James E. Talmage's <i>Jesus the Christ</i>, to name a few—that have changed my life as well, and in huge ways. But this book...this book has changed my life most recently and in an unpredictable, unforgettable way. I'm not going to waste your time because <b><u>you should just be picking up this book right now and not reading anymore of this blog post</u></b>, but let me just say it is the single best resource right now, aside from the words of prophets, for latter-day Saints to learn to be effective missionaries. <b>I love this book so much I finished reading it and then picked it up the next day to start all over again.</b><br />
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If that doesn't convince you, then you should know Clayton Christensen was quoted in <a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2013/10?cid=HPFR100413105&lang=eng" target="_blank">general conference this past weekend</a>, and the quote used was in this book! Let that sink in.<br />
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When we lived in McKay and McKenna's ward earlier this year for just under two months, I didn't know why we were there. I mean in that particular ward. But while we were there, a brother in the elders quorum couldn't <u>not</u> talk about this book because it is so amazing. All I ever heard come out of his mouth was how inspiring this book is. He was so passionate about it that his words convinced me to pick it up several weeks after we left the ward. If nothing came out of our time in that ward other than my having picked up this book, then it was still a wonderful use of two months.<br />
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I have said nothing about the contents of <i>The Power of Everyday Missionaries</i> for a reason. Just pick it up and start reading. Do it right now. It will change your life.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-30467464283805550492013-10-05T09:47:00.000-06:002013-10-05T09:47:33.058-06:00Words of the prophets<object id="flashObj" width="480" height="270" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=1470686243001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lds.org%2Fgeneral-conference%2Finvite-others%3Flang%3Deng&playerID=680215106001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAnipXZ6E~,M1TCnNhLxEKd5ft3d6_opUyOzxpih9Jg&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" /><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1470686243001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lds.org%2Fgeneral-conference%2Finvite-others%3Flang%3Deng&playerID=680215106001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAnipXZ6E~,M1TCnNhLxEKd5ft3d6_opUyOzxpih9Jg&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="480" height="270" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object>Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-30097324856578374112013-08-25T23:15:00.001-06:002013-08-25T23:16:30.999-06:00"We're home! We did it!"<div class="p1">
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This morning at home and then again during sacrament meeting, Rich asked for “nursery.” I kept telling him nursery was later. On our way down the hall to nursery, he said it again. “Nursery.” He was very happy to be there.</div>
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On our way home, Rich and I talked for a bit. I figured I’d say some pretty complicated things to him so he would have to concentrate too hard and would consequently fall asleep. (Weird plan, I admit, but you just never know what will work.) But <b>for the last few minutes of the ride, I said nothing</b>. Neither of us did. On our way up the driveway, I caught a glance back at him. He was drifting, one eye closed, the other eye half-closed. As soon as we pulled into the garage, I looked back to see if he was close enough that he might go down for a nap. Just as I looked, I saw that one half-closed eye, and then those classic words escaped his mouth. Those words he says about one in three times when we return home from something. “We’re hoooooooome. We did iiiiit,” Rich said in an increasingly soft voice, drawing out the “o” and the “i” more than he normally does. <b>As soon as he finished the word “it,” he was gone.</b> His one eye closed all the way, and he rested at last.</div>
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I had to keep from laughing. The boy usually says, “We’re home! We did it!”, but this time it was like it was the last thing he needed to do before he could retire. I quietly removed him from his car seat and carried him upstairs for a comfortable nap in his cool bedroom (courtesy of the rainy weather).</div>
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Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-61547372733444936692013-07-07T23:04:00.002-06:002013-07-07T23:04:52.572-06:00I think Rich said 11 prayers on the way home from church.I lost count. They always go something like this: “Hi Fa, [jabber]. Amen.” He knows to address Heavenly Father because he’s heard it so much from us, and he knows how to end it. And to be honest, he probably knows what to say in the middle—we just can’t understand him. (Also, that middle part can be rather lengthy sometimes. Not usually, but sometimes.) Karen told me later that he loved watching me because I always folded my arms and bowed my head and waited for him to finish. Apparently that was fun to him.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-1937934979697248142013-07-07T00:51:00.000-06:002013-07-07T00:52:07.952-06:00Actions speak louder than words<div class="p1">
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Karen and I just kind of paused. And then started laughing. Stacy maybe didn’t know how unusual it was for Rich to do this, but to us it was hilarious. Rich has <i>never</i> opened up the diaper mat and gotten himself ready. Never. But he was ready, and he just stayed there until I came over and helped him. Sure enough, his diaper was full. Once changed, he went right back to playing and carried on with his evening.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-80063213205100893792013-06-08T23:30:00.000-06:002013-06-09T10:45:09.003-06:00How I went from "Fail" to "Congratulations!" in about 30 hours<div class="p1">
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<i>“Hello candidate the result of your FM exam is Fail.”</i></div>
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My gut reaction? “What the? Is this a prank?” Only minutes prior I was in conversation with a few coworkers about their experiences with FM and I thought maybe one of them found my phone number somehow and texted me this crazy depressing text. But no! On April 20 I took FM for the first time and on June 7—the day before taking FM again—the SOA decided to inform me of my failure to pass. (Did you read that? “Fail.” Was the capital “F” really necessary?) What a downer. But really, it was so hilarious I went out to my coworkers and showed them the text and we all had a good laugh about it.</div>
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Oh, by the way. <b>I passed FM today!</b></div>
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I had it all planned out. I was going to get up, get ready, and drive to the testing center way earlier than 1:00 pm, the appointment time. But as my morning progressed I realized this was prime time to review a practice exam from yesterday and to refresh on a few of the hazier subjects.</div>
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I left around 11:15, I think, and got lost. Hold on, that sounds bad. It really wasn’t. I got lost in the sense that I found the right road and drove too far and had Karen help me retrace my steps a bit. After check-in, I ended up starting the exam at about 12:30.</div>
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The first half hour was kind of a rush. Problems one and two were lowballs, and then I hit a few medium ones and it kind of continued that way. After that half hour I realized there was nothing to worry about. I was already off to a good start, managing my time well, and things looked familiar. For the remaining two and a half hours, then, I felt cool and calm. (It was also kind of cold in there and I started to ball up in the last half hour.) <b>By the time I selected an answer for question #35, I had little more than seven minutes to spare.</b> I reviewed a few problems I marked and actually changed the answer on one.</div>
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Two quotes kept coming back to me throughout the exam. One is from Paul Harmon, my boss.</div>
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<i>“It’s better to spend 30 seconds guessing on a question you can come back to than to spend 14 minutes on a question only to realize you’re going to need to guess anyway.”</i></div>
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The second is one of the last things McKay said to me before going to bed last night.</div>
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<i>“Don’t spend too much time on any one problem. Just get through it all and mark the ones you want to come back to and then you can go back and spend time on some of them.”</i></div>
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Best advice I could have received, same thing from both of them. It really saved my tail, too. I was able to relax because I answered the ones I knew how to answer and I let the other ones be. Of course, when it finished the computer prompted me to answer a survey about my testing experience, but by then my heart pounded and raced. I answered their questions quickly and without much thought. (Seriously, Prometric? You want me to answer your survey right before I see my test results? Puh-leez.) And then I saw the wonderful word...</div>
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<i>“Congratulations!”</i></div>
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They gave me a printout when I left the room. It’s really beautiful if you read it slowly and imagine you just studied for hundreds of hours.</div>
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<i>“Congratulations! A preliminary analysis of your test results shows that you were successful in achieving the passing score established by the SOA/CAS/CIA for Exam FM/2 (Financial Mathematics).”</i></div>
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Onward and upward.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-43782561071466896682013-05-19T02:47:00.000-06:002013-05-19T02:49:21.891-06:00Just two tired boys getting their weekend fillKaren and I wanted to take Rich someplace where he could run around this morning. We picked the mall, which is huge, and we strolled around to a few shops briefly before heading to the mall's play area. <b>ON OUR WAY TO THE PLAY AREA</b>, Rich fell asleep. We were seriously 100 feet away (maybe yards, because it really is a massive mall) when we noticed his head was leaning to the side and his eyes were closed. Defeated in our attempts to let him have some play time, <b>we went shopping instead</b>. For him. Because that’s what good parents do when they take their son to the mall too close to nap time. We ended up finding some great shirts and shorts for him at Crazy 8, so it worked out for the best.<br />
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The goal was for me to study for FM the whole afternoon while Karen watched Rich. Karen got a grocery list ready after we got back from the mall while I let Rich sit in my lap and watch some <i>Baby Einstein</i> videos. And I fell asleep! For maybe 10 minutes, so it wasn’t a big deal, but when I woke up he was lounging against me, head resting on my chest, as he watched his show. <b>I only really woke up because the episode ended and he said “uh-oh, uh-oh” over and over again.</b> It was really nice having him lie there on me in the office chair in our bedroom. He was very quiet and he let me sleep (for the most part).</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-22725783034131993212013-05-15T23:27:00.000-06:002013-05-15T23:28:18.235-06:003% of 25 minutes is about 45 seconds—and that's being generousWhile I was on my way home from work, Karen and Rich were on their way out of Target. They called me on the bus, and Rich soon wanted to chat with me. And—no joke—he talked to me for 25 minutes straight! I was exhausted by the end of it. <b>Can you imagine holding a 25 minute conversation with a 21-month-old who can’t speak in sentences?</b> He just jabbered and jabbered and jabbered. And he knew when I wasn’t paying attention because I’d go silent for a few seconds. He’d get me back in by yelling “Daddy? Daddy?” and I’d ask him more questions and then he’d just jabber some more. Longest conversation I’ve had with any one person in a while and I understood about 3% of it. Rich loves to practice talking. He is so much fun.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-17758464713758506502013-05-10T21:33:00.001-06:002013-05-19T02:49:52.788-06:00Coordinating the onboardingIt's been one week since we completed the move from Logan to Portland. By completed I mean <b>we returned the U-Haul a week ago today</b>. I think it's fair to say now we are in a very beautiful area with greenery that does not cease to amaze me everywhere we go.<br />
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Update on Cambia. I start my internship on Monday! I got a call from on-boarding coordinator Dustin yesterday afternoon to answer any questions about my first day or what to expect. What a cool company. They want to make sure I'm feeling good about everything. I learned that my supervisor will take me to lunch on Monday and I was able to ask what to wear and what I need to bring with me. Dustin even gave me his cell number in case I have questions on the weekend. <b>When I asked if I should brush up on anything in particular before Monday morning he suggested, "Honestly, I'd say just enjoy the weather this weekend and then come in on Monday."</b> Great advice.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-38216308924523349252013-05-05T00:45:00.000-06:002013-05-05T00:47:09.193-06:00The cousins plan their escapeI was the only one downstairs with Rich and Grant for a few minutes this afternoon. At one point I watched them go to the entry way doors, stand on their toes, and try the locks on the knobs. Grant tried the front door and Rich tried the door to the garage, which are right next to each other. After a little while, Grant stopped trying the front door and looked over at Rich. He took a few small steps toward him.<br />
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Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-36436495890216960442013-05-03T01:30:00.001-06:002013-05-03T01:33:40.225-06:00The insanity of moving during finals weekIt rarely becomes so difficult to write in my journal that I miss a day. But I’ve missed the last two days! Let me see if I can explain why.<br />
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Tuesday morning, I got to the Animal Science building on campus around 8:30 am so that I could study before grading finals. <b>Grading finals went from 9:30 am to 6:00 pm.</b> At that time I left the grading crew so that I could go home and help load the moving van. When I was about to leave, I turned around and smiled at everyone. They wished me luck on my internship and said goodbye. The last thing Dave said to me: “Don’t get hired!” One of the best compliments ever.</div>
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I gathered some things around the house while Karen and her mom and Rich went to Little Caesar’s to get some pizzas for the movers. <b>Around 6:45, members of the ward started showing up to help.</b> I thought it would go really fast, but the 14-foot truck was a tighter fit for everything than I initially thought. After putting things in and taking them out and adjusting how things fit together, <b>we had it all ready to go around 9:00 or 9:30</b>. The plan was to keep the mattresses in the apartment so we could sleep for the night, but that seemed like less and less of a good idea, so <b>we grabbed a hotel</b> in town.</div>
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By the time we were situated and Rich was in bed, it was about 11:00 pm. <b>I studied for my finals until about 11:50 pm</b>, at which point I went to bed. But Rich cried all night! So I got about three hours of sleep. And wouldn’t you know it—<b>we looked out the window Wednesday morning to find thick snow</b> coming down! Karen took me to campus and I, somehow with enough energy to be there, took <b>my two finals</b>. Karen’s mom picked me up from campus so we could check out of our hotel and then check out of our apartment and then hit the road.</div>
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<b>We stopped in Ontario for the night</b>, which was great. Unfortunately, Rich refused to sleep unless he was on top of me, so <b>I held him until about 7:00 am</b>, at which point he noticed he was near his mom as well, so he was okay with sleeping between us (not what he normally does). We hit the road again this morning and <b>finally arrived in Portland</b> around 6:00 pm. We are relieved.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-53013008513348436212013-04-25T23:37:00.000-06:002013-04-29T09:25:05.648-06:00Not math, strictly speaking (but certainly real life)<i>Here’s a real life math problem for you:</i> Tyler is at the university. It takes him twice as long to walk to his car as it does to drive home. Walking the entire distance home takes three times longer than walking to his car and six times longer than driving home. Where is Tyler’s car?<br />
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<i>Answer:</i> not on campus.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-69899546944756032982013-04-23T23:58:00.000-06:002013-04-23T23:58:10.472-06:00Threads in the patternI finished tonight what may be my last university homework assignment ever. It's hard to say because I don't know if Cambia will offer me employment at the conclusion of my internship this summer. But it's possible. It's a weird feeling, really. <b>My last homework assignment may have been on the definition of a derivative.</b> Not sure how I feel about that. It hasn't been the most interesting topic, so it's not much of a bang to go out with.<br />
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Though, I do remember emailing McKay while he was in Florida serving as a missionary. I was in high school, studying calculus. <b>I asked him if he still knew how to find the derivative of a certain function.</b> He confessed he did not. (McKay went on to get both a bachelor's degree and a master's degree in math.)<br />
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So it is that I [possibly] end where I [kind of] began. The wheel of time certainly does turn.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-70286279490014457632013-04-21T23:59:00.001-06:002013-04-22T09:18:29.640-06:00Late night snacking never hurt anybodyLast night, Rich went to bed around his normal time, maybe a little earlier, but he didn’t go to sleep. We heard him talking for maybe an hour, maybe a little less. Finally, Karen suggested I take a drink in to him. It was water because we already brushed his teeth. <b>He was happy to see me and we chatted in whispers while he sat in his crib in the dark.</b> But then Karen suggested he might be hungry since we had a really early dinner, so I brought him in a blueberry Eggo waffle and we chatted some more. Uncharacteristically, he ate the entire thing. So I heated up another waffle and Karen and I joined him together. He ate the entire second waffle as well. He chatted in whispers with us and was very happy to see us. <b>After some water and two waffles, the kid was out.</b> Just another job well done in the world of parenting.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-6093395250176109662013-04-19T17:20:00.000-06:002013-04-22T10:13:22.810-06:00TiffFrancine took a day off from work<br />
Because Laurie was being a jerk.<br />
She took flying lessons<br />
From hot teacher Weston.<br />
Dating was one of the perks.<br />
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Weston grew angry with Laurie,<br />
But Francine wouldn't give the full story.<br />
He stole Laurie's cell,<br />
And from what he could tell<br />
Francine dated her cousin Cory.<br />
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Weston met up with the cuz<br />
To ask about all of the buzz<br />
But Weston, the klutz,<br />
Dropped the phone like a putz,<br />
So that they never knew what it was.Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-71302427316595687262013-04-18T10:53:00.003-06:002013-04-18T22:42:18.334-06:00LimerickOne two three four five six seven<br />
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Ten nine eight<br />
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Ten nine eight nine tenTyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-83165301151589636412013-04-16T00:29:00.001-06:002013-04-16T00:29:19.991-06:00Not old news to Rich, apparentlyKaren and I ate dinner before Rich came home from his cousins' house tonight, but we sat with him while he ate before shower time. As Karen fed him some quinoa mixed with beans and corn, Rich and I exchanged his toy phone (one of my old cell phones) in conversations here and there. Here was one such “phone call” that I answered and passed on to him.<br />
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<b>ME:</b> (on the "phone") Hello?...Yeah....I see....Well I don’t—...Yeah, I think that’s old news though....I don’t know....I guess, but he might not want to hear it....Okay, well you’re welcome to try.</div>
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I handed the phone to Rich and quietly said to him, “It’s for you.” He took the phone and put it to his ear.</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Hello?...Yeah....Yeah....Oh?...That’s awesome!...Oh....Bye.</div>
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Karen and I laughed. It was one of those perfect moments we wish we had on video.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-61431024939543840232013-04-11T00:17:00.002-06:002013-04-11T00:17:47.529-06:00It's like they're singingHere’s a voicemail I saved on my phone a few weeks ago. It is one of three messages Karen and Rich left for me, but I didn’t know my phone deleted things so quickly and so I wasn’t able to capture the other two in written form. At least I have the one.<br />
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<b>KAREN:</b> Hi, Daddy!</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Hi, Da.</div>
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<b>KAREN:</b> Hi, Daddy! We know you’re in class, but we love you. Can you say that you love Daddy? Richie, say love you.</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Bye.</div>
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<b>KAREN:</b> No no, we’re not leaving yet! Say, we love you Daddy and we can’t wait until you’re home. Can you say home?</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Ho-eh.</div>
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<b>KAREN:</b> Okay. We’ll talk to you soon. Bye, Daddy!</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> (background) Da!</div>
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<b>KAREN:</b> Bye! Say bye?</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> (background) Bye!</div>
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It’s music. Truly. I cannot think of many things that make me feel more important or happier.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-83497915511927327922013-04-05T06:19:00.000-06:002013-04-05T06:27:01.109-06:00What I'm doing this weekend <center><a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/534974489869822/"><img alt="Come listen to living prophets" src="http://www.lds.org/bc/content/shared/content/english/images/Scriptures/general_conference_banner4_eng.jpg" style="width: 300px; height: 250px; " /></a></center>Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-91305154607701772552013-03-30T23:04:00.001-06:002013-03-30T23:05:43.479-06:00Give him his seeeel alreadyRich is hilarious. Yesterday he started dancing all on his own using a dance move that to our knowledge was not taught him. He holds his hips and moves his arms back and forth, alternating between the two. Also, something funny happened tonight just before bed.<br />
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<b>KAREN:</b> Richie, do you want some juice?</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> No. Seeeel.</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Seeeel. Seeeel.</div>
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<b>KAREN:</b> (trying to figure it out) Oh, you want some cereal?</div>
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So we headed downstairs. Sure enough, he wanted cereal. “Seeeel” has been his word for cereal lately, but we didn’t understand him the first few times he said it tonight. Once he took his first piece of cereal and ate it:</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Mmmmm!</div>
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We laughed. He obviously really wanted it.</div>
Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-58114745499364731292013-03-28T23:23:00.001-06:002013-03-28T23:24:44.809-06:00That's what you get for being Greek, ArchimedesYesterday during my analysis class, Dr. Heal taught us more about how to prove a limit exists. This powerful, fundamental proof is based on the Archimedean principle, which he illustrated on the white board. In fact, he wrote out the word “Archimedean” at one point, but he paused when he realized he wasn’t quite confident in his spelling.<br />
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<b>DR. HEAL:</b> (facing the white board) Is it an “i” or an “e”?</div>
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<b>SOMEONE:</b> It’s an “i”.</div>
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I could only see the second half of “Archimedean” because of where I was sitting, so I thought he was asking about the “e” at the end of “Archimedean”.</div>
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<b>ME:</b> No, it’s an “e”. Archimedes, Archimedean. It’s an “e”.</div>
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Dr. Heal paused again and looked at what he wrote. He still faced the white board.</div>
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<b>DR. HEAL:</b> No it isn’t, it’s an “i”. Whoever said that, you’re forgiven.</div>
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<b>ME:</b> (under my breath, but still rather audibly) <i>You’re </i>forgiven.</div>
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<b>DR. HEAL:</b> Who said that? (turns around and looks at me) Was that Tyler? (laughs)</div>
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He was obviously talking about the one and only “i” in “Archimedean”, so I misunderstood the question. But I guess I just feel comfortable in his class. I’m glad Dr. Heal could laugh about it.</div>
<br />Tyler Heasleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14869190105722384768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477057214042047434.post-4206131688879106912013-03-21T22:47:00.000-06:002013-04-04T10:42:28.740-06:00The toddler speaksRich is picking up new words and phrases at a very rapid rate. Several times a day I ask him to say something and he gives it a try. Here’s an exchange that happened this afternoon.<br />
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<b>ME:</b> Richie, say Grant.</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> ...</div>
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<b>ME:</b> Richie, can you say Grant?</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Ken.</div>
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I think that one went well. I asked him a few more times later and he said Ken again. Here’s another one, my personal favorite for the day. It happened in the car.</div>
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<b>ME:</b> Richie, we’re going to Cafe Rio to get some dinner.</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> ...</div>
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<b>ME:</b> Richie, say Cafe Rio.</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> ...</div>
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<b>ME:</b> Richie, can you say Cafe Rio?</div>
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(brief pause)</div>
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<b>RICH:</b> Yes.</div>
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After dinner I decided to head upstairs to use the bathroom before Rich’s shower. He still sat in his highchair, so I kissed Karen and then kissed Rich and headed up. But as I gave him a kiss on the head he said, “Hi!”, which cracked me up. He usually says “Bye” if anything, so it surprised me.</div>
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