A few reviews

I've been thinking about all these things I love lately and have to give some positive reviews for a few of my favorites.
1 Fall Decorations and smells, pumpkin spice wall flower from Bath and Body Works.
2. Two Rows - Fruit Cobbler. Who know that somewhere so close could have such deliciousness. It was even more exciting that we've lived here over a year and now just found it, it made it seem more like a hidden treasure discovered. You must try one yourself.
3. Sprinkles Cupcakes - I've almost tried every flavor. I get all hooked in the craze of new and exciting things. If you have to stand an hour in line to get one, it must be that good right? That is my way of thinking. That's why day after Thanksgiving shopping at 5am in the freezing cold is so much more fun then any other time. I'm sad and sorry for you if your not in an area where you can get one of these. Should you ever visit us, it's the first place we'll go.
4. Dan in Real Life. - This movie was such a delight. Squeaky clean and hilarious especially if your future will involve a teenage daughter. Go see it if you haven't already.
5. Wal-mart paint. For all of you anti-Wal-mart people out there I'm sorry it's at Wal-mart. It comes in a plastic container with a screw on lid. It's genius because when you take the lid off it's a little bowl perfect for touching up with. I've been getting my paint at Home Depot forever and paying twice as much. I really think it even covered better and was overall better paint (it could just be the savings or fun plastic container swaying my opinion). Again, sorry it's at Wal-mart for you haters.
6. The "Buy it Now" option on Ebay. I've been discouraged to many time being out bid or paying waaayyy to much because the bidding up becomes a game for me. The "Buy it Now" option was made just for me. Find the item, click, buy, no waiting, no stress, not so compulsive buying.
7. Reading blogs. Here is why I never post, because I'm always reading all of yours. The blogger world has exploded and so many friends and family have joined me on the bandwagon. There really isn't enough time to read them all as often as I wish I could, and that really leaves no time to ever post. All of you lives are so much more exciting to here about. I really love it.

Halloween!!!

Presenting...Queen Frostine, Princess Lolli and Mr. Mint

I really do love this holiday. The purpose is pretty lame but I can't help but love it. The decorations, the food, the costumes, it all makes me so happy.
Here are some kid pictures. I've yet to figure out how to get a good one with three kids but when I do I'm enlarging it and framing it. This is the best we could do.

Mason looks like he can't possibly put down another candy bar (but he did, many more). Mason loved every minute of the night. He had his cute little bucket that he dragged everywhere. We kept offering to pack it for him but he refused to turn over possesion. At one house we got these Star Wars plastic head filled with candy. You couldn't see the candy inside and Mason thought it was just a toy. As he would walk from house to house he'd sort through his goodies, find the "toy" and throw it out saying "not candy". Each time Chris would pick it up and put it back in his bucket and each time Mason found it he'd throw it back out "not candy".
Charlotte picked out there costumes. She came up with the idea all on her own that they should be the Candyland characters. It was a cute idea and since you can't buy those in the store we had to get creative. You sure can go a long way on a costume with some fabric glue and tape. I didn't want to dress up like Grandma Nut and we couldn't convince Chris to die his hair pink and be King Candy so we settled for the iron on t-shirts of the gameboard.

FireStation and Nocturnal Parade

I've been busy producing an owl costume for Charlotte's nocturnal parade costume. It actually didn't take that long, one movie's worth of time, "The Wedding Planner" one of my favorites. All I had to do was glue on a bunch of brown feathers to a vest. I thought the owl would be finished at that until I put it on her and decided she looked more like Davy Crockett then an animal. So yesterday we had an emergency bib and hat making. We borrowed some owl glasses from a friend and we were set. Charlotte loved it, she was posing all last night.

I love how she still has "red eyes" even with the glasses. We joked that she should have been a raccoon because of her black eye. Since many of you asked how she got it.....she was dancing at a birthday party and got an elbow, or head, or some other body part thrown to her eye. Apparantley at the same time she got her head banged from behind. She started to cry and asked for an ice pack, while she was sitting there with the ice pack on they saw that her eye started to swell up and turn black. They kept asking her if the front of her head or eye hurt but she said no.
I'm glad the owl project is over. These kind of things are frustating because I put alot of love and care into that owl and then I get to parade and see things that are so cute and took way less time. If you ever find yourself making a nocturnal costume for you kid, take my advice...go buy some Zoo Pal plates, cut eye wholes and tape some string to it so it's a mask. It was so cute, so easy and so .25 cents. Why couldn't I think of that.
Next project, Halloween costumes.
I also got such cute pictures of Rozlyn and Mason on their recent fire station tour. Mason had no fear as usual. After the fireman was all geared up they asked if anyone wanted their picture. Mason was the first one to march right up there.

Getting the tour.

Almost as tall as a firetruck tire.

Cute kids.

Baskets, Birthday Party, Black-eye...

and so so busy. I really didn't plan everything to start with a B but once I started I couldn't stop. This post marks the end of my busy days. Last week was the busiest week in forever. I dreaded each day every morning I woke up, and all throughout the day I'd complain about how bad I hate being busy. I'm changing my ways.

As Charlotte's room mom I had the task of creating the class basket to be auctioned off. Our theme was "Pamper Me". We had tonz of donations so we had to split the baskets into two. I thought it would be fun to have Lottie participate, so away we went to all of the fun girly pampering kind of stores in town. The pressure of putting it together was a little daunting. We had to use shrink wrap which was a first for me, that is some fun stuff. Everything looks prettier in shrink wrap. We shrink wrapped the baskets, then shoes, then each kid got to pick out a toy. We had so much fun that we used up the whole roll. You can get it at Hobby Lobby for 4.99 and it really is worth the fun. You'll all be getting presents shrink wrapped from me for Christmas this year.

The baskets were due on Thursday and I was in charge of the combined YW activity on Wed. It was a huge birthday party for all of the girls. I'm sure your not really interested in the details but it did take lots of planning and I'm trying to paint you a picture of my busy week.

We had this gag gift exchange and I got the game Scrabble. I was so excited and it was much better then the old sequins dance unitard I gave away. I came home that night and it was late from cleaning up and made Chris play the game with me. There's nothing like ignoring all you have to do by playing board games late into the night on a weekday. I wasn't so great on night number one but on Thursday night I got the word "Quince" which is some sort of apple fruit. I was so proud that I knew what the word was and that I had all the pieces to play it that I got skipped five times in a row waiting for a place to lay it down. Chris hadn't ever heard of the word which made me more proud because it might be the only word I know that he doesn't. I'm so grateful for the ABC fruit book where I learned it.

Lastly, Charlotte survived another birthday party with no peanut emergency but did come home with a black eye. It's faded a little bit sense she got it a few days back but you can still kind of see it.

Chocolate

Roz brought home a teddy bear last Thursday in a cute little bag with extra teddy clothes from preschool. This bear came with a journal that was for recording Chocolate's (the bears name) adventures. I thought it was such a cute idea. We are a pet free family. We once tried a goldfish and I honestly was traumitized by it's death. Chocolate is kind of the next best thing. All the kids fell in love with him. For me it was a lot of pressure. We had to have something great to record. I've been in quite a lazy parenting slump. Maybe Roz's teacher could sense it in me when I dropped her off. The previous care takers from her class had such fun things to say about the time spent with Chocolate. In the end we didn't do anything elaborate. It's just a sad wake up call that a small Teddy Bear was what was driving me to be a fun parent this weekend. Chocolate ate with us, said prayers with us, participated in FHE with us, slept in Roz's bed with her and lost no limbs (even though there was plenty of tugging back and forth on this beloved toy). This morning before we returned it, Charlotte found him tucked under the kitchen cabinets on the cold tile where he slept last night. I'm sure that was an accident, but confirmed to me that Chocolate is the only kind of pet will ever have.
I hear we get one more weekend with him (if he survives his adventures until the end of the year). There will be a poll going on for suggestions to entertain Chocolate. Get your ideas ready.

My Month Long Sabbatical

Good stories to entertain you and make you laugh still on their way. For now just pictures.

Early morning hot air balloon festival. We had quite the good seats as you can see.

Family photos from our Idaho trip. I couldn't ever talk about it before because it was a big suprise for my mom's big 60th!!! It was the first time in who knows how long it's been since we've all been together. I think it was when my dad retired 6 years ago. The photographer was so great, just look how many of us there were. Plenty of kids and plenty of adults who act like kids.

Okay, long boring and no good stories.

Game Day!

We just got back from our weekend adventure to Tulsa to watch the Cougars play TU. We rented a 15 passenger van (a.k.a the fun bus) and rode down with some friends. I've learned that every trip doubles in fun when you ride on a bus or 15 passenger van. I wish I would have gotten a picture of the whole crew standing in front of it so you could see just how large it was but forgot before we had to return it.
The kids had so much fun. Mason even proudly wore his cougar shirt. Before the season even began I'd always show him his shirt, point to the cougar and growl real loud because scary is cool for little boys right? Wrong. For the Arizona game I went to put it on him without thought. He freaked out started back stepping as fast as he could. My whole idea of getting him excited about his shirt had backfired. He was terrified of the cougar and screamed and wrestled me as I attempted to get it over his head.
Prior to the game we went to the tailgate party with the rest of cougar nation to eat some good barbeque, hang out with cosmo and watch the cheerleaders. Mason was having a great tantrum because mom and dad said no to the "all you can eat cookie buffet". It took Cosmo to distract him enough to quit crying.

I love BYU football. It's to bad the outcome was a big "L" but oh well, the trip was a blast. The game didn't end until 12:10. We knew that once it hit midnight of the sabbath they were doomed. J.K. Charlotte is a true fan, just like her mom. She cheers and cheers and really seems to care. She would constantly remind us of the scoreboard with what yard line the ball was on, what the score was, how much time was left. Finally with about 5 minutes to go in the 4th quarter she laid down during a time-out and never came back up. When we woke her up to take her home the first words out of her mouth were "Did we win?" Then walking to the car she asked if she could go on another trip to watch BYU football when she turned 8. I'm pretty sure there are no other 6 year old girls out there with that request.

Two Two Two!!!

Blow!!!

I didn't notice that the boy behind the cars has his pants down until just now.

The whole family loved the yummy yummy cupcakes!.
I'm about two weeks late posting b-day pics but better late then never. What can I say, I love my boy. The Wiggles were the theme of birthday number two. Mason knows each wiggle by name and color. I'm sure I shouldn't brag about this but it is a little impressive for a two year old. We took the kids to the Wiggly Play center and got our fill of the music, the yummy yummy cafe (fruit salad, hot potato, spaghetti) and big red cars. It wasn't a real big Friday night hang out spot because by 6:00p.m. our family really were the only people there.
Chris was the master cake decorator including each wiggle color. I wanted to do this cute fondant polka-dot cake but really ran out of time. Chris stayed home from work that day and we went and played all day instead of sitting home, neglecting him on his b-day, decorating a cake as I otherwise would have done.
After the cake we did presents and played with his brand new trains and tracks. He loves them!!! On the information sheet it said, this is for ages 3+, and then in parentheses it said (do not buy your 2 year old toys made for 3 year olds) you can imagine that I felt pretty pathetic.

Happy Birthday Mason!

Let the party begin

Let the Party Begin!!! Here is one happy 1st grader, ready to celebrate. The first grade theme had something to do with parties and celebrating. At back to teacher night (the night I refused to talk about) each kid took home a cute present from the teacher. Inside it were all these items that coordinated with a 1st grade survival list (smarties - everyone's a smartie, Lifesaver - you can talk to any adult if you need help, Band-aids - to help hurt feelings, Hugs - everyone needs hugs, starburst - all the kids are stars, erasers - we make mistakes and learn from them). Charlotte ate all the candy right up, without giving any thought to what each treat meant but I kept the cute list and she'll appreciate it more someday.

The big first grader!

One year ago.

Not that different. Her face is maybe a little more babyish last year.

I thought I could keep my emotions together because we've done this once before but I was wrong. It wasn't anything compared to the sobbing mess I was a year ago, but there's something about stepping on that campus full of kids hussling around on the first day that makes me sad or happy. I'm not sure which, I just know I felt like crying. My big girl just keeps getting bigger. Here's the differnce in just one year.

Mason got put in timeout this morning and he cried out for "Joe" to rescue him. He'll be a sad guy when he realizes she won't be around much. Another difference in this year and last is that I've already done a few errands today. I think last year I sat in the house by the phone waiting for the call that I had to come rescue her. It never came. Having a cell phone didn't help because I wouldn't have been close enough to the school to get to her in time.

Here's one more picture of her with her new teacher Mrs. Graham. She was her student teacher last year.

So for some last minute sappiness. I don't know why I'm into sharing stories and poems but I was telling my friend about this one this morning and had to go dig it out. It will make you cry if you have little ones in school because it relates so much to how we feel as mama's. We got it from Mrs. Dorsey when Charlotte started preschool so some of you might recognize it.

To Whom It May Concern

by Ina Hughes

Wouldn't it be nice if a mom could send her child out into the world with a list of instructions and a guarantee? The day they set out for kindergarten, all slicked up in a new outfit and carrying shiny new lunch boxes, if we mothers who smile and sniff back at the bus stop had our "druthers," we'd send along a letter that goes something like this:
To Whom It May Concern, and I Sure Hope It Does:
This is a Very special little five-year-old girl. She is especially special to her father, who is still mumbling incoherently about where all the time has gone.
It seems like only yesterday when she spent her mornings flopping around in my shoes and watching Captain Kangaroo. However, if you know a few important things about her, I am sure she will love school as much as I did a hundred years ago.
Whenever she gets hurt or upset, she gets a stomach ache. The best remedy is to put her on your lap and kiss her three times~on the cheek, neck, and forehead. Just a little family ritual perhaps you should know about. She likes to be called Snicklefritz, her daddy's pet name for her, which might come in handy if she gets homesick.
As for lunch, she doesn't like spinach, squash, asparagus, cooked carrots, yams (only sweet potatoes with marshmallows), beets, veal, or potato salad. She likes hot dogs (no mustard), hamburgers (with mayonnaise), soup (Campbell's Chicken & Stars), pizza (plain), and peanut butter (not the generic kind and never crunchy). Please add a teaspoon of sugar to her milk or else she will make a horrible face and may spit it out.
Her lunch money will be in a little purse around her neck. She knows her quarters from her nickels, but dimes give her a fit. Just remind her a dime is the thing she swallowed once. If she ever should lose her money, please don't let her go hungry. We have MasterCard and Visa.
She forgets sometimes that she needs to go to the bathroom, but you can usually tell by the way she stands. She doesn't like to wash her hands before lunch, so will you patiently remind her about ten times?
Should there ever be a thunderstorm during school, please hold her hand and make jokes about how the angels must be bowling in heaven. I know that's not very scientific, but it helps. You'll probably need to comb her hair every day after recess. Please use only covered rubber bands, and I'm sure you can tell that it looks better parted on the left.
She's very worried about carrying her own lunch tray without the food sliding off, and about finding my car after school. So, would you carry her tray for, say, the first six months? My car is a green Dodge, and there will be a dog waiting in it with me.
She has several special talents perhaps you should know about. For instance, she made up a cute little song about a bumble bee. If you ever could use it, I am sure her father would be delighted to come do the background buzzing. She can make French toast in her Easy-Bake oven, get to fifteen doing the lemon twist, and recently wrote a poem about "Giggley, the Wiggley Worm," which might be nice for the school paper.
If you will remember these few things about our Precious Angel, I am sure she will be your favorite student, destined to fame in the Red Robin Reading Group, the Talent Development Program, the Safety Patrol and, eventually, Phi Beta Kappa.
Should you need me, don't hesitate to call: 373-0689 (home); 332-5123 (office); 375-3969 (next door); 352-8197 (her dad's office); 382-1763 (the grocery store where I shop, just in case); 387-5211 (where Dad eats lunch); or 374-2221 (police).
I'll be happy to come sit in the desk with her, if you ever need me.
P.S. Please donl make her grow up too fast. We like her just the way she is!

Back to School

Back to School night with three wild kids, all alone, lots of lines, too many people = many girls nights out. Thats all I have to say.

New Me Blog

Do you love it!!! I can't take any credit for it. My super talented and amazing friend Debbie put it all together. It's another talent chalked up for her on her never ending list of them. I love it, thanks Deb!

The difference in a year

It's been over a year now that we've been settled into our nice house and made all the adjustments that you're forced to do when you move.

Leaving Houston was bittersweet for me. I was excited for the opportunities that awaited and nervous about leaving the comfort zone I'd established our four years there. We had to start all over, like everyone else who moves. I've never been great being alone, I've always needed people and excitement surrounding me. I was grateful for the quality time with the kids but still so sad. I hardly left the house because there was nowhere to go, no one to go with and no babysitters to leave the kids with. I was so sad and lonely and didn't realize just how depressed I was until I look back now.

We moved into our house and slowly but surely things improved. I got Lottie's postcard in the mail with her teachers name on it, and it was just a name. I knew no one at the school, I knew no one to ask about teachers and no one to call and see if our kids were in the same class. Every face was unfamiliar at church, the school, everywhere we went.

Life is the opposite now, familiar faces everywhere, more people to talk to on the phone then my kids would like, saying no to social outings because the calenders full. I'm so happy to be here and would be sad to ever leave. Some people give their spills that you can be happy anywhere, happiness isn't a place, it's what inside you, and I'm sure it's a little true but I'm just not that strong of a person. I'm just so happy that my situation from those dreaded days a year ago are over and that I don't have to go back to that "place".

It's all the difference one year makes.

I love this story called "Welcome to Holland" by Brookie Peterson. It's about her handicapped child and so beautiful. I would read it after we moved and it would bring me to tears. While it best pertains to having a handicapped child, I feel like it realtes to so much more, whatever the challenge is were going through at the time: moving, spouses, college, kids, etc.

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says. "Welcome to Holland".

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to bein Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, and Holland even has Rembrandts.

I'm normally not this serious but it's been on my mind so much lately. I just keep thinking about tough times and how they usually always pass. I realize it doesn't make it any easier while your in the middle of it. Whenever things change or are different I always think of Holland. Sometimes some of life's lessons just hit you like a ton of bricks and it all seems so simple and clear. This is how it was for me looking at how time heals wounds and the difference time makes.

Lack of Productivity

Two weeks until school starts. I'm sad at having to go back to a routine. I'm sad at having to wake up and get ready in the morning. I'm sad because the relaxed life will be over. Ohh why did summer have to go by so fast? Is it really the middle of August? Time slow down, somebody make it stop.
In the meantime I should do something productive but can't seem to find the motivation. I could sure use some ice cream right now and good ole chick flick.

Now and Then

I just returned last weekend from a short, packed full of activities, weekend to Idaho Falls. It was the first time in 10 years that I'd flown all alone. No kids, no husband ,Chris was the best to stay home, take a day off and make the kids wish that I wouldn't come back anytime soon. I flew in Monday night and Chris picked me up at the airport with the little ones. That night during Roz's prayers she blessed "that mom can go back to Idaho again and dad can keep watching me." How's that for a warm welcome home. Seriously though, I'm glad that Chris is such an amazing dad and that they all adore him so much, I wouldn't want it any other way.
So the reason for me leaving was my sister's baby blessing and ten year high school reunion. Here's a pic with me and little Johnna, my newest neice!
I also went to the good ole IFHS class of 97 reunion. I have to admit that I was quite nervous to go. My fear of potentially regretting not going outweighed the fear of going so I went. I'm happy I did. It was nothing spectacular but good to see lots of faces that I haven't seen forever. I was a little dissapointed at the lack of drama, I was hoping for some major drastic changes in people (went off the deep end, came out of the closet, gave up the party life) just to keep things exciting, but everyone was really the exact same. I guess thats O.K. too.
My own little 10-year spice girl reunion (sort of)
Brooke, me, Tera, Shanan and Rochelle in 1997. We really were cooler then the spice girls.

Rochelle, Tera, me, Shanan and Brooke now.
Here we all are ten years later. The only real difference are the husbands, babies and careers that we each have now. These girls have been great friends since 7th grade junior high. I have so many memories with each one of them. We're all in different cities now and I'm especially far away, so this reunion was a real treat!!

Girl talk and raw cookie dough still go hand in hand.

Another 1997 reunion photo: This is my roomate McKenzi from my freshman year at Ricks standing in front of Carriage House #207. We cheered together, snuck out together, dated together, cried and laughed together. Sometimes you just have to be a little crazy your first year out on your own. Not only is McKenzi such a great friend, she set Chris and me up on our blind date, and look where we are now.

I wish that I would've had more time to catch-up but in a short weekend and juggling time between a million family members and friends there just wasn't enough. There are advantages to having both sides of the family in the same city/area because you can see everyone in fewer trips, it's just that the time is so split up. My solution is to drive next summer (because after our last trip I've decided flying with three kids just isn't for me) and spend a much longer amount of time there.

A little bit of a scary story kind of realted to my reunion:

A few weeks before I left a lady from church who I hardly know, came up to me and told me how she saw a girl named Rainie on CSI, and how it stood out because she'd never heard that name before. Since I couldn't think of anything better to say I asked if (Rainie the actress) was cool. I hope someone with my same name isn't a loser. Anyway she proceeded to tell me that she was murdered in the episode. The short story is that she went back to her ten year reunion, she was a cheerleader in high school and the other cheerleaders had something against her and arranged for her to be killed at the reunion. It sounds a little funny but actually was very disturbing to me for qutie some time. This lady didn't know that it was my ten year reunion this summer or that I was a cheerleader or I'm sure she wouldn't have told me. I guess I didn't have to ask about the character either but once I did, it would have been wierd for the lady to reply "I don't want to tell you what she was like". I feel happier and safer now that I'm home from the reunion and still alive because if it was some alumni of my class that is now a rich T.V. writer and wanted to get back at me then the plan didn't work. My friend told me to look up the writers for the show but I can't take that step because if I did recognize a name I'd be so sad and more paranoid then I already am for the rest of my life.

Seattle/Bear Lake

I can't believe I've already been back one week. Some vacations you are ready to have end but I have to admit that I was sad to see this one wrap up. We had the best time, lots, of sights, lots of sun, happy kids and not nearly enough sleep. Just the way a family vacation should be.
We flew to SLC on Friday night 9pm, almost two hours after they should have already been in bed. I kept them awake, played hard all day Friday, expecting them to sleep the whole way. I was very wrong. We landed at 11:30, slept in a hotel and were back at the airport Sat. 5am to fly to Seattle. That was the worst of the trip, from there on out it was the best.
We were able to see my sweet nephew baptized Sat. We flew in our church clothes, drove straight there and showed up with about 5 minutes to spare, but we made it!!! It was such an awesome baptism, the spirit was so strong and I was so happy that my girls could watch one of their cousins be baptized. We had an awesome lunch and the kids ran and played for hours in the gym while we gave plenty of hugs to all of our long lost family. (Not really lost but they live a long ways away). Ryan and Brenda, showed us to the Northwest Trek that afternoon and took us to Eatonville, some small town at the base of Mt.Ranier to eat and have yummy ice cream. The next three days we spent in Seattle taking in all of the tourists sights. We saw the aquarium, went to the beach, rode the ferry, Pike's Market, Poulsbo(sp?) this great little Norweigian town with the biggest donuts I've ever seen. I didn't make it up to Forks, I did suggest it but was voted down.
After we said goodbye to the Morris clan we headed to Utah to see the Graham fam. It was so great to fly into Utah and see the mountains in the daylight. I was just so happy to be in Utah. It had been a long time and it brings back so many memories every time I'm there. We took our kids to the same Taco Time that Chris and I went to on our honeymoon where we ordered, got the total and decided it was too much money so we just kept driving past the pick up window. We've come along way in nine years since not only could we order and afford it for ourselves, we could feed our whole family of five! I was able to see my long lost Houston friends Melissa and Nan which was the best!!!
On the way to Bear Lake we hit a deer. I was so traumitized even though I didn't see it. As soon as I knew what was going to happen I closed my eyes so instead I got the sound effects from both that poor deer and Chris. I was all worried about ruining the rental car but luckily our credit card covered it all. Serious perks to having a credit card. We turned it in early in the morning and they told us we were the third car to be turned in that day that had hit a deer.
Chris's family had a big cabin overlooking the lake were we all stayed. It was the best for us to visit with brothers and sisters and the best for the kids to have cousin sleepovers. We went through tonz of sunblock, went boating, jet skiing and made many sand creations.
Our last day before flying back to the real life we went to see the new kids Rat in a kitchen movie that's to hard to spell. Chris went and got the tickets for us and his two brothers and ordered 11 kids tickets!! He had to repeat himself because apparantley thats even alot for good old Utah! We got a picture of all of the kids outside the theatre because there were just so many of them.
Wow!! If you made it through all of that then you deserve a serious prize. I put a slideshow on of some of our favorite moments!!! Sorry for the sideways pictures. I'll have to figure that glitch out next time.
(The slideshow will someday make it back when I figure out how to not make it monster size).