George's Baseball Game

George played his first real game this week. It is so fun to watch these cute little boys and all of the dads coaching them. The boys all played really well. They cheered for eachother and were good little sports. George was thrilled to hit the ball twice (each time up at bat) and didn't seem too disapointed that he didn't score a run. It was so fun to watch them!

The Playground

One of the boys favorite activities is to meet friends after school at the playground. The second day of school was extra special because it was George's best friend Travis's Mom's birthday! After walking George to school, Henry asked me if Miss Debbie was having a party, so Henry and I decided to plan a suprise party on the playground. We made chocolate cupcakes and had a great time playing and celebrating!

Miss Debbie, Angel and Clifton

Henry and his best friend from school


Julia (the beloved), Payton, Henry, Travis, George and Clifton

First day of School

Reindeer and the Promised Land

My kids kill me sometimes.

Henry picking up a stick as we start walking him to school. "Look mom, this stick is part of a reindeer!"

Me "Oh, does it look like a reindeer's antler?"

Henry "Yes. Did you know reindeer are made of sticks? Jesus Christ finds sticks that look like antlers and glues them on the reindeer."


George comming downstairs for the third time after being put to bed "Mom, I need to tell you something."

Me "Okay, tell me something."

George "Mom, this is the promised land, and in the promised land you have to keep your promises."

Me "George, if you are not in bed by the time I count to three I promise you will get spanked."

Since school doesn't start till Monday...

My friend Denise had this on her blog and I thought it was a fun idea.

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog.

So... all of you who check my blog regularly (there has to be at least one person...I hope) see what you can come up with. (Stories about Mike or my kids count too!)

I'm packing as fast as I can...

So we've had a wild past couple weeks. On Wed. July 16th at about 11:30 pm, Mike and I decided we better head out to Las Vegas to see Mike's dad who was in Hospice after a fall and not doing great. We packed all night and woke the kids at 4:00 am to load them into the car and head up to the airport. We took the first flight out that morning. Upon arival in Las Vegas, we learned that Don's condition had deteriorated overnight. It was clear that he did not have much time left.

We spent Thursday and Friday with him. The boys were angels. Mike's brother Todd made it down Friday morning. We were all able to say goodbye on Friday, and Mike decided to spend Friday night with his Dad. We got the call from Mike at about 3:30 am Saturday morning that Don had passed away.

Fortunately, my family was in Cedar City at the Shakesperian Festival. We called them and my Dad offered to come pick up the boys so we could make all of the arangements. It was so nice knowing that the boys were able to play and relax while Mike, his brother and Mom were busy making arangements.

We had to wait till Monday to take Don to Salt Lake for the service and internment. Mike and Todd drove Don out. It was quite the adventure. We didn't get in until about 4:00am Tuesday morning.

The graveside service was Wednesday. I was amazed at how many family memebers and friends had traveled long distances to be there. It was a beautiful service.

Mike drove back to Vegas with his mom on Thursday and flew back home on Friday. I stayed in Salt Lake for an extra week to spend some time with my family.

The boys loved spending time with their grandparents,cousins, aunts and uncles.

We took George and Henry to Lagoon. Clifton stayed home with a babysitter. They had a blast! George has no fear. He rode everything, including Wicked. (I think it was a little too intense for him, and he didn't want to ride it again later.) Henry just loved it all. He was a trooper!

One of the best parts of the trip though was that my wonderful friends planned a dinner with the girls. These are my dearest oldest friends, some of whom date back to kindergarten. The best part of seeing them was that it was almost like nothing had changed. We were all still silly 14 year old girls. It was wonderful! We missed those of you who live far away or couldn't come!