|Our sweet silly boy on his baptism day. He's making a face because I was holding his hand.|
|Five hundred and sixty or so miles away Cooper's cousin Jaxon was getting baptized in Frenchtown, Montana. Too bad that we were too far apart to do this together, but it's fun that they shared a baptism day.|
|We tried our best to keep busy in May and June as we waited for our house to get done.. In this picture Mark and Boss are helping prep fire hydrants and curbs on our street for painting for our friend's Eagle Project.|
|Luke and his Tanner-buddy hiding out in the shade. (Tanner calls him Lukey.)|
|Luke wanted to try out the dugout.|
|Me and my little baseball buddy.|
|Remember this one guys? This was a picture book that belonged to my Grandma Haynes. She rocked us and read it to us over and over. I could not BELIEVE how vividly I still remember the pictures and the bright colors.|
|Roses from boys, mostly Mark. They were starting to disintegrate, so I pitched them and they are now part of the cloud!|
|A little tidbit from my seminary journal. I guess she was my project. She pointed out that this was the day before her birthday, so maybe I was counting it as a gift? Some sister. I think the underlined ONE is humorous.|
|I do remember being super jealous that my brother Jake got to do scouts and I got nothing. I was bored I guess.|
|Leslie had a very very fun June. Here she is at EFY (a religious summer camp for teens at BYU) with her best friend Abigail.|
While Leslie was away three of the four weeks in June for two girls' camps and EFY, we were having some fun of our own.
|Pay Dirt from sliding home.|
|Boston learned how to make homemade popsicles.|
He also experimented with the recipe on the back of the lime bottle. I LOVE his expanded version--resembles the corny comments I put on my first set of recipe cards I copied out for college.
|We took lots of trips to Spanish Fork to check on the construction. The kids are testing out the carpet. (Our old place had rough berber and hard laminate.)|
|AAAAND.......we became the proud new owners of a brand new house. Let the moving begin!|
At this point I have been way too busy to take many pictures, etc., but here are a few things I'd like to remember.
Moving day was crazy, as usual. Mark likes to do this thing pretty much every time we move where he gets antsy and starts actually moving before the scheduled time, so that I'm not as packed and organized as I would like to be. This time he got the key early and had me and the boys help him unload a second moving truck he got (so that he could start moving pre-plan, in the morning) when I thought I would be packing my kitchen, leaving all the heavy lifting to the menfolk later in the day. He was in the doghouse a bit for that, especially when he had me and the boys help with the third load on cleaning day. To make up for it, though, he also helped me clean, which is usually my job. Luckily I also have AWESOME visiting teachers, friends and neighbor gals who cleaned, fed us, babysat multiple times, AND packed. You ladies could have crossed the plains--bunch of workhorses!
There were also several menfolk who went above and beyond in the heavy lifting department, both in our old neighborhood and our new. This is our first time being moved by the High Priests Group instead of the younger, possibly fitter Elders' Quorum. I must say I was impressed by their sticking power. Mark and I really felt the love that the entire bishopric, including Mark's replacement, helped load and unload, some multiple times. Mark said they must have really wanted to make sure he was good and gone--escorting him beyond their borders, etc.;)
After the dust had settled and we were in our new place, we got invited to a 4th of July BBQ in our new neighborhood. We were supposed to bring a side. I couldn't decide what to make and had actually already unpacked the kitchen, so I made baked beans AND a chocolate sunbeam cake (mostly because I was craving chocolate and would have been put out if no one else brought some.) As Leslie expressed some surprise at our double offering, Mark said something I thought was profound. "Isn't it nice that we belong to an "AND" family? We bring baked beans AND cake." As I thought about that, I was moved to tears thinking of all the "AND" families that helped us move. I want to do better at going the 2nd mile and being more generous with my time because of your examples.
The reason we braved the crowds was to see our little superstar Leslie marching with her band for the first time. This was also her first time playing while in uniform. She said the hat felt weird but the gloves were fine. The band teacher had been smart and made them run stairs, etc.earlier in the week to wear in their shoes. They had been hoping to wear their short sleeved polos because the weather had been soooo hot, but it turned out to be under 95 degrees that morning (yikes! That's a pretty steep number for the rule!) so on went the long sleeves. She said it wasn't too bad. She also said the main thing she kept thinking about, besides the music ("Washington Post March" by Sousa with intermittant breakouts of "Uptown Funk") was how funny they must all look with water dripping down their chins every time they got squirted with a drink (because they can't break rank to wipe their faces or even change expression). Leslie is so tall and the drink lady rather short that one time she missed her mouth completely.
Here is a clip of when they marched by. I apologize for my excitement making me forget to focus the camera on the subject, but you'll get the general idea.
|A few days ago we had some rain and that evening saw the brightest double rainbow I've ever seen, fully framing our house. I think it's a good omen!|