It Must Be Summer Time

We've been trying to soak up some sun lately and have fun. Last Saturday we decided to head up the mountain for a little 4-wheelin'. It was plenty dusty, but we had fun taking a picnic up the mountain and just ridin' around.

Two peas in a pod!

A handsome daddy and his pretty little lady. Even though her hairdo only lasts for a few brief moments. Here we see the pony tail is long gone. She also manages to get one heck of a shag on the back of her head. What a character!

The girls' favorite part was playing in the stream. Of course they ended up getting soaked, but loved every minute of it. I think they would say it was definitely worth the ride home without their pants on!

It's been pretty darn nice down here, so we filled up the pool. Wouldn't you say this is such a jolly little picture? Let's hope the pool lasts a week before popping.


This has become our daily tradition the past week: A nice sticky popsicle. Kenna starts asking for one as soon as breakfast is over. All goes well until Allie inevitably loses the last bit off her stick, and comes into the house quite unhappy holding the dirt-covered remains of her popsicle that have left a colored trail all the way to the kitchen. Sigh.

Last but not least: here we have Kenna who apparently has just initiated herself into one of the deep jungle tribes of Africa. Why do I think she really has learned her lesson from the previous umpteen times she has been entrusted with a pen and ends up drawing all over any uncovered portions of her body? Sigh. Yep, motherhood at its finest right there. Somedays I think that for every step I take forward, I take 3 more back. I just didn't even have the energy to get into the "our bodies are special" talk. So what do I do? Just take a picture. There's something in children's ears that automatically cause a deaf shut-out when a mother starts talking. Unless, if for some interesting reason, the words "treat" or "park" are mentioned. I wonder why that is...

Spring!

Yep, that's Allie. Kinda looks like she's doing a little dance on the electric wire up in the clouds, huh? Please don't call us in for child abuse- the kid loves it! She kept asking to do it again and again. You should really see the looks we get when Jacob does this. Something between amazement and sheer terror. I really don't blame them. It's just not normal to see a toddler free-falling from 15 feet up in the air. I admit, I get a bit nervous. Let's just say I REALLY trust my husband. Obviously Allie does too! Now Kenna on the other hand, hates it. She will cling on for dear life if daddy even lifts her up above his head. The contrast between my two little angels is pretty funny to see.

The picture was actually taken at the Logan cemetery. Jacob's Grandma Falslev passed away a few weeks ago and we traveled up to Logan for the funeral. The funeral was beautiful. It's incredible to be able to honor a person who has spent 80 years of life and has many wonderful events and accomplishments to look back on. It's even more remarkable to think of the sweet reunion that occurs in those first moments after one's passing. How grateful I am to know that life continues. Not only life, but happiness. I was honored to be able to sing the closing song at the funeral. It was quite a challenge and very intimidating, but I am so grateful to say that it turned out well- all due to much help from up above. I don't want to make a habit of singing at funerals, however...


Ahhh, look at my cute little ladies. They really are so stinkin' cute (even if getting a really cute picture of them in their really cute dresses is near impossible). They made me grateful to be able to celebrate being a mother this past Sunday. It's also because of them I have developed an even greater respect and admiration for my own mothers. I am so blessed to have an amazing and talented mom and a very loving and wonderful mother-in-law. They are such great examples to me and I often find myself shaking my head wondering, "how did they do it?" Thank you to all the beautiful women in my life who help inspire me to be better. It's good to give ourselves a pat on the back every once in a while. Way to go moms!