Mom and Dad's birthday

Uncle Ray's

There really shouldn't be, but there is a homemade ice cream shop 6 minutes down the road from our house.   (yes, I've times it.) If you know me, you know that this is not good at all.  Well, their chocolate malts sure do taste like they were made in Kolob, but you know, not good for the thighs.

We were watching some friends of ours for a few hours and I got brave and did what should be done on a hot summer's afternoon.

The John

Sweet babies

Just a month or so before this, some (now) good friends moved 2 miles away from our house.  Ava seemed to really fall in love with their little baby boy, Blake.  Isn't this just the cutest thing you ever did see?  Ava sat with her arm around Blake for quite a while!

Cream cheese face

The Penny Horse

goggle cup head silly winkies

This post title makes about as much sense as does the combination of wearing Wendy's kid meal toys and goggles at the same time, right?

I'm pretty sure this picture will be in their wedding slide shows someday, making everyone laugh. :)

The Smiths

No, not the band from, what was it, the 80's?  I don't remember them, but Adam sure does.  He has older brothers that were fans.  I was more the Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, New Kids on the Block, Backstreet Boys era.  Ah, I miss that music.  I was obsessed.

Anyway!  The Smiths, like the ones that we used to live nearby back when we only has little Adalin, Baby Isis and Kitty to keep us busy.  Back in the BYU days.  Those were wonderful days, when we lived 5 minutes from Sam and Marta and their 3 little girls.  Now, they have 5, and they aren't all that little anymore.  And we have 3, and mine are growing up too.  It's crazy.

Well, they came to see us for a short visit on their way back home from a family reunion in Ontario.  It was heaven for me to have a Franson family visit us.  It really just filled our home with happiness, memories and love.  Unfortunately, I didn't take many pictures.  But I did take this one from which their oldest and youngest daughters are missing:



I kidnapped Marta and took her to a Zumba class and when we came home the men were giving the girls wagon rides behind the John Deere.  Leave it to the men.  The kids loved it.

The day before, we took the Smiths to one of our favorite places, Spicer's Orchards.  We picked strawberries and the kids had a blast playing on their amazingly fun a huge play area.  Oh, and Sam agrees that Spicer's has the most amazing cinnamon doughnuts you ever will taste.  Maybe that's what I should bribe Adam's other family members with to get them to come visit us too?  They are so divine, I'm pretty sure that'll work!

In fact, I wonder if Spicer's is open and producing doughnuts currently... (since its February now when I'm posting this from last June.)  I may need to go get some.  Oh wait, I'm on a diet.  Rats.

Sacked

There is something angelic, to me, about a sleeping baby. And in a weird way, even more so when one is so tired, that you can lay them down in a hard plastic shopping cart and they don't even seem to care.

Who said girls can't build fires?

I was pretty proud of myself.