Happy/Sad Mom's Day

Funerals are Happy/Sad events.  Happy because whole families get together.  People that you rarely get to see and thousands of little kids.    Sad because even though you know about the Plan of Salvation and you'll see Mom again, for now she's gone.    

  

And we'll end on a happy note.  Thanks to Uncle Ben and Cousin Dave for bringing us this cool Volcano.   We tried it out last night, it worked.   The funeral service was sweet, I'm sure there were happy faces on the other side even though there's still some sad ones on this side.

40 Days and 40 Nights

Doesn't it look like all the grown-ups took a nap and sent the children out to play in the ocean?  Have fun kids, call you when dinner's ready!

  

 

 That's not exactly what happened.  We made Lane carry the baby monitor so we could still hear them.  The weatherman must not have gotten THE memo requesting sunshine because after Monday, anybody venturing outside risked instant drowning.  And not by ocean waves, by humongous and unrelenting raindrops and hurricane force winds.  So we came up with indoor fun.  Avery freshened up and then took advantage of the free time to balance her checkbook.


Ian practiced pinching faces.  He got quite good at it.
 

Some of the kids just went with jumping.  

Then it was drive-in movie time.  First everybody had to build their wheels.

 

 Then the concession stand.  What's a movie without goodies?

















With gas being so expensive they decided to go with an alternative fuel.

Landgon and Lane just used the time to catch up on some really good stories.  Did you know Grandpa Dude can get Thomas the Train on his Kendle?  I think Ian was off somewhere practicing his cheek pinching.  Yes, Bre, I think that's a marshmellow in his hand but for the record, I didn't give it to him.

Thanks Awesome Family.  

The Trip

We started our trip on an evil airplane.  This one isn't particularly evil.  They are all evil.  And it was very early in the morning.  I suggested we travel by bike but, Nooooooooooo.  Actually I surprised myself and didn't even throw up once.  

San Diego was cool.

So was this guy.

Next was Carol's casita.  You could literally reach outside and pick a grapefruit or lemon.  I may have stuffed a couple in my bag and brought them home but if questioned by the California Fruit Police,  I will deny it so don't even bother turning me in.  

Then we moved to San Palm Something.  

Lots of flowers and waterfalls, just like my yard at home in my head.  I spent time wandering around pretending I knew where I was going because the place was kind of set up like a maze.  Combine my keen sense of direction with multiple look-alike casitas and pathways designed to confuse and you get lots of exercise.

Home again.  No room service.  No 75 degree weather.  But my own pillow and lemon pie is yummy.