It's just sad that vacations end so abruptly. We're back to alarm clocks, homework, 95 degree weather, packing lunches, to do lists, assignments, solicitors, junk e-mail, bills, grocery shopping, and bedtimes. I know 6 of us who wish we were still in Hawaii. Then there's that one little boy who is just happy anywhere. Good thing he's around to make sure we all keep on smiling!
25 pounds, scooting (mostly backwards), sitting on his own, solid foods, sleeping through the night (50% of the time), content (100% of the time), SPOILED !!!!!!
I've been telling people for the past 3 years that I'm 40 years old. I wasn't phased by this number until my actual birthday arrived then I found myself in tears just at the thought. So I felt so blessed when I was greeted by this sign from my kids reminding me that I'm in a good spot at the age of 40.
In 1847 the Latter-Day Saints started heading west from Illinois into the wilderness. On July 24 they reached the Salt Lake valley and called it home finally free from persecution and able to worship as they pleased. So it is tradition for us to celebrate and this Saturday our Stake put on a party with bounce houses, a pancake breakfast, a children's parade and such.
