We took Shayla on a tour of BYU campus.
There was an interesting art
display in the HFAC...
The contraption below looked like a few
things my kids have done with old
motors and army men....when they were like 7 years old.
Old newspapers on a chain
Looks like someone put off their art project 'til the last minute
and lucky for them someone put off emptying the trash.
It's a win/win.
Church and nachos...
Then we had a family Quilting Bee and
tied a quilt for Baby Mason
A sweet nautical-themed baby shower
for Shanna and baby Mason
Whilst the girls were oohing and awing over
adorable baby stuff, the boys went out for
Ice Cream Cones
Bonding with guns and ammo
Yep, I'm a pistol packin' Mama
and Seth let me shoot his Mosin-Nagant--
Now I know what I want for Mother's Day.
(I know that's not a pistol or a Mosin--it's the only picture I had
of me shooting--but I did shoot the Mosin. And it was
Shanna getting Baby Mason started early
learning about the family hobby.
The morning of Day 4:
I ran off to Salt Lake on a charitable
Relief Society errand.
The free quilting supplies I picked up ended up
costing me a whole lot more than nothing.
Thank you Salt Lake's Finest for pulling over a frazzled
Relief Society president looking for the
I was informed that I was going 5 over the limit.
Was it my BYU license plate in Ute territory perhaps?
And it snowed while I was there.
I told you about our good time at the Macbeth performance our last night...
I tried to make the trip home fun and adventurous for the
stopping off at a roadside petting zoo:
Actually, the kids didn't want to get out of the car.
I finally coaxed Shayla out and she humored me
and walked over to look at the animals.
So I tried again at Cove Fort:
They all staggered out of the car and went on the tour with me.
As I was loading these pictures for the blog, Sam said
"I was really kinda mad that you made us get out of
the car for this--but then it turned out to be
really cool. It wasn't boring like I assumed it would be."
That, my friends is a ringing endorsement from
a fifteen year old boy.
And that was our Spring Break in Utah.
One day while I was paying for groceries in the
Smith's in Orem, I overheard two guys talking about
how bad the weather had been. One said to the other,
"We just got back from our Spring Break in San Diego--it was beautiful!"
We can have that beautiful weather anytime so it was worth the
chill and damp to spend some time with people we love.