Back on the 16th, I took off for Utah. Just myself. And a friend who's family lives in Utah. It was time to visit my family and check out for a few days. Thanks to my parents who let me do just that, I am feeling great now, and ready for the next few bits of time. It was so nice to just sleep in, pet Dieter the dog, watch basketball all day Saturday, go to their ward where Neal and I used to live, hang out with siblings, nieces, nephews, and old friends. Ahhhhhhhh! It was awesome. I think Ginger and my Mom will kill me for this picture, but I thought it was funny. We were visiting my grandma's grave on her birthday, eating cinnamon bears. Thanks for the shot, Dad! Ginger's three cute girls look great. What's up with the adults? Can't manage gummy foods anymore?
I would never choose to get married at the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. I hear it's perpetually windy over there. But it was great being there with my parents and some of my siblings.
Since we ditched Laurel when we went to the temple (I still feel so bad about that, La!), I went shopping later with her and my Mom. It's so nice to go shopping with honesty. I need it, because I'm a shopping retard. Thanks to their honesty, I didn't buy the cardigan that showed off my growing muffing top. And thanks to them, I did buy the striped cardigan and a couple of blouses (yes, blouses), that I never would have bought if left to my own devices. And I love them.
Laurel always helps me with that stuff. Last year, I said to her, "Laurel! You'd be so proud of me! I have 3 purses!"
And she said, "Yeah, but are they all made of cloth?"
"Umm, yeah. They are."
"That doesn't count then," she said. Then she gave me an old leather purse of hers.
And she's not afraid to help me with my brows. Those dang brows.
Just last night, Kate told me that if Neal and I ever got a divorce, she would totally live with her Dad, because, "We do WAY funner things when you're not here!" I think she's right.
Neal took the kids to the zoo. It was a wet, rainy, cold day. But they had fun. And you can totally tell that Neal dressed Abigail. Those pants aren't capris. They are 18 month pants. When I got home, she had a closet full of all of the clothes that fit her, and when I did laundry, there was a hamper full of old, non-fitting clothes. Oh well! They had fun with their Dad and grandma. And I had fun without them. But it's always oh, so wonderful, to get back home to their awesomeness.
Neal has about 10 or so pictures of Abby licking water off of things. Display glass, bronze goats, you name it. She would say, "I taste the water!" Maybe he should have given her a water bottle.
Dude, I want that cheeto.
Give me that Cheeto, or I'll eat your face off!
She's listening to the lions roar. It reminds me of the old phone interactive pioneer miniature displays they used to have at Temple Square. I loved those things.