Do You Remember That One Night?

Do you ever have a memory pop into your head and think, "That was the best night ever?" Not the big things like weddings and babies being born, but those little things like laying on the trampoline and watching the starts or someone coming to visit? This is one of my times. I can only remember that this was a Sunday night and we were playing tag. I'm not sure if one of us fell in the pool, or if it was on purpose, but before we knew it we were all in there (which is no small feat if you consider Brian's size and attitude of "Water is not funny".) Haydn was the last, and most resistant, to enter the water, but we laughed and laughed until we almost wet our pants. It was the best night ever.

Gretchen, Our Comedian

Brian was fixing the garbage disposal and I was taking pictures because Malori was helping. Without warning Gretchen pulls down her pants a little and poses for the perfect "plumber" picture. I have to ask myself everyday if Brian is not her biological father. It's a little scary.

A Match Made in Heaven

Again, looking through the archives of our pictures, I couldn't pass this one up. This is Brian and our neighbor, Shawn Mcleod, Halloween 2008. Classic.

Time Flies

I was looking through some of our old pictures
and found this one of Gretchen and Malori. This was the day after Mali was born. It reminds me of that song "Don't Blink." It seems like just yesterday.

Camping at Little Mill

Finally, our first real camping trip of the year. I'm talking dirty, stinky, I'll never get this smell out of my hair, camping. We went to Little Mill Campground up American Fork Canyon. Aunt Nellie and Granny got a camp site close to ours so we were able to do some serious fishing and good eating. All our younger girls love to camp (you will notice Aubrey and Haydn missing from the picture.) Cora caught the first fish, yeah!!!

The Firemen's Breakfast

Once again the sirens sounded and we were up with the sun (well, that was our intention) for the annual Pleasant Grove Firemen's Breakfast. We saw Papa and Grandma Bullock, Aunt Sheryl, Megan, and our neighbors, the Mcleods. We also saw Cole and Heather Goodman with their cute kids. Malori would rather play on the fire engines than eat, but she followed in her mother's footsteps and refused to talk to Smokey the Bear (I still think he's kind of creepy.)

Piano Recital

Tonight we attended Madison and Gretchen's piano recital. We had a potluck dinner and then the kids all played duets. They both did a fabulous job. Their teacher is Stacey Shaw and we think she is the best!

The Dance Festival

When Brian and I were in elementary school we attended Grovecrest just like our kids do now. Our dance festival used to be called May Day and the 4th graders always got to wind the May Pole (my parents have some great silent movie footage if you would like to see it), the 5th graders square danced, and the 6th graders got to perform the coveted stick dance.

The dances are a bit different, but the idea is the same. Masses of students performing dances on a huge grassy field and a bunch of parents fighting for the best camera spot. Madison performed the John Kanaka dance and Gretchen did "Walk Like an Egyptian". Malori did them all with our little neighbor Macie.