Fact 1: My parents always bring projects to do with the kids while they’re in town. This time it was camping chairs and gingerbread cookies.
Fact 2: My mom wants to make sure they have everything for said projects and will even bring in her suitcase a 1/3 C of molasses just in case I don’t have any.

My dad presented three lectures at BYU’s Education Week. They were fabulous of course, and a big thanks to my mom who stayed with the kids (even Kate!) so that I could attend one. I’m so proud of my dad and the fact that he continues to publish and present on religious subjects that interest him even when retired. His love for education has been a great influence in my life.


My dad requested this picture. Don’t ask.

Enjoying a beautiful evening together in the backyard.

It occurred to me that it’s been a while since Geoff’s been on the blog. You’d think he would have made the cut on our 10 year anniversary a couple weeks ago, or when he got an article accepted into his field’s top publication, or even when he started back at school (teaching that is). So, to make up for all my lack of recognition for this studly husband of mine, I give you this: Geoff, jumping over our house on the BMX track he’s been working on this summer. It’s no secret, he’s pretty awesome.

I guess the ladies just needed the “what for” because look what we’ve been getting the last three days! All of them have been brown so far, except this cool one that was really light brown with white speckles all over it. You would think it was Christmas morning around these parts.

Lucy was holding Kate on the couch and decided she was done and laid her on the couch. Kate rolled off. It’s just about the saddest thing ever.

After stepping on poo one too many times in our yard and having our tomato harvest pecked to oblivion, we abbreviated their “range” and fenced them in around their coop. Then they started using their ramp to the coop as a run way, launching themselves over the fence, back into the yard and therefore, the garden. And, to top it all off, it appears they are modern women and refuse to stay home and lay eggs. Naughty chickens.

Knowing your parents are going to be leaving for 18 months makes you want to get pictures with them (even if it means super squinty eyes) and cherish every minute you have with them. Pictures from their time at our house to come.