Yep, It's Utah...Again

I'm pretty darn excited to LIVE in Utah instead of VISIT Utah... I feel like the blog is one long list of these trips.  Not that we don't LOVE our Utah trips and the people who make them possible and super fun...backtracking!

Here's what we did:

Trump family swim fest.



I love Ivy's cute little booty as she jumps in backwards.



Hyrum had a blast "helping" his Uncle construct the playhouse.  He was so darn patient and kind.



Ivy with her closest cousin by age.
(I'm sure they'd be best friends if they could see each other more often:)



This is one awesome seesaw in the basement of another cousin's home.



We sent off a beloved nephew on a mission to London (he's in the middle of Bry and his twin brother).

We were brave enough to take family pictures with the entire Webb family, which I will (hopefully) post on a later date.
(These aren't the professional pics, but we HAD to snap a few since everyone was actually clothed, bathed, and there wasn't an offensive amount of food particles or dirt on those cute faces!)



I love these men in my life!



When the boys weren't needed for pictures they were wrestling... I don't understand the compulsion...

Webb fam swim party.

Strolling through SLC with Nana and Papa (that's their new names) in stinken cool hats- which, by the way is a BEAUTIFUL city.  I can't help but galk at the mountain views everytime we visit.  It's amazing how I hardly noticed the mountains as a child.

Hyrum by his name sake's statue in Temple Square.

By the reflection pond.



We visited the new City Creek... what do you call it?  Complex?  Mall?  Anyway, there are fountains and Hyrum was the only child willing to brave the scary shooting water.

Baby snuggles



We ONLY lost (and found) both Hyrum AND Ivy at this particular zoo visit.  I'm still traumatized!

On the roof of my parent's place.

DD relishing her pizza (which we NEVER order).  But when it's Pier 49 BBQ Chicken, it's irresistible!  Mmmmmmm

I feel so horrible this is the ONLY friend picture taken!  (Bry's pictured with one of his Dental School buddies)  We were VERY lucky to see lots of cherished friends on this trip.

Relaxing at the condo.



Sweet Nana playing games with the kiddos.



AND... last, but definitely NOT least, my FAVORITE picture of the trip: Hair Style (more like complete torture ending with serious headache and hair loss) by Ivy. Profile picture anyone?

Visitors

We are so grateful for family and friends who take time away from their important lives and visit us. We know it's a hassle to drop everything, pack for hours, arrange rides, and spend a bunch of cash, but it sure makes us feel special.

Lucky us to have my Mom and Dad stay with us for a few days!  With walks, bike rides, fishing, kites, and just hanging out, we stayed pretty busy.  Hopefully Nana and Grandpa actually found time for a little rest, cuz it's hard to get around here.  The kids still ask when they're coming back, as if they live around the block (Nana and Grandpa are probably glad they don't live QUITE that close:)

Thanks for coming to see us Nana and Grandpa!  We miss and love you!

Grandma Comes to Town

We were so lucky to have my Mom come visit us last week. It was such a fun visit.  The kids love the unlimited games and books and snuggles, I love the perfect in-house babysitter and dishwasher and an actual adult to talk to during the day, and Bry loves the fact that no one's grumpy when he comes home from school- WE LOVE GRANDMA!

We had lots of fun going on walks, visiting Hyrum's school, and going out to eat.  But the bestest activity was picking apples at Carter Mountain.  It was such a great day:  the weather was perfect and the view was amazing... too bad I forgot the camera.  The above pictures are the only ones I captured the entire trip- I'm honestly ashamed of myself.  The kids only get to see their Grandma three times a year at the most and I completely spaced capturing those precious moments.  Too bad,  maybe I could guilt-trip her into another quick visit because of my faux pas...

Here's some fun pics from when both my Mom and Dad came right after Delia was born:



Passing down the great art of the "wet willie".  Thanks Dad.