We Survived!!!!

We spent the last 4 days with the youth in our stake on a Handcart Trek. Here we are waiting to leave--so excited, and looking so clean and dry in our awesome pioneer attire. We had an inkling of what lay in store for us because we had been keeping an eye on the weather forcast. Each of our kids were assigned to different families, and we were Ma and Pa to a group of youth we had only met once.

A glance at those clouds in the background gives you an idea of what was in store for us.

We experienced all kinds of weather: lots of rain, wind, hail, and even one full day of sun (the day we hiked 10 long miles). The first night it rained hard ALL night and flooded the tents. We treked nearly 30 miles over 4 days. The group suffered blisters, a few sprained ankles, lots of heat stroke, a bit of hypothermia, and lots of aches and pains and fatigue.

Here we are on the end of the second day, when the sun finally peeked out, a little worse for wear, but still smiling.

So why do we subject ourselves to this experience, along with all the misery and even agony that goes along with it? In the end, I was completely amazed at the strength of those kids. They worked hard to overcome obstacles. They gained an appreciation, (albeit only a small taste) of the sacrifice and strength of our pioneer ancestors. But the lesson we hope they all learned is they they can do hard things, and overcome any challenge. When they saw a large, steep hill looming ahead, and they thought, "there is no way we can get up to the top of that steep slope", they all pushed together and made it up. We endured it all and successfully reached the end. I personally learned how important it is to be aware of the needs of those around you. We offered help to others on a few occassions, and then we ourselves needed to be rescued on the last day when we suffered injuries. We were grateful to the "angels" along the way who provided an extra push when we struggled. Maybe later, I'll post "The Parable of the Handcart Train" that I wrote after the last day. We are glad it is over, but we are sooo grateful for the experience.

1st official day of nursery

This is a major milestone in any LDS parent's life. Can you believe our baby is 18 months old? He loves going to nursery, and he adores his teacher. Of course it's a lot easier when Daddy is the nursery leader. I must admit he has already attended a few times because of Pam's stake calling, but now he's finally official! Woohoo!

Look at all those A's

Have you ever seen anything like it? When I posted their grades at the beginning of the year, they said, "Mom, if we get all A's at end of the year, will you post it again?" How could I not keep my end of the bargain. I'm so proud of how hard they have worked.

Graduation Day

We are so proud of our baby girl. I can't believe how quickly time goes by. I can still remember her first day of Kindergarten, and now she's finished high school.

She was ranked first in her class, and finished with a cumulative 4.0. You've worked so hard! We love you Mandi =)

Bet you would have NEVER guessed

Well, here is another entry about Wesley. We have a new high school opening next year that Wesley will get to attend. He tried out for one of the teams and he is SOOO excited because he made it. Bet you will NEVER guess what team it is. They didn't even have this class in high school when I was a teenager, let alone a team. Drum roll please...........Wesley is an official memeber of the Stansbury High Ballroom Dance Team (and no every boy that tried out did not make it - it was VERY competitive) They learned two choreographed dances, complete with tricks, lifts, dips etc. He even practiced with his mom (who by the way took two semesters of dance in college, thank you very much), but he wouldn't do the lifts with me, sheesh.

He took social dance this last semester, and he just had his final dance concert. Can you believe there were 4 full classes of kids? Who knew? At the end, they had to take someone from the audience and teach them a dance. Here are a few shots - blurry because they are taken with the camera phone. He's a pretty good dancer too - I'd say the best boy in his class. We were impressed.

Memorial Day

The sight of all the flowers at the cemetary on Memorial Day is a beautiful, yet somber sight. Expressions of love and loss at the same time.

Somehow, it still doesn't seem right to see both of my parent's names inscribed here. We visited on Monday, and it looked like many others had already been to leave flowers. It always makes me wonder who else left flowers. It was nice to see my parent's remembered.

That afternoon, we went to Salt Lake City Cemetary too. We ran into Rose and her family. Then we explored a bit, and found some of the prophets' grave.

Happy Spring

I love the springtime. It's so uplifting when the bulbs put on their beautiful show. I only wish they would last a little longer. For an early Mother's Day present, we got this cute little bridge. Quinn, of course, feels it is just right for him.

Sadly, one morning last week, we had some tulip vandals. It was very distressing to be greeted with dozens of decapitated flowers. They destroyed everything in the front corner of the yard. Several homes on our street were hit - probably over a hundred flowers destroyed. All we could do was bring them in and try to enjoy them for a couple of days in the house.