
I had such a great time driving down there and passing by the familiar sights that I used to watch for on the way to the cabin. We sold it after my Grandpa Norman passed away, and I love the memories I have of that place.
The girls loved seeing all the animals and going through the mountains to visit "our Heidi".
When we pulled up to the trailer, Emory said, "I love to visit the country." I think the tip-off that we were in the country was the sheep in Heidi's backyard!?!






That Sunday we had friends over for dinner. When I talk about Emory and Tessa being "our girls", these are "our boys"! We just can't seem to get enough of each other. I just think it's nice to have friends that are in the same circumstances as yourself; going to school, tight with the moneys, living in a relatives basement, husbands that seem to be twins separated at birth . . . the list goes on!
Gavin tucked Emory in (her face just says bliss!)


And cute Jackson used to be so scared of Kirby, but he's turning a corner. I love his face in this picture!


Some of the hilarious things she's said lately are:
(Pointing at a decorative wooden duck)
Tessa: This your duck?
Mom: Nope
Tessa: My duck!
(Everything belongs to someone is her philosophy. Cory will hug me and she'll yell, "My momma!")
I walked out to load up the car and she was upset I'd left without her, and as I walked back in the door she yelled . . . "You're back!!!"
She's been singing the "Happy Birthday to You" song for a week straight. Now she thinks it's "my(her) birthday"!
She loves all the Disney Princesses, and let me tell you, I'm going crazy over them. They're the size of Polly Pocket dolls and she takes them everywhere, with not one or two in her hands, but FIVE! I'm just waiting for the meltdown when we lose one
The Color Game: We all know this one around here. She loves to guess the color of things. She knows all the names, but hasn't put them together. She'll hold something up and say, "What color?" We'll say, "I don't know, what color is it?" She'll then list three or four colors until she gets it!
Last of all, she'll run away from you, most likely in the aisle of a grocery store, and when she gets to the end, she'll turn around and yell, "I beat you!!" I wonder which competitive person she learned that from, Cory or Emory?
Isn't it ironic that you come to Sanpete County when I am up north in Salt Lake.
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