Next Stop: Naturally, the slide.
"I believe I can fly."
"I think I see my house."
And of course that Santa stranger!
Next Stop: Naturally, the slide.
"I believe I can fly."
"I think I see my house."
And of course that Santa stranger!
I will be honest. I was a bit overwhelmed with the idea of loading up the car with a two year old and driving 4 and a half hours south to St. George. All said and done, it wasn't quite as bad as I had imagined. I would like to thank all the little people whom helped to make the drive possible. Marlin, Dory, and Nemo known as Shark Bait (Oh-ha-ha). Oh, and P. Sherman on 42 Wallaby Way.
Besides watching conference, we found quite a few other fun activities.
BOWLING:
"Just so you know, it only started left because I didn't have on fancy red and blue shoes!"
TABLE HOCKEY:
Bentley took me to school!
RACE TRACK:

"Speed, Speed, Speed! Thanks Grandma for working the pedals."
Brad Taylor and Bryan in an all out dead sprint to the finish line. Or at least a light jog to the finish line.
There is nothing like a warm water and a mushy apple after a 5K run! Thanks to everone for the fun. We had a great morning!

"Oh, I hope that wasn't a pin worm my dad told me about."
"Who made the ground so uneven. I can hardly walk around here."
My First Boat Ride. Oh, and I got to see my Dadda surf...
Ashton loved playing in the water.
"Follow me Dad! It is only waist deep."
Chillin' with the powdered donut gang! I think Grandpa Ric still holds the record as noted by the coveted trophy of maintaining the left over powder on his lips.
The windup.... And the pitch.... (good form Ashy)
It is hard work to be this cool.
Winding down around the campfire. This is one of the last times that Ashton "assumed the position" with dadda...