Don't you just love when your child wakes up in the middle of the night? We have one we call "the terrorist" because unless his demands are met, he makes life miserable. If you come across some tranquilizer darts, let me know.
But one funny thing tonight was in the midst of the demands, the other boy woke up and asked, "What does a turtle say?" and then went back to sleep. Wonder what he was dreaming about?
Oh man, what a week. We have enjoyed a week in Utah playing with cousins, yee-hawing at the Ute Stampede in Nephi, dancing at a wedding reception, riding a train, having a cook-out in the mountains, playing on the BYU campus, watching Tyce's awesome Young Ambassadors' Singing Entertainers performance (where I took illegal pictures), celebrating Bryce's birthday, and romping with the dogs (ours and Heather's) in Grandma and Grandpa's backyard.
And before that it was Tyce's birthday, hello. And the 4th of July. And the youth went on a pioneer trek. And we had Heather and our nephew Ben visit for a week. Obviously I have a lot to catch up on.
Oh, JULY . . . you are the busiest of the lazy summer months, by far.
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