Rachel was also not wanting a haircut, but something changed her mind, and here it is. First one in a looong time. This was July 1st.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Grand Mesa Outing
We headed up to the Mesa for a picnic last day of June. The Mosquitoes ate us alive so we didn't stay long, but it was fun.
Swimming Lessons
Ryan's Birthday
Kids at the Zoo
While I was on a two-week trip to PerĂº with Spanish students, Katie and the kids headed to Utah, where they reportedly had fun. They also evidently enjoyed posing with the animal statues. Here's Aunt Amy, Ray-Ray, Megan, cousin Caleb, Ryan, and KC
Kindergarten Day at Moon Farm
Megan's Big Dance Recital
Megan absolutely loved her dance class this past school year. This was her final recital in May, and she was sooo ready.
Strawberry Shortcake Dance
The dancing was great, but the music reminded me of a Strawberry Shortcake record my little sister had when we were little - most annoying high squealy singing voice EVER. I think the record "accidentally" was broken or disappeared. Anyway, random memory. Back to enjoying the cuteness of three-year-old dancing girls.
Rachel being musical
This also happened while I was in Denver with the 2010 Southwestern League champions, undefeated in duel matches, GW Invite champs, the Fruita Monument Wildcat girls tennis team. Rachel was in a class show. Ryan had one earlier, but the pictures were terrible (my bad). Anyway, Rachel was a triple threat, with her:
Singing a duet
Good Bye, Old Hot Water Heater - We Barely Knew Ye
End of April, while I'm in Denver with the tennis team (10-0, SWL Champs), while we're winning the 16-team George Washington Invitational (that's right, 1st place), while the Lady Wildcats dominated the opposition on the courts, the hot water heater back home pooped right on out. So that was fun. Katie handled it like a pro, and Brother Krebbs was called in, etc etc. Now we are re-doing our kitchen, dining room, and laundry room floors with the help of the insurance payment and some great friends who have know-how and tools (Tobler's rule!).
Rachel pitching
Megan playing dress-up
Fox Run Park - Thanksgiving 2009 Colorado Springs
So, it's only been a little over 7 months - time to get something on the blog! Other people are so much better at this, but at least I'll get some pictures up there, even if they are getting old.
Mom
Megan
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Back to School
So, it's obviously been a while since an update. Happens to the best of us, I know. So, now that it's almost New Year's, you should know that Ryan started kindergarten. We're too close to the school for him to ride the bus, but the kindergarten bus driver goes right by our house on her route, so she offered to pick him up every day. There he is on day 1. Rachel started 4th grade and KC 2nd.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Aspen Grove Family Reunion!!!
We had so much fun at Aspen Grove. It's a beautiful place, and all 42 of Karen Davis's descendants were there. And there were sports tournaments! Utopia.
Fun Times at the Family Reunion
Oh, the cafeteria! So great to not have to worry about any kitchen chores for a week! Show up, eat, and, go play some more!! Meet cousin Jake in this picture.
The swinging couch was good for Rachel, Jax, Anna, and Megan
I had the unique opportunity of playing tennis against President Monson's grandson. He is ranked #4 in the state of UT, and would probably be #1 if he played as many tournaments as the other guys. We had a very good, hard-fought match, which he was forced to retire at 4-4 in the 3rd set. He got upset with himself, and his dad (the Prophet's son, Clark) told him he was done, and to go shake hands. Did I mention he was 12 years old? Anyway, this is me, sweaty and victorious.
I had the unique opportunity of playing tennis against President Monson's grandson. He is ranked #4 in the state of UT, and would probably be #1 if he played as many tournaments as the other guys. We had a very good, hard-fought match, which he was forced to retire at 4-4 in the 3rd set. He got upset with himself, and his dad (the Prophet's son, Clark) told him he was done, and to go shake hands. Did I mention he was 12 years old? Anyway, this is me, sweaty and victorious.
KC enjoyed the face painting. His choice of design shows very good taste. Or have I cursed him to a life of despair?
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