Van Gogh's in the Making?

I have been really impressed with Cooperman's artistry skills.  He called me outside to show me something.  He had taken this tiki mask thing and replicated it on the sidewalk.  Look at the details on that thing....and I promise I was not out there and took no part in it.  Pretty much amazing.  Yes, I know I am biased.

Cooper tried to teach Luke how to do it....he has a year to catch up, right?

Utah for a While

At the end of the summer we got to spend a few weeks (well, I was there for 3 weeks and Jake was there for about 3 days!) in Utah.

First up, an incredible Hutchings family reunion!  We stayed at the coolest cabin, with the coolest family, and did some really cool things.

Cool, huh?

Then Jake left and I was on my own for a while so what else to do other than take the kiddos to Brianhead by myself?  Not the brightest idea I've ever had but we survived.

Then we headed up to Sundance cabin with my mom and dad and the Sedgwick family for a little R and R and Education Week!!

Wooh!  I am tired again just looking at the pictures.  But, seriously, priceless memories.

Minute to Win it

I have an issue with parties.  I love to go to them and I love to have them.  This one was particularly fun and entertaining!

  

 I mean, who doesn't love to watch a pregnant lady break dance?

 Who doesn't love to put panty hose over their head and swing their noggins?

 Who doesn't love to string pasta on to pasta?  Don't we all?

Too bad only one couple could take home those incredible prizes.  Totally jealous, Matt and Chelsie.  I kind of want that belt back.

The Death of the Big Black Thing

 Who knew that sprinklers on a trampoline could be so darn fun?

 Or that wrestling each other for hours on end could result in no crying if done on the trampoline?

The big black trampoline knew.

Sadly, our big black thing probably has about one more week worth of life in it.  We inherited it when we moved in our home here and spring by spring it is coming apart, rapidly.  We are mostly grateful that those spring-loaded rockets haven't hit any innocent bystanders but we will be sad when your final day comes.  See ya later sucker--move over for Mrs. Hammock!  Boo-yeah!