Friday, February 12, 2016
Friday the Twelveth
Friday morning I pulled off some fancy hair for both girls. Then I bathed Ryan and fluffed his curls a bit. That poor little baby boy of mine.....Friday night was our ward social. I took that delicious caprese salad, and it was gone minutes later. Austin and I posed in the photo booth and laughed the night away. Home again, and I curled up with my ukulele and perfected-ish a new song.
Maddie's Stitches
Monday, February 8, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Bike Rides
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Monday, February 1, 2016
SNOW!
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Chicken Point
We love hiking. Grandpa and Grandma B. came up for the weekend just to hike. We spent a brilliant Saturday together. The best perk was that Austin spoke and sang in ward conference, and they got to hear that as well. Then Sunday night we sat around their feet and listened to the stories of their childhood.






Together is really the best place to be.





Together is really the best place to be.
Friday, January 29, 2016
Laundry and Lullabies
These two help me with at least 14 loads of lanudry eack week. They love watching the water pour in. I love watching them. (I really don't think Eddie's buns could be any smaller.)

One evening on his way to bed, Eddie asked if he could rock the baby. Eddie sang Ryan a sweet lullaby, and Ryan sat still and closed his eyes. There is only three pounds difference in weight, but neither seemed to notice.

And we play a lot of BINGO.

We also play lots of hide and seek. I especially loved Eddie's finger poking through the hole. Confession: I couldn't help but bite it.

And we spend many morning on our swings -- our friend was loving her swing as well.

One evening on his way to bed, Eddie asked if he could rock the baby. Eddie sang Ryan a sweet lullaby, and Ryan sat still and closed his eyes. There is only three pounds difference in weight, but neither seemed to notice.

And we play a lot of BINGO.

We also play lots of hide and seek. I especially loved Eddie's finger poking through the hole. Confession: I couldn't help but bite it.

And we spend many morning on our swings -- our friend was loving her swing as well.
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