The babies and I spent a wonderful week in Moses Lake. As others have commented, it is hard to remember to take pictures in your hometown. So here are my pictureless highlights...
- I have faced my fear and conquered it! I can make a plane trip with both children by myself. It was not the easiest thing I have ever done. Especially since I'm way too cheap to pay to check bags. So in addition to the two children I also got to tote along my backpack and two rolling suitcases. Let's just give a quick shout out to the kindness of strangers... and bulky two year olds able to wheel their own bags all the way through McCarran airport while yelling "come on mom!"
- Scarlet was finally nice to my family! She knew everyone by name including Grandma (or Jamma). She was devastated when her aunts and uncles had to go to school, especially Kendall and Bryan. I think they might actually miss having her around this time!
- My mom actually got Rhode to take a bottle. Aaah the smell of freedom... lasted about ten minutes. Then came the spit up, the upset stomach, and some disturbing looking poop. Did you know that baby formula has soy in it? So far they all seem to. So close!
- Kylie looked so fabulous in Junior Miss! Her talent might be the most adorable number I have ever seen. If you haven't seen it yet, go check out my mom's blog. She was awesome.
- Also reaching the level of awesome this weekend was Brad. The homecoming talk of champions! I let Scarlet run absolutely wild while other people tended to Rhode and just enjoyed every word he spoke.
- Kylie and I fulfilled one of my mom's "life checklist" items by singing in Sacrament meeting. It was not the easiest of tasks since we are most definitely a family of altos. Kylie somehow convinced me that my poor attempts at a high D were not that bad so I took the high road, literally. It was a pretty smooth performance, that is until a fly decided to dive bomb towards my face halfway into the number. It was large, very black and traveling at such a high velocity it was hard for me to tell if it was a fly or a bee. Either way, I not so gracefully dodged to avoid it. But the number continued, and thankfully ended shortly after.
I don't think I ever thought I would say this when I was younger, but I really do love a trip to Moses Lake.