More from Utah, the last half...

We got back from Utah on Tuesday night and with coming home came sleepless nights, and sickness. Last night Porter said his ear was hurting him and to cope he decided he hated all of his clothes and threw them all from his drawers into his closet, this was at midnight right after we had just gotten Olivia to sleep who kept crying because of her molars coming through. I took Porter to the doctor and he has ear infections and impintigo (sp) and strep, (sorry family in Utah if you get it.)

Beside the drama of coming home we had a great trip in Utah. We were busy seeing family and playing with cousins, grandma's, papa's, Aunts and Uncles. What we wouldn't give to live just a little bit closer.

The boys helped grandma Peterson laying wood chips down and spreading them out.
Summer and I learned how to pogo stick at my dad's.

After a hectic car ride of trying to find an address we went and had a girls night out and got pedicures, listened to the dashed dreams and hopes of the pedicurists who did our toes and went out to dinner:)

We went to Thanksgiving Points petting farm. The kids loved running around with Chad and seeing the animals. We put the kids on the horses and they were all super excited until they started moving. Porter started to freak out, I was holding Olivia on another horse and couldn't do anything. But luckily he calmed down and by the end loved it enough to go again.

Does he look nervous?

Logan speaking words of encouragement to his horse. He learned that in one of the Magic Tree House Books we read:)

The kids climbed trees at Grandmas.

Went for a ride on Summer's scooter, and slept over at her apartment and had so much fun poking Nielson in the eye with a giant crayon. That's the story they kept telling me about:)

Porter and Colton were reunited buddies.

Savannah loved playing with Olivia and she loved playing with Vanna.

We had a shower for our soon to be sister in law Hailey who we (my family and I) just love.

Marker and Bishop Cousins, aren't they cute!

And the boys talked papa into going and looking for the "hand" in the field, (it's a manican hand that was there a few years ago.) They weren't able to find the hand but had a blast riding "Roley."

Olivia cried when the boys left on the 4-wheeler and then cried again when she was able to have a turn on it:)

Nate came the last weekend we were there, but I didn't get a picture with him in it. It was really good to see him though. It was a busy 10 days and we loved every minute of it. Except for the Porter getting sick part:)