Tuesday Tell All- Room With A View

The week ticked by and it's time again for Tuesday's Tell All. I am supposed to write about a room in my home that I am particularly fond of at the moment. I got this topic last week and have been thinking about it since. As I rocked the girls at night I slowly went through the entire house in my head thinking about all the changes that I have made to the place over the past year. They range from very small (new hardware on the cupboards) to quite large (new carpet on the stairs and main floor). I am proud of the transformation of a house that I thought could be nice, to a place that I love coming home to.

For years when we lived in Louisville, I liked our house, but it was just a place we lived in. Every time we would return home from a trip to Utah, the whiteness of the walls and lack of decor made me want to walk right out the door and hop on the next plane taking me back to where it felt warm, comfortable and homey. I always loved the yard, but I think that was because I would mow the lawn, bought shrubs and planted flowers. I took the time to make it different, to make it my own. It wasn't until I started painting, decorating and put down new flooring in the master bath, that I felt like the house was part of me. The night I painted the boys room (during Rich's third year), the first big paint job I had ever done, I laid down in bed next to Trey and just took it all in. I looked at the ceiling, at the floor boards, around the door frames and window. It was a place I wouldn't mind being in for awhile.

Soon, I was a painting machine. The den was next, then the horrible border along the ceiling in my room came down and paint was up. I should add that I painted our room twice when the cream I wanted looked more like yellow and next to the pinkish carpet had a bit of a tootie-fruity feel. Not a good look. Next was the laundry room (used the yellow oops paint) and finally our bathroom. Early one morning, Rich awoke to a strange sound coming from the bathroom. Inside he found me ripping down the wallpaper. I guess I tend start project sort of spur of the moment. That's OK, because I always see them through to the finish.

I have loved learning how to fix things, change things and do it myself. I can thank my mom for that. The first time I rewired a light switch (it had a breaker on it too) I was glowing from pride and thankfully not from being electrocuted! I changed door knobs, put down laminant flooring and Kristi helped me put up tile in the kitchen. It was a joy to see what I could accomplish with some determination, a mom that is a phone call away and a Home Depot close by.

But I digress, back to the original topic. I had a hard time coming up with one room I like the best, because each has stories I could share. I painted the girls room FOUR times after trying to make myself like pink. I love the butterflies on the walls and the counted cross-stitch my Grandma Nance made for the girls' and my last birthdays. It says 'I am a Child of God."

In the boys room I love their beds overflowing with stuff animals and seeing the trophies they earned over the summer. I think back to the day we moved in (the kids were in Utah with our families) and Rich and I took down the ugly teddy bear border and filled in the holes from the zigzag 'Trevor' lettering that had been on the wall from the previous owner. (Rich does like to tease me that the girls names are over their cribs, because I thought the crooked Trevor name looked so dumb!) I spent hours the second night here painting it the exact color of their old room. (Bless Rich's heart, he tried to help me paint, but I was too bossy!) I wrote their names on the wall in the brown paint and took pictures. I wanted them to feel like it was home when they walked in.

I laugh when I think about the master bathroom. I hung a new light fixture in there. I bought one from Lowe's and got it up easy, but then noticed it was too short on the sides and you could see from the paint where the original had been. Not wanting to turn the power back on with a light undone, I went straight back to Lowe's with the kids, bought a larger light, went home and started to hang it. It was a bit hard to hold up because of the size, so I yelled for Josh to come in and help me. When Rich walked in from work he found me and Josh standing on our sink, arms outstretched holding up the half attached light with one of its ends balancing on my head, my blood was smeared on the wall and mirror from the cut I got from some sharp edge, but we were nearly there. Two screws later, we had a working light. I was proud of that one.

But the one I think I appreciate the most is our kitchen. So, after far too many stories, I will pick it as my favorite room of the moment.

When we bought our home I truly thought I hated the kitchen. I took all of a ten second look at it during the showing, but it was long enough for me to spy the purple and gold walls, the horrible floral drapes looped on a gaudy brassy rod, the bright gold cabinet handles and a small gold light over the table. Had these people ever heard of color tones? When do you mix purple and gold, gold and more gold, when the floor was grayish and the counters were green! The answer to that is never. I didn't even peek in the cupboards, dishwasher or sink. I knew I had my job cut out for me.

When I flew back to Utah to get the kids, I took off a small cabinet door, painted poster boards with the family room wall color, took a piece of scrap flooring and brought it with me. Sweet Danene Harper, a Salem neighbor, former primary teacher, interior decorator and dear friend came over to help assist me with this daunting project. She came up with a paint color (1/2 shade darker than the paint on the bottom half of the dining room/den) and helped me with arranging the house. What a sweetie. Thanks Danene! I was now ready!

As the movers were bringing in boxes I was tearing down the purple monstrosity. Even with wallpaper backing and glue all over the walls it was an improvement over the gold and purple. Rich spent an entire afternoon scraping and peeling that muck off the wall. The drapes and rod came down next and pewter handles and rod replaced the shiny gold. I got a paint match for the den and the new paint color for the kitchen.

I had to do some serious hunting for something to fill the large wall behind the table. I looked online for hours at possible prints. My mom would look up my suggestions and finally she found this set of three flowers. They were perfect. I got a shelf from Pottery Barn and filled up little vases with rocks and it worked. With the greenish paint, tan drapes and pewter rod, it had a natural look, much more soothing than the former style.

The last job was to replace the light. I finally found a pewter light at Lowe's and took the old one down. The only problem was that Rich was at school and I had to make sure I hung it at the right height. I called my mom who measured her light and told me how far hers was from the ceiling to the tip. I got some dental floss and measured it out and hung it from the ceiling. Now I could gauge how many links I needed and where to secure it from the top. Magically, soon after we had a light hanging that match up at the bottom of the dental floss. I was thrilled that it all actually worked!

The very last addition was a little flat screen TV tucked into the corner. A Christmas gift from my parents. This is our only TV on the main floor and I love it that way. The kids can watch cartoons while eating their cereal, and when I click it off, silence. Love it!

Today, I love the boys art work from school hanging on the fridge. I love the Hermit Crabs making scraping sounds in the corner. I love having family dinner around the table and love the view I have from the window. It's a nice room to be in.

So there you have it. That is the story of my kitchen and my life long story of painting and decorating. Hope someday, some of you will come and check it out in person!

Let The Fantasy Begin!

We were ahead of the game last night. Even with my hours of phone calls to grandma's and parents in Utah and the youth fireside Rich attended, by 9 we had the kids in their PJ's, scriptures read (thanks to my better half), teeth brushed, prayers said, tucked in and lights out before 9:30 PM. Our bedtime goal on school nights is 9 PM, so we were close, very close.

Rich helped me fold some laundry and I didn't know what to do with myself being kid free for a few waking moments. I still feel like I'm playing sleep catch up from our trip to Utah and my solo journey to Cali last weekend, so I thought I'd read for a bit and go to sleep early.

Rich headed downstairs so I followed. I thought he'd grab a drink or some food in the kitchen, but he surprised me by heading straight for the computer. Huh? But I was puzzled for just a moment, then I remembered. How I could forget when this day, hour and even minute meant so much to Rich? What kind of a loving and supportive wife am I? It was..... Draft Time Baby!!



There was a buzz in the air (or that could have been the constant cell phone connection over the next two hours). There was a spring in Rich's step and a gleam in his eye. This was like Rich's Disneyland. He has won the coveted Fantasy Football trophy for two years running with his med school buddies, but this was different. This time it really matters, because it's family!

While in Utah Rich and Taylor flipped through a calendar finding a perfect date and time that everyone could be available, online and prepared for their Fantasy Football Draft. It was like selected a wedding date, it had to be perfect. Rich talked about it with his brothers for weeks, the excitement building. He and Taylor had deep discussions about how to run the draft, what should be allowed, how the point system would work. It would run like a well oiled machine.

The hour was at hand, the wait was nearly done. Rich was ready and he was going to show no mercy. He clicked on the computer, searched for his print out of players, called his brother on his cell phone, scanned web sites about potential draft picks and counted down the seconds. He was like the NBA GM I knew he could have been.

I could hear Taylor's voice on the other end. They had the excitement of young boys talking about the newest and coolest gadget they finally were the proud owner of. I love seeing Rich so happy.

Rich's eyes grew wide when the countdown reached zero. The first pick selected in a matter of seconds and then it was Charlie's turn. He picked Payton Manning, Rich's favorite pick was gone. It was like when Caesar was stabbed in the back, Rich was taken aback. How could he do that to him? What to do? Rich didn't falter, he flipped through player sheets and found a second suitable pick in an instant. He was still in the game.

It was a roller coaster of emotions for 16 tedious rounds. There was laughter, screams of praise and disbelief as they all watched who was grabbed next. And it was all shared over a computer and cell phone. What a world we live in. It's a pretty great place to be.

Good luck Rich. I hope you win. You had better or Taylor will NEVER let you live it down! If not, there's always Fantasy basketball!

Go Fighting Trees!

Seriously, Stop!

I might file this in the 'what were they thinking?' category, but you could argue that they do have a point.

We were driving around on Friday night exploring our still fairly new city of Lexington when we stumbled upon this. You might say, wow a Stop sign. Like it is something you have never seen before, but look closer.

This Stop sign is place right at the end of a street giving you three options. 1. Stop and then plow through the fence. 2. Stop and then turn left into a drive way and shoot some hoops. (This would be Josh's top selection) or 3. Stop and make a U-Turn. You don't have much choice with a fence in front and a house on the left and a field on the right.

I was laughing at the sign and Rich was laughing at me when I made him turn around and back up the van so I could get a picture. I am sure the words blog and post crossed his mind. What a nice guy!

If I had been in on the design, I would have chosen a 'Dead End' or 'No Outlet' sign, but it seems they ran out of those and opted for a Stop sign and an unmarked orange diamond. Guess it works as long as you can read. Better that than 'Yield'!

...... One other funny thing I read the other day while driving. I was stopped at a red light next to a tow truck. On its door it read: "We don't want your arm or leg, just your TOWS." Clever.

Happy Birthday Taylor!

November 2006, Taylor's visit to the Commonwealth of Kentucky

Christmas Eve 2006 - Provo, Utah.

Happy 22nd Birthday Taylor. Have a great day. We love you!

All about Trey

Trey's big school project for the week was to complete and color a poster called Read All About Me! This should have been a relative easy homework assignment for a 2nd grader since the questions were simply answers about yourself. That means there are no right or wrong responses. However, it seems every "project" requires more time than initially anticipated. Trey was given four days to finish the few questions, decorate the poster and be prepared to present it to the class on Friday. Sharing it should be a no brainer. Let's be honest here, you shouldn't forget answers about yourself. Coloring the sheet should be a breeze, using crayons isn't rocket science.

Some kids could have had it all spiffy in one night, but this is Trey we are talking about. He just can't sit still for long when doing things he isn't passionate about. He bounces and hops off the chair to gets drinks, to check on brothers and sisters and tries sneak away when I turn my back. I have threaten to get out the belt and secure him to the chair on more than one occasion. I know he's a bit hyperactive and that characteristic come from moi, so I shouldn't complain. To his credit, he can sit and read for hours, is a Math whiz and could wallop me in a spelling test (he missed only 2 bonus words all year in 1st grade), but when it comes to finishing certain projects, it can be a tough task.

The boy that has a one track mind- how to be entertained. Trey could spend days on end in front of some type of screen and be perfectly content. I think he would rarely notice he was even hungry if he was in the middle of a great show. It's not until the screen goes dark, does he recognize the intense hunger pains in his belly. When I tell him it's time to turn of the TV he scarfs down a few hand fulls of Doritos or some chocolate cereal and disappears, only to find him later upstairs in my room with the door closed (better to hide the noise) watching the same show. When I boot him from my room, he comes down and gets on the computer or finds a Gameboy. You see my struggle!

If you asked him what his favorite invention is, I really might he would say the DVR. The kid knew how to program and record shows before I knew how to turn the dang TV on. While I do love the fact we can pause any show at any time, I don't want to watch the same episode of Myth Busters one more time!

If he didn't say he loved the DVR, his other absolute favorite thing would surely be the Play Station 2. His birthday is fast approaching which means we get to hear daily which game he would like most. Right now he is torn between Star Wars Episode III or Star Wars Republic Commando (which we can only find in Xbox). The first thing Trey said to Rich yesterday was "Mom knows where a GameStop (a video game store) is!" The first thing he utters when we wakes us, after he begs for chocolate milk, has something to do with a game. He's obsessed.

Well, back to the poster. We got it done after Matt and I both helped color and we had the microwave times ticking down the seconds until the written questions had to be complete. He shared it with the class today and happily told me it was the best looking one of the bunch.

Here's what he shared.

I am 7 years old. My birthday is September 26, 1999. I live in Lexington. I am in the second grade. My teacher is Mrs. Newton. I get to school by car. These are the members of my family: Dad, Mom, Josh, Matt, Trey, Brynn and Kaitlyn. When I grow up I would like to be a doctor. I show others I care by writing nice notes to my parents. I am a star because I am good at math. Favorite color: orange, animal: scorpion, food: spaghetti, book: Franny K. Stein, sport: baseball, favorite thing to do in school: math, favorit thing to do at home: Playstation 2 and reading. Three super cool facts about yourself. 1. I am the oldest of five children. 2. I have been to eleven states and Mexico. 3. I have the same name as my dad and grandpa.

Love you Trey!

PS. Earlier this week we had a discussion about why children have to go to school our country. You can't just choose not to go. The government won't let you, you have to get an education. This morning Matt was once again lamenting the fact he had to go to school for yet another day when I reminded him that staying home wasn't an option. He grumbled that he didn't like his new school and liked his old school (preschool) better. Matt then asked "Who signed me up for this school thing?" I reminded him that going to school was a law. He fired back, "I hate the government!" Count out a future in politics!

Matt once more...

It has been killer hot here in Kentucky over the past two weeks. The actual temperature has been in the high 90's and I think we even made it to 100 yesterday. I don't know, I chose to stay inside and blog. What a nice day it was! The heat index says it feels much hotter when you add in the humidity. We are planning a trip to the pool tonight to cool off. The boys are excited and the girls will enjoy getting out.

When we got home from school pick up I was thirsty. My favorite drink to beat the heat is diet Sprite with a little bit of grapefruit juice. It really is refreshing. Matt was thirsty too and after a quick "squiggle" as Matt calls it (drinking from the bottle) to make sure the Sprite wasn't poisonous I got after him to find a cup. My empty glass with ice was left by the computer and Matt spied it and filled it up with drink. After a few seconds he said, "Hey, I can taste that there was Fresca in this cup before." No I thought, there isn't any Fresca open, but then realized that he was using my glass and that it would taste like Fresca since that drink is supposed to taste like grapefruit. I told Matt he was very smart to recognize the drink. He said, "Yes, my taste buds could tell and they sent the data into my body and I knew. Taste buds are important."

Matt proves once again his little brain is fully functioning.

Inside the mind of Matt

My little Matt. He's a hard one to explain. He's full of life, funny and yet has a temper beyond his years. He has a vocabulary that rivals that of an adult and loves to analyze, debate and bargain the rules and consequences of life. He talks about issues that range from McDonald's toys to World War II.

He is so opposite of Josh. I like to say Matt would have been a great only child and here he was born a twin. Maybe that is telling us that he has strengths and weakness that can both be helped through having a brother. I think they really do need each other to balance themselves out.

I often say Matt is my quotable child. When I got his preschool journal, the teachers had written down comments and experiences that the child had in class. Matt's was: Matt gave a friend a great compliment. Ms. Kate said, "You're so sweet!" Matt, "Yeah, that's part of being a kid. It's part of the Ten Commandments. You know, love one another."

He always speaks his mind. While in Utah he was sitting on Jeff's lap when he let one rip. Jeff asked Matt. "Did you Puff (our word for toots)? Matt seriously replied, "Of course. I always puff and they smell horribly. But I call them farts because that is the same as puff, but it's worse. Farts smell two times as worse than poop because poop doesn't smell." I say, OH MY!

Last night the two of us were making banana bread. Matt started talking about our ant problem and about the ant killer we bought at Home Depot after school. Matt asked if I put out the poison. I said yes. He then said, "Score for us! Those ants will take it back to the Queen and her minions. We humans make houses and they are dangerous for ants. When we kill ants each day it lowers the species." Really I say. "Yes, we will eliminate their army." Between the words minions, species and eliminate I was smiling. It's just not something that usually comes out of the mouth of a six-year-old.

And now for the crazy/funny story of Matt in Utah. It was a bit shocking as my brothers recounted it to me, but like I said, this is Matt we are talking about. He was downstairs at my Grandma Nance's house talking with Brad. Matt started a deep thought conversation. Matt said, "Sometimes I do not agree with my mom. I hate the rules and do not obey." Brad asked what rules he was talking about. Matt said, "Like going to bed. I like staying up late. All the best shows come on at midnight. Sometimes I stay up all night" He paused and then continued, "And sometimes I swear. I don't remember which one. It think is sounds like "do". No, wait, it rhymes with "L". You know what I mean." At this point I am sure Brad is speechless. Who is this kid?

Matt lifted up a tank he was playing with to show Brad. "Tanks are the most deadliest thing on earth," he explained. He had an idea. He brought the tank upstairs to my Grandma. He asked her if he could have the toy. She sweetly told him that it was part of collection and that he could play with it when he came to visit. Maybe someday she would give it to him. Matt looked at the floor thinking and then blurted out, "I'll give you a week!" Oh no! Here is my six-year-old giving my grandmother an ultimatum and telling Brad swear words he knows. I think we need to have a little Mother to son chat, soon!

So there you have my report on Matt. I know they'll be more to type about in the near future. He'll probably remind me how he HATES sports and that Heavenly Father just made him that way, how he would rather not go to school, but stay in my bed and watch Star Wars (he did that on Monday) and he'll soon remind me of all the things I did incorrectly. What a guy, but at the same time I could write about his wonderful hugs and kisses, how he is a whiz at math, how he loves to help me around the house, how he remembers everything, how he loves to read and listen to stories, how he loves to play games with me and builds the most intricate and thought out cities and wars I've ever seen. He is a child with many facets.

Oh Matt. I love you kid. You keep me on my toes.... and sometimes on my knees!

Happy Birthday Kurt!

Happy 19th Birthday Kurt. We love you! Enjoy your special day!

Making Memories

How do you fit ten days of memories of Utah and family into one little post? I can't even try, so I'll have to go with the narrowed down, highlighted version. Even then this may end near novel length. So much for my ability to give only the absolute minimum amount of information necessary. But seriously, where's the fun in that?

And we are off! There were smiles and happiness looking forward to our trip home to Utah. We drove up to Cincinnati and flew out from there so we could have a direct flight. I love knowing once that plane takes off and lands you are there.

What a good looking bunch (of course I am biased being their mother and all). I have brag that they were incredibly good on the plane. I guess after doing this trek home at least twice a year for seven years makes for some seasoned and exceptionally well behaved young travelers!


The Provo Utah Temple. Doesn't this just look like a postcard. Rich loves Rock Canyon. This is a two minute drive from Rich's parents home and where he grew up.


Mt. Loafer, Salem, Utah. This the most beautiful mountain! I love it. This is what you get to see everyday from my parents front yard.

On Saturday Rich's family had a BBQ, we swam and my family came up for the party. I wish I could have gotten a picture of Charlie, Julianne and Emma, Rich's Mom, Andrew, Danny and Taylor. I don't know what I was thinking! Sorry guys!

Jenny, Jacob and little Ruby Howlett. Jenny is Rich's sister. Her husband Andrew had an emergency appendectomy while we were out visiting, then their family got the flu. Talk about getting kicked when you are down! Hope you all are 100% now!

Heather, Kris and Jackson Woolley. Heather is Rich's sister and lives in Phoenix. They came out for the week. When they lived in Boston we went up to visit them. It was so fun for all the Jacksons to be together.

Danny's wife Brynn with little Kalle. Kalle was blessed while we were in Utah and it was the first time we got to meet her. She was born in Hawaii on our twin girls birthday, March 25. Brynn's father is the painter Greg Olsen who has painted many well known pictures of the Savior. We call this Brynn big little Brynn. You can't call her big Brynn when she isn't that big!

After the blessing we had a Jackson family photo taken in the backyard. I think it turned out quite well. We were all in denim and white and there were six babies to deal with! I'll have Rich's family send it to me and I can post it later.

Later that night we headed down to Springville to visit.


Most of the men in my life. What a lucky girl!

Jeff and his mini-me Matt.

Nance guys: Rhett, Brad, Kurt, Jeff and Dad


Grandma Nance, my mom, me and the girls.

OK, this thing was seriously dangerous. It was a PowerWheels Barbie 2 seater and the kids discovered it in Jackson's gym. I strapped Kaitlyn in next to Kamae and off they went with 3 year old Kamae driving on high speed. They did an amazing quick U-turn and hit head on into the wall. Ouch! Later we found the slow speed, but it's didn't help much. I have to admit I was laughing so hard through all this. I really wasn't setting a good responsible, parent example, but who could stop giggling when your kids are zooming around, hanging on for dear life. Yeah, may you could, but I guess I'm still a kid inside!


Traci Underwood and her crew met up with me and my gang at Cafe Rio. Great food and even better company! Thanks for making the trip down to Provo! Just for the record I ate at Cafe Rio three times in one week. Heaven!

This is the new and first high school in Salem. It will be called Salem Hills High and their mascot will be the Sky Hawks. It will open next fall (2008) and my little brother Rhett will be a senior there. Salem has grown! It now has three elementary schools and now a high school. Amazing!


I ran over to BYU campus to get the new Stephenie Meyer book Eclipse from the bookstore after every Deseret Book and Seagull Book and Tape sold out by 10:30 AM the morning they were released. The campus was as beautiful and well manicured as ever, but I left thinking when did the EFY participants looks like they were 10 and the counselors looks like they were 12. Seriously I didn't look that young in college!


Happy 3rd Birthday Kamae on August 7th! She is Rich's sister Heather's daughter. After her birthday celebration, Rich had to head to the airport and was off to his physics review course in Sacramento, CA.


Some of the Jackson cousins. Left to Right: Annie, Kamae, Halle, Jacob, Josh and Matt. The Jacksons have 13 grandchildren with 12 being 6 and under. We were all there during our trip. Talk about chaos, happy chaos, but crazy nonetheless.


Rich's wonderful sister Rosie holding Danny's little baby Kalle.

The boys loved swimming in the Jackson pool, playing air hockey, shooting in the gym and playing with their cousins. It was hard for them to leave!

On Wednesday I went up to SLC to have my eyes checked and then met my family at Chuck-E-Cheese. We can't go home to Utah with out at least one visit to the kid's favorite place!

That evening Kurt went through the Provo temple for the first time. After we celebrated at Chuck-A-Rama. My Grandpa and Grandma Larsen, Grandma Nance and my family were there.

Josh loved hanging out with Uncle Brad. They went to the driving range twice, shot baskets on the sport court and had an intense game of baseball in the backyard. Thanks Brad for making Josh feel so special.

Visiting with my mom's parents Grandma and Grandpa Larsen. Since my kids have 11 (yes that's no typo) grandparents we have to be very specific in describing them. These two are referred to as the ones with Legos. Very descriptive I know!

We lucked out and were in town for Salem Days. This is one of my favorite things. It was always the last hurrah before school started. This year Brad, Jeff, Kurt, Rhett and I ran the 5K Fun Run Race. This was a crazy idea, since I hadn't run 3 miles for over two years, but I knew I could keep pace with one of my brothers so off we went. Brad and I finished together at 29 minutes. I was sore for a week!

After the race you walk up on to Knoll Park. It is more like a hill that over looks Salem Pond. It's beautiful. There you can eat a free breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, orange juice and milk and shake hands with the city council. It really is the City of Peace.

Next up is the parade. If you ever go, I'm warning you BEWARE OF CANDY. This is one parade you honestly have to duck from the massive amount of candy tossed. I got nailed right in the eye and my mom and I were shielding the girls with our bodies. You know the kids have enough when they start discriminating and leave the less desirable candies on the ground by their feet.

At night they have a little pageant (it's usually painfully bad) and the night ends with a wonderful firework show. The boys even said they liked it as much a Thunder (no way!) because they didn't have to walk to two hours and wait for eight. True. I do love sitting on the hill overlooking the pond with fireworks over head. I know I grew up in a very special place.

Happy 16th Birthday Rhett! August 11, 2007.

The Nance Family Celebrating Rhett's 16th birthday at Chili's on Saturday. Happy Birthday little brother! Can't believe you are old enough to drive and date!

This was the only day it felt hot to me. I guess all the Kentucky humidity is making me stronger. The boys had a ball miniature golfing. We tried to let the girls join in the fun, but they didn't quite under stand the concept and tried to run away. They were soon fastened in the comfort of the double stroller.
I am Tiger Woods. Just kidding. Josh was prepared though. He packed his golf clubs, his golf glove, a collared shirt and khaki shorts so he could play with Grandpa at Riverside.

Not many six-year olds can drive a golf ball 200 yards straight down the fairway. At least that's what Grandpa said! Maybe Josh has a future in this. We'll see.

We all had to say good bye to Kurt for two years. He will be entering the MTC on September 4, 2007. He will be serving an LDS mission in Taiwan and will learn to speak Mandarin Chinese.

We all met up at Jackson's on Sunday morning and then flew back to Lexington.

Thanks for the memories that we'll treasure forever! It went by too quickly and we are already looking forward to Christmas. Love you all!