
9.26.2007
DADDY AND MAX-KEEPING DRY
MOMMY & MAX--READY TO GO9.19.2007
I've had access to the laptop and wireless since Ryan went fishing today, so when Max wasn't demaning my every attention, I got a chance to play around with my blog. In honor of the Autumn season knocking on our doorstep, I changed it up a bit. Now I want to get out all my fall decor, bake pumpkin cookies, and knit a sweater...okay, so knitting is a stretch...maybe I'll just buy a new one. Anyhoo--the crisp is in the air and I'm a fall fanatic. 9.16.2007
Almost every Sunday we spend dinner with Mark & Jeff. It's not something we planned, nor is it anything formal. But we usually spend our Sunday evenings either at Mark's house or ours. It's convienent since we only live 5 houses from eachother. It's just something that kind of came to be all on it's own. I guess it makes since to eat together since we all have to eat anyway. We usually come up with a collaborative menu sometime during Sunday School. It's a chance for us all to relax and enjoy eachother's company. It's also a great time for the Uncles to spend some quality time with Max each week. It's nice and there's never any pressure to perform.
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9.01.2007
Swiss Days 2007
Nestled in the beautiful Wasatch Mountains of Utah is a little town settled by the Swiss called Midway Utah. I love Midway for several reasons but the two favorite are 1) Johnsons Mill Bed & Breakfast (where Ryan and I honeymooned) 2) the Annual Swiss Days festivities.
Yesterday Jolea and I took our annual early morning drive to Midway. This year my dear friend Emily came with us. It was her first Swiss Days. We love the anticipation of what we will find at the booths. Mostly I always leave with the thought "Why didn't I think to do that; I could make a ton of money". I tell you, some of the things people make and then sell at outrageous prices is just genious. Of course we can't leave until we've heard a little yodeling while standing in line for Swiss Tacos. It was a great morning and I came home with a pocket full of darling magnets and a darling polar fleece jacket for my little Max--who by the way fared the crowds very well. Until next year...










