Timing is Everything

Before we flew out to Utah and while at the hotel we realized that we had left Aleeya's suitcase at home. She was DEVASTATED. The cry-face was permanent. 

To spare us all of looking at that face the whole trip I told her we would go shopping when we got to Utah. What BETTER person to go shopping with then Tia Adriana (who happened to be staying with Grandma at the same time)?!?!

(Adriana with Kellyn and her boy Logan)

We took Aleeya to the D.I. (like a Goodwill) because that's how we roll. She had the best time coming out of the dressing room showing off all her things and she ended up one happy....and I mean BEYOND happy girl. 

Well, until the next day when she started feeling sick. And by sick I mean the fever-ish, no appetite and sleep all day sickness. Which yes, I feel bad for kids who get this sickness, but as far as parenting-ease in taking CARE of sick kids rank.....this is ranked the highest. So if you're gonna get sick kids....THIS is the sickness.

Aleeya's sickness DID make it so she couldn't go with me, Iris, my sis and three of her girls to Seven Brides for Seven Brothers musical.

I'm laughing at the above picture because my kids aren't culturalized like I was growing up. Iris has only EVER been to one live play before and that was Cat in the Hat for a field trip. She came home and said, "Mom, I went to a movie with my class. But it wasn't a movie with flat people, they were like real people movie." #culturemommyfail

Iris had never met these cousins before but I had such high hopes for her and Vivian (6 months apart) to bond. Every time between scenes that it went black I could hear Iris, just talking and talking. Never once did I hear Vivian talk. She just sat there with a polite smile on her face. I was worried Iris may be a little over-bearing for Vivian (because after all, when Iris "latches" onto someone she never lets them out of her sight). Then during intermission I told them to get up and we'll go get some water, then Vivian looks at Iris, grabs her hand and says, "Okay, let's go Iris". 

PHEW!!!!! The bond happened. 

The next day after some golfing for Brooks, and kissing on Adriana's boys before we left, we headed up to my parent's house for the July 3rd Fireworks Show!

By "WE" I mean, all of us except Aleeya. She just couldn't move off that couch, so Grandma insisted she would keep her there for a while.

Brooks' friend owns a restaurant on 37th in Ogden called Criddles Cafe and it was INCREDIBLE.

He had these cinnamon sugar scones that were the size of Camden's face!!!! And dipped in their coconut sauce was pretty much heaven. I took this picture  because Emerson ordered something on the menu called "The Boss", ASSURING us he could finish those two huge plates of breakfast food.

It turns out, "The Boss" ended up being the Boss of Emerson. He MAYBE finished 40% of it.


We WERE planning on this trip to Utah, yes, but it HAD to be at this particular time of year in my mind. I was NOT going to miss another fireworks show with my family. You see for my dad's occupation, he owned a fireworks company. July 4th has ALWAYS been huge for us. His company does the July 3rd show in Logan, Utah so there really was NOTHING that could've stopped me from being there this year. I was coming at this time of year JUST FOR THIS!

It was so fun driving up to my festive parent's home.

We were the first ones there, so after giving some quick hugs the kids all the kids ran outside to play.
First stop? The zipline.

Royce probably rode it the most over our whole visit there.

I was actually shocked that

even Kellyn jumped right on it.....it was the cutest thing. (link)

Then the cousins started arriving. Only 5 of us siblings (and kids) were going to the fireworks. I had to quickly establish my "Frog" skills to my  nephews and TRY to teach my kids this game. Frog is a game we played for HOURS and HOURS growing up. You just might be kicked out of my family if you don't play "Frog".

Then my brother Patrick had to show Camden "who was boss", as he put it. Uncle Patrick is the most fun uncle and loves to beat all little boys up. Camden kept asking for it, so Patrick got his dog to get Camden, drag him through the flooding water and pin him accordingly. I think Camden knows the pecking order now. (and he loved every second)

After we ate, it was off to the fireworks show. 15 years ago I brought this guy to the fireworks I had just met 3 months earlier to meet my family.....

I left Kellyn and Everly home with a babysitter (the two hour time change was kicking all our trash), piled up my kids + cousins in the van and we were off.

We kinda took up a lot of rows. You can see me and my dad all the way at the end and then three rows down were all my family there. Later my cousins and their families came to take up a few more rows.

I just love how my sweet 15 year old nephew let Royce follow him around. #clearlyrelated

And good ol' Iris...... RIGHT. next. to. Vivian.

The anouncer said there was a dance competition and for 15 minutes straight a few of my  nieces and I (and my sis for a bit) tried our DARNEDEST to get on the big jumbo-tron thing with our crazy moves.

I even broke out the running man. As you see I was sitting right in front of Bronson and part of the point was embarrass him. #missionaccomplished

I love all these pictures of my nieces in front (thanks to my sister-in-law for basically taking every picture I have from up at my mom's. I only picked up my camera once or twice!)

Aaaaaaand no. We never made it on the big screen.

As much as I tried, I don't think anyone could've beaten one particular person's dance moves. This person had ZERO restraint. It was never-ending, quite impressive, and totally done by...... my son. Pretty sure his endless energy came from the endless supply of suckers Grams kept giving him.

I caught a quick clip of him dancing during the very end of a song.  (link)

I even got some time with my younger brother....who I speak to once in every few years. Love him.....and the constant photo-bomber.

Like seriously.....I probably had 6 or 7 pictures where Royce's head made it's way in the picture. 

As good as the bands, acrobatics, music and lazer show were, there was really NOTHING like the fireworks show. It filled up my entire innerds with that childhood-I'm-home feeling. Almost to tears...... what a magical night.