Utah or bust!

My cute little sister got married and so the offspring and I were able to go to Utah!

 This picture was taken on the plane before we left. I couldn't be in the picture because B wasn't able to come with us. I knew I was needy when it came to him, I didn't realize just how needy I was. I cried and cried when we said goodbye. I actually started crying the night before we left and didn't stop until well into the flight. They were happy to be on the plane and didn't mind that it was six o'clock in the morning.

 What's a trip to Utah without a visit to the local Chuck E. Cheese? I honestly didn't think that there was one close to our house. I found out right before we left that there is in fact one in the next city over. But if our children find out, then there would be one less fun thing to do in Utah. So, I'll keep the knowledge of one around on the D.L

 K loves to do skeeball. I love that they don't really care how many tokens they have. The reason they love to go to Chuck E. Cheese is to get enough tootsie sucker with the tickets they get. Simple things make all of us really happy!

 We went to visit my favorite Aunt. She took a particular liking to me and my three surrounding sisters when I was a wee lass. We would go to her house for sleepovers and to just hang out. Her children are awesome too! But truly, when we went to her house to sleepover, we went to see her, not her kids. My Uncle is pretty awesome too! Anyway we went to visit her while we were there. She's as awesome as I remember her being. My sister, E taught M how to play spider on the swing. M and I had a lot of fun playing that while we were there.

 B was able to come for one of the weekends that we were there. He truly makes everything better. He came for his brother's baby blessing. Wouldn't it have been so awesome if I had gotten a picture of them together? Oh well, at least we got a family picture when we went and did Payson Grotto. I love that little family! The hike was fun. It's so beautiful!

 Here we are at my sister's wedding. This is my parents with their children. I had three brothers that weren't there. One lives in the Czech Republic. (I can't imagine why he didn't come! :)) Another one lives in Virgina. He couldn't make it to the wedding. My other brother passed away 17 years ago. So he was probably there, he just didn't show up in the picture! I totally loves this picture! Isn't my family so awesome!

 I had to get a picture with her and the kiddos. She is their favorite Aunt and we were so excited for her!

 I had to put this picture on. We are known as the four girls. S is the first of the four. She was 15 months  old when E was born. E was 15 months old when T was born and T was 15 months old when I was born. I love these ladies so so much! Saying goodbye to them is never easy.

 The only thing that would have made this picture better would be to have B in it too. We loved being at the wedding, but we missed him a whole lot!

 The day after the wedding, we went swimming. K has no fear of water. He is learning to swim and when he saw M jump off the diving board, he had to do it too! He jumped over and over. He loved it and I loved watching him do it!

 Yes he's really sleeping. He fell off the couch almost every night. He would fall off and then in a very sleepy voice he would look at me and say,"I don't like when I fall off the couch." I think it makes for a pretty awesome picture!

We ended the trip by seeing our bests'! We love this family so so much! R and I are able to talk about anything. She totally gets me even when I don't make any sense. She probably is sitting there thinking,"What in the world are you talking about?" But she will listen and will nod when appropriate. We miss this little family so much!


Our trip was fun, but it was too long. If B had been able to come it would have been perfect! It went off without a hitch. Well, almost. Picture this, the Atlanta, Georgia airport. Me with my two little kids trying to make our connection to make it home with only 57 minutes to get from plane A to plane B. As we landed in Atlanta K was freaking out telling me that he needed to go potty and couldn't hold it. We made it off the plane and found a bathroom. We got done and found out where we needed to go to make our connection. That airport is big enough that there is a train to get to the different terminals. We got to the train and waited the three minutes for the next train to come. It got there and on we went. We waited and waited for it to go. M was getting nervous that we were going to miss our next flight. She told me we should get off and walk. I told her I didn't know the way. Another lady was getting off too. She had told me enough about herself that I knew that she's a member of our same church and that she was going to the same state we were. I thought that if we stayed close to her then maybe we would find where we needed to be.
I tried to clear the way for us to get off the train by going first. Once I was off I turned to help the kids get off. I turned in time to see the doors starting to close. K was half way on and half way off. I grabbed him off so he didn't get smashed. The doors shut and M was still on the train. She started crying, screaming and jumping up and down. I started pounding on the door of the train yelling her name and asking how I open it. I tried to pull the doors open. I was a total mess! I was freaking out! The nice lady that I had met on the train tried to hold on to M and yelled that she would watch her and make sure that she got off the next stop. An airport worker pulled me away from the doors and told me to go to the next stop. In my frantic state I told, probably screamed at her I didn't know where the next stop was. She took all my stuff and told me that she would walk with me. As we walked away K started crying because he didn't want to leave M on the train.
We hadn't made it very far when we heard yelling behind us. I turned around and another airport worker was running towards me with M! She was yelling that the doors had opened again and she was able to get M off the train. When M was next to me and I was holding on to her again I cried even harder. I was so relieved that she was with me and K again that I couldn't help but cry. The nice airport lady kept asking,"Ma'am, are you ok?" I wanted to look at her and ask,"you don't have any children do you?" But I was crying too hard. Yes I was ok and I was so so thankful for all the nice people that where there to help me in my frantic state. I am so thankful that she was safe and that we weren't apart for that long. Truly it was probably only about five minutes from start to finish, but it felt like time had slowed down and almost stopped. We made it to the next flight and the whole way home I wanted to be touching both of them. To say that was an awful experience would be an understatement. Anyway, enough about that. The trip as a whole was a smashing success. I didn't realize that until we were home with B and looked back on it. I am glad that we went. I still think that it was way too long to be away from B, but it was fun to see family!