We've been playing a new game at our house.
You could call it Mommy-is-Sick-of-Feeding-the-Ungrateful-Masses, but as I am not bitter, it's really about a simple points system.

This is my off-track summary and my-computer-is-working-hurry-and-post-something post.
Bryce was devastated that we put them in jars. He probably would've slept with his if it was allowed.
We've made lots of yummy salsas. (I couldn't get this pic to turn). This is half-Lemon Boy tomato and half red.
Ella had a VERY happy birthday. She requested cup-cake baking supplies and got them. She's kind of a wiz with that pastry bag. We had a extended family party the Sunday before she turned 7 and then just a celebration with our family with some reserved presents.
As part of the birthday fun, we traveled into Little Cottonwood canyon to our favorite rock throwing spot.
Dane had a great time running with his friends. (However, I've tried to avoid including images of other kids here)
There is something wrong with my children, Bryce especially.
The problem is that they are growing up.
Bryce talks like he's thirteen: wizened, self-confident and done listening to others.
His face is more angular, his hair is darkening.
I was amazed to listen to a conversation between Bryce and his cousin-to-be (also 4 years old) as they discussed their matriculation to new schools. HiLARious.
It's the little things that make my heart break, one little crack at a time. I was looking over Bryce's preschool teacher's blog (she posts pics of the kids w/o their names and such) and found this cute little photo of Bryce. It was last Summer or early Fall. He's so small!
And now he looks like this.
He's an amazing helper, but only when he wants to be. He's intense. He loves his mom: loves to kiss her and play with her hair and latch on with his monkey legs to be carried around the house. He's a complete joy most days (just don't cross him).
I continued to scroll through the photos and suddenly I was looking at Ella (who had the same teacher the year previously) and I wanted to cry. They are changing so fast!
On a whim, I whisked my kids off to Antelope Island on Tuesday.
We have a special family connection to the LDS church-run horse ranch that this place was in the "olden days."The kids loved roping the steer.
Bring 'em down, Brycie!
This is what is left of the ranch on the island. Lots of old buildings including a cellar, spring house, bunk house, barns, blacksmith, etc. Very cool and well preserved without feeling like a museum. For the most part, it's very hands on for little ones. Don't worry. Old saw blades are hung up high.
The kids, having a bit of fun posing in the bunk house (where transitory workers would stay).
A view of the ranch's beauty with the main house and cellar to the right.
We spent a lot of time looking for different bird varieties here and at Bountiful Lake. We saw so many, we even made a list. (Thankfully, we had our bird book and binoculars)
Birds seen and heard (if you follow these links, you can even hear the bird sounds):
Meadowlark
Red-winged Blackbird
Since our computer died weeks ago, we've found ways to survive...
Daddy's new I-Pad has helped.
It's obviously a fascinating piece of technology. I guess we've gotten used to it. I tried to "swipe" the screen at a Red Box, trying to rent a movie. This month, my sweet nephew was baptized by my dad and confirmed by my grandpa.
But after that, Cam and I will play demolition crew and get the job going! We're really excited!






