Saturday, July 31, 2010

A full summer of fun

We headed out West again this time towing "Big Red" the trailer. First stop Ogden to visit with Nana and Grandma Coates. Uncle Ryan came out for a weekend to visit. Highlights of our visit there were playing at the Splash Pad, the Hill Airforce Base Museum, In-N-Out and the Red Iguana Restaraunt, Movies with Nana, and lots of yummy treats at Grandma Coates's house.

Next up was the McWhirter gathering in Frisco. Lots of hiking and good family time was had.

Finally we were on our own for camping. One night in Frisco where Carter and Gracen adopted the campground hosts or maybe that was the other way around. Then on to Independence Pass where we linked up with the Bonnells for a couple of nights of fun and a great day of hiking at altitude.

Then it was back to Summit County for five days that took us through the Fourth of July and the Frisco Town Parade. Uncle Ryan came up for a couple of days of shared fun.

Then we finished up with three nights in Rocky Mountain National Park with great hiking and Carter and Gracen getting their Junior Ranger Badges.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Play Ball !!!!!

Carter had his first t-ball game on Tuesday. It looked iffy all day with gray skies and early drizzle. Carter was convinced it wasn't going to happen when he saw the forecast two days earlier. I kept telling him to think positive and that a forecast only meant that it "MIGHT" rain. He seemed pretty skeptical. Dad called just before the end of the day to check on the weather and the possiblity of rain. It hadn't rained up to that point and he really wanted to come down so I told him to come on. Thankfully the rain held off long enough for us to get our game in and Papa was there to capture some great images of the affair. I have called kid's soccer affectionately "KID MAGNET". However, if ever there was a game in which kids converged so completely as a group upon a single object as if it exibited a gravitational pull superior to anything else in the known universe, T-ball would be that game. There were a few points at which not a single yellow shirt was out in the field save that of our first baseman who miraculously remained fixed to his post. The rest converged on a single spot practically in a pile to battle it out for an unseen ball that had been hit 15 feet into the field, overrun by the three closest players who proceeded to turn around and converge with the remainder of the team all streaming in from their distant positions with increasing speed gained over their distance. It was truly a sight to behold and all you could do really was stand and marvel at the scene laughing. I LOVE T-BALL.