Sunday, July 21, 2013
Torrey Apple Days is always held on the weekend following the 4th of July.
It has been a tradition for many years for our family.
This year just the kids and I went down with my parents because Matt had to work.
We went to the parade and then we headed to my grandma's house which is just a block away from main street. That is always my favorite part of the weekend - just going to my grandma's house.
On the short walk there, I saw some of my grandpa's old equipment and took a few pictures for fun.
There are some old pictures of my grandpa sitting in the front of this truck that are so sweet.
He was a logger. He knew Boulder Mountain better than anyone in the county.
He loved being out in the trees with his sons and their chainsaws.
This little dozer is my uncle Tuv's. It was used to drag the trees they cut down to the piles. Then all the trees were hauled off the mountain to the sawmill. My uncle Tuv died on the mountain when I was 7, doing what they all loved to do.
This is my uncle Mack, myself, my Grandma Elaine, and my cousin Weston's baby, Bryndl, on my grandma's front porch. It was a great visit. My cousin Marcy and all of her grown up kids were there and I haven't seen them in years and years and years. Marcy was the super cool and beautiful older cousin that took me to get my ears pierced when I was 8. So many fun memories of her when I was little. I also got to visit with my fun and crazy male cousins. They make me laugh.
I had a great weekend and I am so glad I got to spend a little time in Torrey.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Wasatch Mountain State Park in Midway has a super fun pond that we have visited to feed the ducks a few times. We always see other people fishing there. Well, it was our turn so we all went over on a beautiful evening last week and went fishing.
Matt spent the entire time fixing poles and hooks, and the kids spent the entire time casting and reeling. They loved it.
Love this picture I captured of Kelsey. It was a truly gorgeous evening.
I grew up fishing with my family often. It seems like many Sunday or Saturday afternoons were spent near a lake on Boulder Mountain or Thousand Lake Mountain, or a creek near Fishlake. I have such good memories of those times with my parents, my brother, my sister, and sometimes neighbors and cousins.
Kenna and I just roamed around. She loved watching the ducks and it sort of makes me sad that she says "duck" better than she says "mom," but oh well.
I am not sure what the family outing memories my kids will have of their childhood, but hopefully they are good ones, and there are plenty of them.
I wish every evening could be spent fishing, feeding the ducks, and being together.
Sunday, July 07, 2013
Kenna turned one year old a few weeks ago. Boy how the time flies! She seemed to just grow up all of a sudden a few weeks before her birthday. She interacted with everyone more, started chattering like crazy, sort of listened to things I would tell her to do, played with different toys more, just an overall grow up spurt.
We went out to eat at Luke's in Midway that evening. Her brother and sister enjoyed it more than she actually did, but it was a nice family outing to celebrate her one year mark.
I know, I know, but I just love this picture!
All day, I kept thinking thoughts like, "Okay, about now one year ago I was in labor and was sitting by the air conditioner because I thought I might actually perish" and "Okay, about now is when I told the kids their baby sister would be born this day" and "We went to the hospital about now exactly one year ago today." Funny how a mother's brain works.
We did the traditional MAKE A MESS cake attack. We have done this with all our kids on their first birthday. Kenna wasn't shy about it, but she wasn't a pig either. The kids loved watching her and cheering her on. They kept sneaking tastes as well!
I sure love this little girl that was added to our family. She makes me happy and keeps me busy. She is a true joy and now that she has the stairs mastered in our house, LIFE IS GOOD!
Happy Birthday Sweet Kenna Holland Crane