
We did a lot of shopping, a lot of eating, and a lot of hanging out as a family - our type of vacation!
tayson enjoying the snow
Kamri being a cheeseball
only on vacation to we allow our children to suck on giant rings of sugar (btw - this ended up on tayson and kamri's hair)
an old fashioned candy shop with jaw breakers the size of your fist!
the kids content and happy to watch a little tv together
Poor Tayson - of course, right as we were packing to leave and were actually loading stuff in the vehicle, Tayson took a fall off a wall he was jumping on (I think trying to act like a super hero). I had already wiped away most of the bloody nose but isn't this the saddest face you've ever seen?

On the way there I had seen a scenic look out of a huge gorge. So on the way back I made Bryce stop so we could all look. What was I thinking? The view was very cool, but I was nervous the whole time. I was holding Kamri with a death grip. Bryce was holding Tayson but it was making me about have a heart attack. And then when I had had enough, the boys wanted to keep throwing rocks into the gorge to see if they could hit the water. Even Blake was making me nervous. These boys will be the death of me...
On a different note, prior to us leaving for Sunriver, Bryce's aunt and uncle were in town and stayed at a hotel that had an indoor pool. Here is Kamri in her cute swimming suit, enjoying the water!























This he perked up and was a good sport for me. Thanks Blakey!






Anyone who knows me, or talks to me long enough during the winter months, knows I HATE being cold. Back before Bryce came along I would go outside with Blake and let him play in the snow like a good parent. I would help him build a snowman and teach him how to do snow angels. Now, I never have to do a snow angel again!! Bryce is like a big kid when it snows out. He gets the kids dressed all warm and then sleds or 4 wheels with them for hours. Occassionally, I go out too. But it is usually only once a winter. Today was not my day. 

He was so proud of himself that he got his socks and shoes on all by himself. I have grown so much as a parent (sigh). When Blake was this age I would have demanded that he change into some nice respectable white socks. But not now. Tayson's sense of accomplishment was much more important than making sure he had matching socks. So, I let him wear them to church. I wonder if anyone besides me noticed????
MEOW!














