Sunday July 5th
Sunday starts off with a bang as we head off to church. Shortly after the meetings start, Mom takes Paige to the bathroom. Mom comes back without Paige. Mom says, "she wants you."
I go to the bathroom and think that I can hear her singing from the hallway. Nope, she's throwing up. (Not that her singing sounds like hurling in any way. . . seriously. . . she sings fairly well.)
Shane takes her back to my parents' house. Shortly after that, Tyler pipes up with some serious acting skills after he realizes that he may have to go to primary alone. "Mom, my stomach hurts." So, Grandpa heads home to drop off Tyler. Can't risk two throw-up sessions in the church. Mom runs home to grab something between meetings and comes back with the report that they are eating sandwiches and watching Tom and Jerry. Sounds like the worst flu bug ever. I'm so glad that they have learned the importance of church at such a young age.
The rest of the day goes smoothly with a yummy chicken dinner and plenty of competitive croquet.
Monday July 6th
The day that I was schooled in the ways of the quad and the Big Butte. Just push this they said, just do this if you get stuck. . . and off you go. They made it sound as if I would be taking a relaxing ride to the top. Tracie hopped on with me. Her first time and mine. One big wash and I was tipping sideways. Tracie was hysterical, the poor thing. Mat saved the day and got me on my way again with Carson as a passenger this time and with a word of advice. Keep the wash between your wheels. The rest of the climb was great. The suburban came up too even though the adult passengers inside were sure that they had met their doom. We picnicked at the top.
On the way down, it was Marilyn driving and me on the back. I had to save her from riding in the suburban again.
We all gathered for dutch oven dinner and grilled porkchops. Then, Corinne fired the candy cannon.
