Labor Day

This blog of mine is so predictable. Sometimes I think of writing something thought provoking, or something that would let the whole blogosphere know my inner-most thoughts. But then I remind myself what this blog is for. It's for our family history, so it reads like a chronological journal. (Is there any other kind?) I don't want to be reading our blog book 50 years from now and think, "Why in the world did I write about that???" Although, I'll probably do that anyway. I guess time will tell. I'll save that stuff for my memoirs that will make me rich and famous one day, and you can have a regular ol' post about what we did over Labor Day Weekend.

We went to St. George!! Hooray! I felt like I was seeing SG with new eyes for some reason. Maybe it was because I was so homesick. Suddenly the weather was better than I remember, the scenery was more beautiful, the shopping was better, I even missed seeing bats in the early evening. Didn't even realize I found them endearing! Shocking!

I'm not going to try and match captions up with pictures, but in no particular order we stayed up late and girl-talked, had Sunday dinner with everyone, went shopping for clothes and home-decor. As a tangent, all us girls talked about how we never feel so poor as when we go shopping. Oh money. The boys took the kids to the splash park, we hiked the DIXIE rock, we had an adults date and got an actual babysitter that you pay for! (Total splurge for us), watched movies, ate good food, you know the usual stuff. The only downfalls to the entire trip were that we missed my parents who were in Iowa visiting my brother and family, and Gwen cut her hand real good on a mason jar. It was (and continues to be) pretty sad. We were so thankful it happened at Adrienne and Chris' house so that we had access to actual medical supplies (since then we've become more prepared ourselves) and a nurse. I would have had no idea what to do otherwise. It doesn't seem to be healing, so I think we'll have to take her in to get stitches either today or tomorrow. This baby girl is just super accident prone. She ALWAYS had new bruises and scrapes. The day we got home she was brushing her teeth while standing on the toilet lid, fell off and busted her bottom lip wide open. Poor thing.