My brother Kendall, ten years my junior, just moved back to town and is renting our basement room while he looks for a house. We hope he never finds one, because it's too much fun having him here!
Our photo shoot (like most of our conversations) was bombarded by two little boys, hungry for some avuncular attention.
Here is Isaiah with baby Mia. We all love her so much!
You gotta love St. George. Yesterday the high was 61 degrees, so we planted a winter garden along the back wall. The older kids helped early in the day so they could go hang out with friends, but Paul is my little Farmer Boy and he stuck with me to the end. This is a project I've been wanting to do for years. I screwed a trelise against the block wall, buried a soaker hose, put it on a timer, replaced the nasty red clay with squishy loam and ferilizer, and planted sugar snap peas, arugula, spinach, lettuce, and swiss chard. Then I covered it all with some dead leaves to keep with warm in the even of a few more frosts. It was such a nice day working outside. I found myself thinking, "I should spend an hour or two out here every day!" That thinking usually lasts about twenty-four hours, so I'm over it.
Happy trails, my boys, it's time for bed!
The dress up box offered too many tempting options. So Naomi ended up as
Super Russian Clown Native Pirate
Also, I've been called to serve in the Relief Society Presidency as the second counselor. It has been hard to leave Primary; leading the music there was my favorite calling, ever. But I do know this is where the Lord wants me right now, and that offers me a lot of comfort and hope. The gospel of Jesus Christ gives me joy every day and I want to do everything I can to share that joy. God is good!