March 2015

March things:

Playing outside in the snow.                                                                           

After having lived in Utah for just a few months, the kids were convinced that snowy winters were pretty much the best thing ever (I still am not sure about that).

More sledding down the little “hill” in our backyard.  This fun activity came to an end when, five minutes after I took this picture, Henry came running inside with blood gushing from his chin.  They had run into a mound of ice at the bottom, which had made the sled stop really suddenly, which had made Henry go flying off into the air.  He landed right on his chin on the basketball court, a grid made of tons of little hard plastic squares.  When he landed, he impaled his chin on one of the little squares.  It was pretty gross. 

He was an amazing sport about it; he kept saying “I’m fine! I’m fine!” Sometimes I joke that on Henry’s tombstone it should say “I’m fine!”, because pretty much every time he gets hurt he hops right up and says that.  He usually just wants to get back to whatever activity got him hurt in the first place as quickly as possible, so he doesn’t want to waste any time with bandaids. This time he needed more than bandaids, though.

Here he is reading patiently while he waits for the doctor to give him stitches:

All stitched up:                                                                                    

Legos and cousins – two of their favorite things!                                                                                             

And speaking of Legos, here's a little Lego movie.  Made by moving little Lego guys around for hours and taking hundreds of pictures.

A fantastic little chart that I found taped up to the counter one night after getting home from a date; Rachel and Lizza had decided to track Henry and Cindy’s behavior by moving their initials up and down, depending on how they were acting.  I love all the different levels of behavior they came up with on the left, and then the colors on the right!  Especially the black hole of super unbelievable badness that means it’s time to call Mom.  Ha! Thanks for having average behavior, Henry.                        

Climbing over the back fence to escape into the Grand Wilderness behind our house. Repeat this scene times a billion, and that pretty much sums up how the kids spent our year in the rental house.  It was pretty great. 

Cindy doing study time while the other kids were at school.  States, reading lessons, and math – we start them young.

Date night at Tibble Fork Reservoir. 

And some more fabulous notes I found lying around the house:

You know it’s March Madness time when “DO BRACKETS!” is the most important thing on Rachel’s babysitting “to-do” list that she made herself.  Also I love how she added “Read tell whenever” after she wrote down their bedtimes, because it really is true that once my kids are in bed, I generally am okay with a “read until you fall asleep” approach. 

Henry had pretty strict rules for who was allowed in his fort.  I love his bullying picture. 

I think he clarified that both nice people and nice cousins were allowed because his cousin Mariah was staying with us for a few days.  It’s always nice to have cousins around for games of backyard baseball.

And sleepovers in curlers:

BYU Spring Scrimmage with more cousins.  There was a clinic before the game where the kids could participate in drills with members of the team and get autographs.  One of the fun perks of being back in Utah.







Another fun thing about being back in Utah – big family dinners:

Cousin play is the best.                                                                     

That’s it for March.