Here's just a quick look back at my time near the great Salt Lake. I cannot thank the Utah Sellers enough for letting me hang out with them all summer, and we really had some fun times... even though it flew by quickly. I'll never forget it, check it out:
Went to check out the air show earlier in the summer... Mason wasn't bothered by the low flying jets... but we can't say the same for his poor mother.
Typical.
The scavenger, searching the horizon for cheese cubes, Peanutbutter Crunch, and anything else edible left open on an unattentive eater's plate!
The T-Ball allstar!
Smores anyone? How about a fire roasted corn farmer?
Nice jacket, Weasel... and Amber in true form.
Great times in the basement! It will be missed. Maybe someday we'll have a basement Mason and Izzy can come hang out in!
Once again, thank you, thank you... to the Weaselish ping pong champion and Earl Sellers look-a-like, the oily-footed girl on the Hot Tamale Train, the boy who doesn't share his corn nor his poptarts, and the barbaric little girl with the endless apetite... for the NOT worst summer of my life.
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We love you and would take you back in a heart beat. (Especially since now I have to finish off the "So You Think You Can Dance" season alone) Mason prayed for you tonight that you'd be able to sleep even though you missed us all really bad. I laughed SO hard! I'm sure you're going to miss the play demands, waking up to a screaming baby at o'dark 30 or getting sticky fingers wiped all over your arm while you TRY to eat what little dinner was left on your plate after the first half got stolen! Hug and kiss Becky and Paul for us. Cheers...
PS. Thanks for putting up the photo where I'm shredding the marshmallow...punk!
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