We had a great weekend at grandma and grandpa's. The first thing I noticed was the sweet clean smell of the desert. This is probably my favorite time of the year down there. It's so empty and peaceful. We had a nice relaxing weekend. Nathan decided it was his new house, and grandma and grandpa could go live in his old house if they wanted. Or they could stay, because you know, more grownups to play with him.
Clara also loved the visit. She had none of the usual shyness around grandma and grandpa and treated them to a full display of her personality.
One day we walked up to the school to play. The weather was warm enough (for me at least) to go coatless and when we were bored outside, there was a gym full of equipment to play with inside. It turns out badminton is a pretty good workout at 33 weeks. Scooters and baseball and hockey = a good time.
And then, of course, the slickrock. We could have spent hours on the slickrock. Nathan especially was enthralled. Just before this picture was taken he decided this incline was too steep and he needed to crawl carefully down, and was talking about needing a rope so he wouldn't fall off the cliff, and then along comes Clara, holding my hand, walking nonchalantly past him. It made me laugh.
This cliff is actually pretty steep. Nathan used the handholds carved years ago and went right up, though. It made Levi, who was taking the picture, a little nervous. He's old enough to be careful, but young enough to not be scared.
Asleep on the way home.
Then, since sister got a picture, Nathan had to have one as well. The drive home turned out to be phenomenal. The kids slept until a little bit past Price. And then, for the rest of the drive, there was no whining. NO WHINING. Can you believe it? I couldn't. No movies, books, and only a couple of toys. A small snack in American Fork. I was pretty jazzed about it since the drive down had been so awful. Nathan's getting to be a trooper in the car. He'll just look at the scenery. But Clara is a whiner. She's two, what can I say?