one extra long weekend + me with a camera = the following post

On Thursday, Brent and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. Ya, we're getting old like that. So in honor of the day (or rather in honor of not wanting to work), Brent took Thursday off and I got to go here:



with him:



It's been a while since I went to the temple, please don't ask how long, I'm too embarrassed to admit it. The Draper temple is so pretty to me. They have the best couches there in the whole world. I had to stop in the hall and sit in one just because I couldn't resist and I got a prolonged, confused look from one of the temple workers. I'm not sure why since it WAS a couch and it WAS just sitting there at the top of the stairs looking all nice and cushy and inviting, begging me to sit on it. That's what couches are for, right?

Friday we worked in the yard and then we worked in the yard and after that we worked in the yard some more. Then we went to Leslie's house for Chinese Chicken Salad (best recipe ever, I haven't had in at least 10 years) and went out for icecream for dessert. Jane got to go to a Hawaii birthday part that afternoon and has been sporting the take-home attire ever since.



She got sick of me for some reason and decided that my punishment would be to NOT look at and/or pose for the camera:



I think it was harder on her than on me.

On Saturday I recall an early morning bike ride for Brent followed by two moves and yes, more working in the yard. After that is when our weekend really started getting good. Cameroon invited us all to head over to the lake at Daybreak and enjoy an evening of live music, rootbeer from the the bottle and pulled pork sandwiches, and I was all too happy to oblige. My family didn't have a choice, but I think they liked it too.



Charlie was there, in all his glory.



Lizzy was there with her customary crusty face.



Brent is always a champ with this kind of stuff. Did I mention that I've been married to him for SEVEN YEARS? Sorry, I know that in real life it isn't all that long, it's just been a long, hard, good seven years.



This picture reminds me that I need to
A) stop wearing flip flops every single day and
B) get a pedicure.



Ben was having so much fun, he didn't want to leave. I love Ben. He's my special little buddy. I like to think that he remembers all those months that he spent at my house and he loves me for it.

No?

I'm going to think so anyway.





These are for Cam. If I had set the scene (and was an actual photographer that took decent photos) he could use these for their website. Seriously though, how pretty is this setting?

Which brings us to today. Absolutely gorgeous.





Charlie went flying.



Lizzy became embarrassed when Jane pointed out her soggy diaper. She then sheepishly made her way inside and stripped off said diaper, climbed up the stairs, scaled the changing table by herself and waited for me to come change her. And yet, she won't use a toilet. Can you tell that I'm very anxious to get on with that?

I know she's not ready because of a certain incident that occurred yesterday involving sprinklers, small children, a swimming suit, NO swim diaper, a serious mess, some gagging and hosing off in the back yard. Nope, I don't think she's ready yet.

This week is going to be hard. After a long weekend last weekend and an extra long weekend this time, I don't think anyone wants to see Brent leave for work in the morning. Back to the real world, I suppose.



(p.s.) Cam - did I get enough Daybreak links in there for you? I tried very hard. I've got your back like that.