One year older and funnier too

While getting Lydia ready for bed tonight she turned to me and said “Mom, I do not even feel five! I still feel four, only now I can hula-hoop really good!” That’s the difference, folks. 

And PS she cannot hula-hoop. Yet. 

Coming Home

Can I get a hallelujah?

Vail, Co- One of the prettiest places I have ever been but there is not enough oxygen up here for us sea lovers! Can. Not. Breathe. 
Denver, Co- Butterfly Garden (per Lydia’s request) and Hammond’s Candy Factory
Nashville, TN- for some good ol’ Opry Land Goodness and Rain Forest Cafe (which terrified Liam)

Birthday Girl

Lydia Grace,
Five! It seems so old to me! You were my little 9 day late baby and you still have one speed today. . . SLOW! You certainly take your time on everything you do. No one can hurry you along. You are getting so big! You are learning to read and add and subtract. You start real school this year! How is that even possible? You are such a beautiful girl, inside and out. You make us smile every day. You are so loving and sweet. You are kind to everyone. You are a little momma too; you like to take care of everyone. At times you can be a little bossy, you like to be in charge. You’re a girl who knows what she wants! I don’t know who you get that from. You are a problem solver too. You think things through and always have an excuse or a solution.  You bring so much joy to our family. I am proud to call you mine forever. I love you more than my arms can reach! Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!
Love, Mommy


While staying at Grossmutti’s we were able to take her to visit Grossvatti’s grave and take a quick trip up to the cabin at Bear Lake. The kids loved picking fresh raspberries, cherries, and apricots with her. She makes us way more food than we can eat and spoils the kids! We had such a fun time visiting with her and letting the kids experience some of the things that Jared loved to do as a kid. They loved playing in the irrigation water and swinging on the playset with their cousins. 
It was hard to say goodbye. 
Lots of tears were shed. 
But the kids left her two little owls for her garden that Lydia picked out “to watch out for her”. 

Fresh picked raspberries

Sitting at Grossmutti’s counter eating raspberries they picked together. . . 

LT- Mom, what is in a raspberry?
S- Um. . . a raspberry.
LT- No, what is IN it? What’s it made up of?
S- Ummm. I don’t know. Water. Vitamins. Sugar.
LT- Hmmm. (as he twirls it around in his hand, inspecting it) What else?
S- I don’t know.
LT- Well how does it grow and turn into this raspberry?
S- I don’t know. You plant the seed and the water and sunlight help it grow.
LT- I know but HOW????
S- God. Magic? (These are acceptable answers, right?)

He was not satisfied with any of my answers and I did not know how to explain it to him. Am I supposed to explain photosynthesis to my three year old? And picking raspberries with Grossmutti was Lydia’s favorite thing to do while we were here.