Week in Idaho

We're trying to get back into a routine after being gone for a week. Sophie's been particularly moody, whiney, and sassy (yes, sassy. I have no idea what she says, but her tone of voice says it all.) the last couple of days. I hope it wears off soon.

Sophie loved the attention she got from everyone, the space she had to run around in, and of course, playing with Abby (the cat). Abby, who's usually a pretty social cat, spent the last part of the week either outside or hiding in some remote corner of the house for fear of getting hit by balls, having her tail pulled or her eyes poked out. She was pretty patient with the brave little girl who used to be hesitant around her.

Here are a few of my favorite pictures pulled from our camera. (Yes, it came out of my purse a couple of times.)

Psst, Dad. Pick me up before I make a scene.


Typical Devin face. (my brother)


I'm going to ask you nicely to give me the camera.


Fine, I'll use my mean face to intimidate you. (This never works, by the way.)


That's it. I'm just going to take it.

On Thursday my sister went through the temple for the first time. And for the first time, everyone in my immediate family (except spouses) was there together.

It was such an incredible feeling. Something that I'm sure my mom and dad had wished for all of their married lives -- to be surrounded in the temple by all of their children. Yes, we all cried. Even my sister, who's usually the dry-eyed one.

The wedding was Friday morning, which happened to be sunny and warm. Pretty lucky for an Idaho wedding. The sealer who performed the ceremony was the same man who married Steve and me. Yes, we all cried again.

The newly wedded ones. Hillie's colors were hot pink and black, which I thought turned out really cute. Adam's black shirt, pink tie, and silver vest, however, flashed me back to the 80s. He pulled it off nicely, though.


Did I mention it was sunny?


The whole family. (I'm still not sure if I can forgive my siblings for getting married within three months -- before and after-- the birth of my children. Talk about being lumpy... and no nice comment you make will convince me otherwise. It's not really fair. My sister-in-law had her baby three weeks ago and you can barely tell. Sigh. I'll quit ranting now.)


I didn't put her in her nice dress until right before the reception. We still had the luncheon to go to, and if you've seen the way she gets food all over, you wouldn't have dressed her up, either.


Here's little Carter dressed in his tux. I wish he was wearing his jacket in this picture. It has tails on it. Priceless.

The reception was at the same place as ours was held. Hillie even had stargazer lilies in her bouquet like I did. And she was wearing my veil. (aw.) It was sort of a deja vu-ish experience, only I wasn't tied to a wall greeting everyone while my stomach desperately ached for something more than a mozzarella stick.

I tried to pick out some photos that showed off my sister's hair, dress, and flowers up close. Oh, was Sophie in those pictures, too? I didn't notice. :)

Eh, not the best picture of the three of us, but it'll do. We all look like we could use a nap.


Here's the cake. If you can't tell, it has frosting swirlies all over. This isn't fondant, either. I love this cake.


Here's a good one to end on. She's such a cute little stinker.

Little Carter was blessed on Sunday. I don't have pictures of the after party. Probably because I was busy packing. Sniff. Thanks for a great week you guys!!

Side note: There are a few of you who might remember who Duane is. I hadn't seen him since before my mission. He's in my brother's ward. Small world.