Freestone had a date to the BW Choreographic Festival. He’s such a good kid, it doesn’t seem like a big deal when he asks us to drive him to North Ogden to hang out with a girl or get him some $50 tickets to the ballet. (That he paid for.)
Tziporah was my music store model, showing my Instagram followers how kids want to look at screens all summer when they should really be taking ukulele classes. She is so darn adorable! Kindergarten is officially my favorite age. I just try to soak it all in. I love having her around! She's so cut I can hardly stand it. I just listen to her little voice and try to remember every detail.
6th grade Lagoon Day. Xanthe is so responsible, I forget to parent her sometimes. She is turning out to be such a wonderful teen. She loved 6th grade Lagoon Day. She even went back later that night with Izzy.
This happens in our kitchen at night. Weird craziness. Freestone demonstrating a distorted version of Czardas, one of his recital pieces.
Acro yoga with Don Carlos
Abby’s farewell! Ruby gave her this journal, made by Lexie, for her mission. I wish Ruby could have been here for the farewell.
Abby is going to Argentina, so she and Ruby will be able to speak Spanish together. Abby gave a brilliant talk. She is an incredible person, and we’re lucky to have her in our lives.
Emily Major got her call the next day. Melbourne, Australia!
Golda, Abby, Kara Frazier, Olivia Perry, Emily Major and Melanie Cottle
After Abby's farewell, I ran to our church to play in Relief Society. Funny story: Ruby's mission posted a video this week of some of the Spanish-speaking sisters singing I Know That My Redeemer Lives. It made me miss Ruby! On Saturday, a woman came into the store looking for some music she could give her grandson for his mission. She sat down at the piano and started playing, and it was I Know the My Redeemer Lives. It reminded me of Ruby, and tears were just springing out of my eyeI had to pull myself together befoer she saw me. I thought of it as a little message just for me that God knew I was missing Ruby. Sunday morning, I got a text saying, "Thanks for ding this." Uh oh! I had forgotten that I had told the teacher I would play...I Know that My Redeemer Lives! Ha ha. All week, God was hitting me over the head trying to remind me that I was supposed to play in church, and I was oblivious Ha ha. The whole RS got a kick out of it when I told them the story.
After church, we celebrated Abe’s birthday and Bill’s 56th anniversary of practicing law. He is a warrior. My dad does everything with absolute integrity. I'm proud of him.
Coco knows how to relate to Araceli.
Love these two!
Happy 9th birthday, Abe! We're so lucky to have Abe as a good friend to Ptolemy.
Iver is quite possibly the happiest, sweetest baby ever.
Sunday night, Scott and I escaped to The Ranch. It’s heavenly to be able to get some mental space. When we got in the car, Scott said, “OK. What do you want to talk about? What DON’T you want to talk about?” It’s hard to get a chance to talk at home. We’re both busy running businesses, and there is ALWAYS a kid or ten around. 6 am, 11 pm, always. We got up to the Ranch so early, around 5, that we were restless by 8:30 and drove into town for a burger at Wasatch Brew Pub on Main Street. We are pitiful at relaxing. Or maybe just so good at it, that we do it quickly and move on to the next thing, which, if that means a great burger, how can we lose?
Monday, Tziporah passed her kindergarten end of level testing. I’m assuming.
Freestone’s art assignment was to paint a rock to represent himself. Yep, it's the end of the school year. We're all just hanging on by a thread. Actually, I haven't really noticed the end-of-year vibes. I guess I just have my head down trying to get endless lists of things done while looking around once in awhile to take in the beautiful life I have been given.
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