It’s Thanksgiving break so let’s talk about Halloween!
We’ve had a busy fall. 🙂
Grand Mesa and the Colorado National Monument were not exciting enough for Levi because he didn’t see enough animals. Eye Roll. So we stopped in Provo on our way up to Salt Lake City to visit the Bean Life Science Museum at BYU which is stuffed with animals. (Pun Intended). He saw lions and tigers and bears and alligators and eagles and giraffes and…..you get the idea.
Day 2 of our trip to GJ this summer was Grand Mesa. I’ve been looking at it for years every time we go to GJ and finally we got to go!
As part of our summer travels we took my sister, Alli to Grand Junction, thus allowing her to check off a huge bucket list item. She has made it her sole purpose in life to get to every national park in existence, so the Colorado National Monument has been high on her list for a while. This summer we made it happen!
If you paint it pink, they will come.
Obviously, we didn’t paint the outside pink, but just painting the inside pink must have brought the little girls. Now they are always playing in it and in our yard and it makes me so happy to have our big yard and trampoline and playhouse used.
But most of all I’m glad she finally has friends in the neighborhood.
There is always some sign that little girls are playing in our yard. From plates full of rocks and grass arranged to look like food, to little creations like this one I found in the yard last week:
They even decorate the sprinkler boxes.
Liberty LOVES shopping, especially at the mall. When our Target got mannequins after a recent remodel, she ran up to them squealing with delight. She wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up and spends hours designing clothes and jewelry.
Eating Smores
Liberty made the sack bunnies for the table centerpiece.
We made bunny plates,
held a real bunny,
and picked up bunny tails with vaseline on our noses.
We even found Blue Bunny ice cream with chocolate bunnies!
Cleaning up the wrapping paper.
Rock and I got away for a few days up at the Tamarack Ski Resort a few weeks ago. We stayed at the beautiful lodge in an AirBnB with an awesome view of Lake Cascade and the mountains and trees. We relaxed by this gorgeous view for 4 days catching up on all the things we haven’t been able to do since summer started.
You would think that one call to 911 from someone at our house would be enough for a lifetime, let alone a year, but you would be wrong.
Last week Levi and Cade were in the process of setting up a lemonade stand. I thought they were both down at the end of the cul de sac when I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. I usually don’t answer those, but I felt like I should answer this one. It was a police officer telling me that my son Cade had just been in a bike accident. I was so confused! I couldn’t figure out how that could have happened at the end of the street without my knowing about it. She then informed me that he was near target and that he’d called 911. She was there with an ambulance AND a fire truck. I guess I’m a terrible parent because my first thought was “Why on earth didn’t he call ME!!! We can’t afford another 911 call!”
She then went on to explain that he’d been riding to Target (to get cups for his lemonade stand) when his bike tire came off and he flew off his bike onto his chin.
He tried getting up and walking to his piano teacher’s house who lives nearby, but he was bleeding so badly and had had the wind knocked out of him and so he stayed put and used the only resource he had-his old iphone 4 that has no data or ability to call anyone EXCEPT 911. So he couldn’t call me and didn’t know if he should get up and move or not, so he called 911. Not a terrible choice, considering the circumstances.
Rock went to pick him up and take him to the urgent care after the paramedics determined that his thumb might be broken and his chin would need stitches. And it was a doosy of a gash. Levi had 17 stitches in his forehead after running into a corner in the kitchen, but this was a much uglier wound. They only gave him 7 stitches, however, and decided after X-rays that his thumb was just sprained.
All in all, he was pretty lucky. No broken bones and he will now have a scar on his chin just like everyone else in the world. Based on what I’m seeing it will be a pretty gnarly scar, which boys find cool and mothers do not. But I’m grateful he’s ok. He’s up at scout camp this week and Rock and I had to interrupt our getaway at Tamarack to take him to the doctor in McCall to have his stitches removed. Kind of annoying, but, actually rather convenient that we were up there so close to him already. And I got to take a picture of both my boys up at scout camp together.
Short n Sweet 