Monday, December 30, 2013

Thanksgiving

We started our trip up to Utah on the Saturday before Thanksgiving.  We stayed in Mesquite overnight, then made it up to Orem on Sunday in time for our nephew Lincoln's birthday party.  Happy 1st, Linky!
  

  
On Monday, we got to relax, play in the snow, and hang out at my mom's house.  We also went and bought some much-needed snow gear for the kids!
   
Notice the size 4T coat, one adult glove, and wet jeans . .


  
Ryan had a meeting in Salt Lake on Tuesday morning, so we all had to be packed and ready pretty early.  Unfortunately, we got caught in this.  Somebody had flipped their car and crossed the freeway median.  It shut down I-15 for quite awhile.  We talked to the kids about the importance of wearing your seatbelt, etc., but it turns out the lady involved miraculously survived.

  
While Ryan was busy, I did the ZCMI candy windows and Temple Square with the kids. 
 

  
That afternoon, on our way to a kitchen store (see previous post,) we saw a tank parked on State Street.  Evan had been obsessed with tanks ever since talking to a retired Army soldier on Veteran's day.  So, of course, we stopped and climbed all over it.
  
"A tank is a big truck with a gun on it!"

The National Guard guy said it was technically a Howitzer.

  
I think this was our third Thanksgiving at Brighton Lodge.  It works pretty well for us, because one of us can ski or snowboard while the other watches the kids.  This was Connor's third time in ski lessons, and Elise's first!  I was prepared for her to be scared and hesitant, but she jumped right in!  She was going down with no tip clips on her second run, and when I picked her up from class, she said, "Mom.  Skiing . . .is . . .AWESOME!"  She went out a second time with Daddy while the rest of us hung out in the lodge, doing school and watching movies.  I forgot to get pictures of her or anybody else skiing.  Bad mama!
    


Wiley stayed at Grandma's house while we skied.  He gets spoiled.
   
Thanksgiving Day was, of course, wonderful.  It's never quite the same when we do it somewhere else.  After we all feasted we went outside, and Grandpa took the kids on a crazy rhino ride!  He was only going like five miles an hour, but they were screaming as if they were going to die.  Happy screams, of course.






   
On Black Friday, we took the rhino out again, in shifts, but left the yard this time.  My mom, Elise, Evan, and I did a tour of the town, then went up into the canyon on the fire road.  It was so beautiful.  I miss seasons, even though we were freezing out there!  Ryan and Connor did their own father/son trip after we got back.
 

 
Our visit seemed a bit short, but it was tons of fun.  (I think I gained five pounds in six days.)  We came back home on Saturday, getting in around 1am.  (When we discovered a raccoon in our tree, but that's another story. . .)
 
Eating Whipped Cream

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