The Good Life...

Easton and Paisley LOVE Utah...

to them there is no better place to live or be then at Grandma and Grandpas

on good ole Antelope Dr in Layton. Maybe this is why...

Bees Baseball Games with Grandpa

and allllll the junk hes a sucker to buy

ie: peanuts, ice cream in lil baseball hats,

popcorn, cotton candy, and soda

(mom and dad are just not that cool so nope doesn't happen in Richmond Hill)

Going to Spencer's new house and playing on giant dirt hills

(we don't have any hills on Robinson Loop, no Spencer, and definitely not that view)

Playing outside minus your shirt with a dirty face
(doesn't happen in Richmond Hill on Robinson Loop)

Roasting Hot dogs outside on the fire pit for dinner promptly

followed with marsh mellows for smores...again shirtless

(never has nor will ever happen in Richmond Hill on Robinson Loop)

Having mom teach everyone the perfect way to torch a marsh mellow...

YUMMY! I LOVE them burnt like this
(sometimes we do this in the fireplace on Robinson Loop
but according to them not as cool as in Grandpas fire pit)

Doing acrobats shirtless for an audience of Grandparents

and an Uncle with no shirt on and your bum crack peeking out
(yup never happens on Robinson Loop)
BUT
Lets not forget the number one reasons they love Utah...

Grandma and Grandpa
Uncle John

&

Bailey the dog

Thanks for a great visit...we had fun...

so much fun you get us for a whole year come October!

Hookers...

My 5 year old is an "expert on hookers!"

Yes, you read that right and it came straight from his mouth. Before you judge me read and you'll understand why.
As soon as we arrived in Utah Easton started asking for Grandpa to come home from work because he was bringing him home a "hooker" Goodness kids grow up so fast right? Well the "hooker" was taken care of and I thought nothing else about it because the "hooker" was no longer discussed for a few days. A few days later a very upset, disappointed, and frustrated Easton came in explaining Grandpa gave him a "bad hooker" and he needed a new one, because the other "hooker" didn't work when he backed up. Grandma explained he would have to wait until Grandpa got home from work. Not even 5 minutes later a very excited and proud Easton came and informed me he was an "expert on hookers" because he was able to fix that "bad hooker" on his own.
Curiosity killed the cat and I walked outside armed with my camera to see what a "hooker" was and this is what I found...

Hooker: an object, preferably a very thick piece of wire Grandpa bends so a 5 year old and his uncle can hook a wagon to a car and pull things.

(PHEW! Thankfully that's all it was)

Thanks dad for teaching Easton about "hookers" one less conversation for Ben and I to tackle.