Sold!

In September we sold our 5th wheel trailer, our red truck, and our PT Cruiser. We put the trailer up for sale and about 7 hours later it was sold! Rob and I drove it to Delta, Utah for the couple that bought it. Their family will be living in it for about 6 months while they build their house. We had some fun camping trips in it and then actually made some money on the trailer in the sell. Not too bad, eh? We parked the truck out on Canyon Road in Spanish Fork near what we call the "electric temple" (a power station made of metal bars that resembles the Salt Lake Temple). We parked it there at 9am and at 2:30pm I recieved a call from a ward member letting me know that both driver side windows had been shattered. What!? In broad daylight!? Yes, indeed. I drove to the truck to find the stereo had been stolen from it and a custom made BYU hitch cover. We reported it to the authorities and even the police officer was surprised. He said, "We see theft, but we don't see shattered windows." It made me sick to my stomach to think that blocks away from our home, on a busy street where children walk home from school, our truck was broken into by force. Sickening I tell you. Just Sickening. After getting it fixed through our insurance we sold it to a nice man.
Last but not least, we traded in our PT Cruiser. I was glad to see this car go. The uncomfortable, small seats have been causing Rob's leg serious pain. I was pleased with Rob for making the hard decision to buy this "girly" car and drive it for so long. He bore wise cracks from family and co-workers alike. My big, manly man would sit in the uncomfortable driver seat for hours, driving from place to place to save our family money. I love him for it. Now, honey, go get yourself a car that says, "I'm a strong, brave man." Oh wait, you already did.

Camping at Tinney's Flat

We went camping up Santaquin Canyon on Father's Day weekend. We brought our 5th wheel trailer so that I wouldn't be scared of any wandering bears in the area. Rob keeps reminding me that we have a trailer because I refuse to camp in a tent. I must admit, He is right....but only this once. Okay, okay, he is right A LOT! I love Santaquin Canyon. It holds wonderful memories of when Rob and I were dating. Rob proposed to me on the bridge at upper trumbolt for the first time...but not the last. Thanks for your patience, Rob!

Bastian sticking to a tree with his marshmallow hands and face.

Abby and Shelby in a trance.

Weston is not pictured but got his marshmallow roasting privileges revoked for wielding the poker too close to human flesh.

Grandpa and Bastian

Rachel and Rob...is that an angel or a devil on his shoulder?

Grandma with Bastian and Penny

Mom and Abby

Hayden and Dad

Hayden set up his very own shooting range. He got his bb gun for his birthday. He has become a great shot in a very short period of time.

Abby and Weston

Grandpa was a professional tin foil dinner chef. He would have us quiet down so he could hear if the ingredients inside were sizzling. He knew right when they were done because they tasted delicious.

Uncle Joe and Abby

Aunt Tricia and Dad

Uncle Nate and Aunt Jessica

Aunt Kathryn and Grandma LeBaron

Zions National Park

We just returned from an adventurous spring break at Zion National Park. We took our trailer out for the first time ever. That in itself was a brave move because we still didn't know how everything worked in our trailer. As a result we weren't able to shower while we were gone...a luxury I have been taking for granted. We stayed at Zion Ponderosa Ranch just outside the park. It was beautiful. The pool was just around the corner from us and while it looked very inviting, the water was FREEZING! We could only stand to dip our feet in for a few seconds. Rob made a couple of what he thought were "safe bets." He told Hayden that if he jumped in the deep end (6 1/2 feet deep) and touched the bottom he would give him $10. He made a few similar dares and we left the pool with $17 out of our pockets--Hayden taking $12 and Abby taking $5. They were thrilled! We ended up coming home a day early because Abby and I weren't feeling well. As soon as we got home I called the doctor's office and got us appointments and sure enough we both tested positive for strep throat. After taking ibuprofen, our antibiotics and showering we were in our beds. I love modern medicine, showers, and comfy beds. Even when you're sick, life can be wonderful.

We hiked 2.6 miles to the three Emerald Pools. I carried Weston most of the way...mostly because we were terrified that he would run off a cliff. That boy has the most energy I have ever seen. It seems like he runs everywhere he goes. It makes me tired just watching him. Recently I had to have a Code Adam done at Wal-Mart because he ran so far, so fast that we were at separate ends of the huge, long aisle. He was racing me to the end of the next aisle, then the next, and the next. At the next aisle, he was gone. I ran down the long aisle and back the other way. He was nowhere to be found. I ran to the front by the door and asked the cashier to do a code Adam. She said, "You'll have to go to the customer service desk and ask them to do one. I said, "You don't understand. He is two and he will run right out of the store!" She showed me a cashier nearby that had a phone. I immediately went to her and had her do the code Adam. She described what he was wearing and in a couple of minutes I saw a woman emerge from the cereal aisle carrying Weston. He was holding a box of cereal and said upon seeing me, "Mom, I want this." No fear, no remorse...nothing. I really have to keep all my eyes on this one...especially the ones in the back of my head.