correction

let me just state for the record...that is not actually a picture of ME doing a headstand, just a picture of what i can do. clear? i just assumed it would be blatantly obvious that wasn't me in the picture...obviously i don't wear fuschia to yoga. duh.




here are a few updates.


we had the most funnest of weekends. we went to the drive-in movie friday night. kung fu panda was quite a hit with afton and myself. ella fell asleep before it even got good. poor ryan was stuck in the lawn chair out in the rocks by himself, and i was snuggled up in the back of the rodeo with the girls. we especially liked the word "skidoosh".



yesterday we finished our patio!!!!! well, mostly. then we went to the mall for lunch at our favorite, jack astor's. then we spent the next 4 hours, that's right-4 hours, shopping for summer clothes. it's actually time to put away the fleece here in buffalo. we found some good stuff and i even got a fancy dress for our date to Wicked this coming weekend.






last night aftie and i played tennis in the driveway for an hour or so. she is getting good. wowee wow wow! we had some great volleys going and got some exercise chasing balls across the yard.


it was really fun to be able to share a love of mine with afton.





today was church. we got a new bishop. then we had a little nap and made dinner. our friends came over to eat with us and stayed to chat in the nice cool air outside. we had a great time.





if you are looking for a good read, afton suggests "Who stole the animal poop?" by Buck Wilder. it's currently her favorite and she really enjoys the title, especially the word POOP. pretend you are 7 again, and then you'll remember why it's probably such a great book. (that helped me)



and the thrill of my life...it's the last week of school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
we are all so sick of school and waking up early and doing homework and being responsible for our lunch money and remembering if it's gym day, etc, etc. did i say, WE? cause i mostly meant, ME.