Spring has brought me such a nice suprise!!!

Welcome to crazy Idaho weather. This was Wednesday morning, April 15. Just three days earlier was Easter and it was gorgeous. You can just tell how disappointed Kenadee and Halle were to have to wake up to this.

But, it didn't stay like this for long. (It was actually all melted off by that night).

On Friday we went to my brother Brian's track meet in Buhl. It was pretty awesome to see him run in such a big meet. His relay teams got first and second, and he was second in the open 800. Way to go Brian, we're proud of you!!!

Brian's Fan Club

Kenadee, Alyvia, Halle, Carson

I wanted to get a picture of him, but he was way too fast, and wasn't going to slow down for a dumb photo oppurtunity.

Friday and Saturday we also had some friends visit from out of town. Chris and Fay Foster live in Idaho Falls, but they just recently had their first baby, Benjamin Robert, and he is struggling with some serious complications. For the last few weeks they've been staying at the Ronald McDonald House in Boise, and they needed a little break. Curt and I were so happy to see them and feel their great strength. I know this isn't what they had in mind as they begin their family, but their son is so lucky to have them as parents. When Chris first called us to let us know that their baby had been born, and then informed us of all of the challenges involved, it really helped me put things in perspective. It was a Sunday morning, and we all know how fun those can be. I was already frazzled and a little less than grateful for my kids. After his phone call I just had to stop and look at my babies. I am so thankful for my family and for all that we have been blessed with. I'm thankful for our knowledge of the gospel, and I'm thankful for the Fosters and their wonderful examples of faith and humility and optimism and strength and love.

Sunday we took a walk at the cemetery and fed the ducks.

Carson

Monday night I took the kids out to Merl and Kathlyn's and we roasted marshmallows. I thought we'd be all fancy and cook our pink strawberry marshmallows, but we found that when they get charred and covered in ashes they taste just the same as the white ones.

Halle, Kenadee, Hannah