summer 2018

August 29, 2018

Today was a day where I said a few words under my breath that would've gotten me grounded growing up. I think I had five cans of Diet Coke. Charlie tripped and fell and had his first swollen lip. And finally, while at a splash pad, I unknowingly stood over a water spout and was shocked when water shot up my dress, and as Mandie put it, experienced my first real enema. It was a lot to take in. Literally.

ANYWAY, I'm binge watching Botched (who gets a nose job in a strip mall!?), waiting for Max to finish his rounds at Huntsman (he loves it), and decided I'd get on to write an end of summer post (even though it's still August). So here we are. Here we go. Summer 2018.

Upstate NY:


After a few days in NYC, we went upstate. This was taken on a rainy Sunday in Pennsylvania at the Priesthood Restoration site. While the rest of my family were walking around with our cute sister missionary tour guide, Charlie and I wandered outside. It was both a beautiful and spiritual experience.


Sacred Grove.


Niagra Falls. I lovvvved upstate NY almost as much as the city. It almost makes me wish we lived back east. Maybe during residency? Eh?

Friends Birthday Weekend:


With a few exceptions, this is the last summer a group of our friends are going to be in our twenties. How. Why. When. Did. This. Happen. Age is just a number, I know, I know. But it's insane to think we're all at this stage in life sometimes, or at least when we're together. When we're busy in our own day-to-day lives, our ages make sense. But when we get together we're forever 21.


Please note that Charlie and Willow are only TWO months apart. If I wasn't opposed to Charlie playing football, he'd make a great tight end.


So the "muddy buddies" got together to spend a weekend in St. George which included pedicures and karaoke, bean boozled, too much Fortnite, muddy buddies (of course), and Taco Bell. Unfortunately we never got around to our much anticipated discussion on Brigham Young and polygamy, but maybe next time.

Everything else:



Lots of library trips (visiting Max while he studied for boards), birthdays, splash pads, weekend getaways, concerts, carnivals, fireworks, late nights and early mornings.

Turning 29 was as stressful as turning 26, so I had the following musts on my birthday list: eat muddy buddies, watch Meet Joe Black, go to Ruth's Diner, and skinny dip. Check, check, check, check.
Heaston's only mission was to touch Jared Leto, but it was Jared Leto who ended up touching Heaston.
Lots of JW trips, as always.
I've finally accepted the fact that I will never have a clean house for another 18 years, at least with this little boy around.
And that's a wrap. I can't hardly believe fall is around the corner, but I'd say we're ready for it. 

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