In case you didn't see this on Sarah's blog...I am reposting Part 3 of their visit to our Montana home...
Sarah's rendition of the "Leprechan Patch":
Growing up with my dad, nothing was ever what it really was.
Sawdust was gold. Pipe scraps were rings. Waves on the beach were "bones crushers". Or whatever would come to his mind in the moment. I can't tell how many of our dinners were some sort of "guts".
Do you believe in Leprechauns?
I'm pretty sure that my kids do now.
Upon discovering a nice, thick patch of clover, my dad hid a box in it. Saturday morning, he casually took my kids out to see the "Leprechaun patch".
But wait, what is that? Do you see that?
It's a... It's a... box!!
Whoops, the bottom fell out of because of the rain.
But wait... what is that in the clover??
They're the Leprechaun's treasure keys!
Quick, hide them before the Leprechaun's come back and find their keys are gone!
And so for the rest of the day, my kids played and fought and hid and stole the keys from each other.
And Claira just laughed at them all.
Where did he get all these keys, you ask? Let's just say my dad has a tendency to collect odd things.
And now, I have keys scattered all over my house. I find them everywhere in everything.
I think that was secretly my dad's evil plan.
As was putting my hubby to work. But that's okay, hubby liked it, I know he did.
*sigh* He's just so sexy with a tool in his hand.
Later that evening, the big boys went out to play. Seriously, boys and their toys, what can you do.
Alayna wasn't quite sure what to make of all the racket though.
But she did rather enjoy the ear plugs.
I too, took a turn. Five wasted bullets later, I handed the gun back, not having hit a single target.
Wow, it was bad.
I'm almost embarrassed.
After church the next day, we loaded up and headed back home.
We had such fun on our little family vacation, and my parents were so great to play with us and keep us entertained. I'm so very glad we were able to go!
Even if my house is now infested with Leprechaun treasure keys.
Wait.... does this mean I can blame all the messes on the Leprechauns? After all, they're just trying to find their keys!
Right?
The End
Then our vacation started. The Temple was our first stop...
Then we stayed a few days with Heather and Chris Zabriskie. There was a pool Sam couldn't wait to get into...
Next a few days at Great Granny's and her pool!
We wore them out pretty good.
And last but not least... Rachel got her very own sparkly red shoes... Thanks Aunt Becka!
This is me, imitating Annie as she walks and pushes the stroller! Oh, and this was taken yesterday at the zoo with Sarah's kids.
As you can see, Annie looks soo much better pregnant than I do! That is Annie at 29 weeks, so the picture is two weeks old by now. We normally take a picure every 4 weeks but since her 28th week was the 4th of July weekend, we just didn't get around to it with everyone visiting. I could have waited until next week when we take the picture, but then I would have forgotten to say anything at all!
