SIX!

Nana now has SIX beautiful grandkids. What a blessing!

Cousins

Oldest granddaughter, Julie, holding youngest grandson, Amulek.


Second graddaughter, Ally, and Amulek.


Tyler finally has a boy cousin on the paternal side!

Sydney isn't too sure about him. She's not a big fan of babies!


Aubrey thinks he's the cutest.

Baby Has a Name

Saints in Mexico love Book of Mormon names. So told us our stake patriarch who was a mission president in Mexico.

Lamoni is no exception. He LOVES his name and took naming their new son very seriously.

Adorable Baby Boy was nameless for ten days.


Last Sunday he was given a name and a blessing.


Meet AMULEK (DAD'S LAST NAME) (MOM'S LAST NAME.) (That's how they do it in Mexico.) In the USA he'll just be Amulek (Dad's last name.)

If you want to know what a cool guy AMULEK was, read Alma in the Book of Mormon from about chapter 10 on...


We still think he's just adorable.

Adorable Baby Boy

I am a grandma again! June 22, 6 lbs. 5oz., 18 inches long. Proud parents: Amy & Lamoni.
He doesn't have a NAME yet. We just call him ADORABLE!

He is tiny. Look at those stick legs coming out of his gansta pants.


Mom couldn't be happier.
Dad couldn't be prouder.

We couldn't be more in love.

Bookmarks

What do I do when I should be cleaning house or paying bills?


Make teacher appreciation gifts, of course!

Some catching up to do...

See some cute kids here:

Posers

These Boots

I hate these boots.

They are big and clunky, dirty and greasy. They track up my floors and carpets. They have really LOOONG laces. The vacuum cleaner eats those laces. Sometimes I trip over these boots in the office. I often find them where they don't belong. They seem to multiply. They are all over the house. They are all over the garage. They are all over the truck. These boots annoy me. They irritate me. They make me cranky.

But...also...

I love these boots. These are the boots that go into live manholes to support Maddie and me. These are the boots that jump waaaay down into dirty trenches. These are the boots that labor in the hot sun for me. These boots walk through mud and muck to make repairs on broken water lines. These boots drag along horizontally through claustrophobic conduits. These boots drive long, long miles and long, long hours to and from the jobs that keep us afloat. These boots protect the feet of the sweetest man I know. These boots represent hard work, sweat, and responsibility. These boots annoy me...but sometimes...when I look at them--I get a lump in my throat and my eyes feel a little wet.

I love these boots.