Good Friends

(Since Dave and I like to use the blog platform to decry the ways we are getting old,) I can't believe that I am old enough to have had these two friends for 20 years. I thought of Marci and Suzi when all the neighborhood girls put on a fabulous dance show for us. I wanted to call you all up so we could resume rehearsals for Sleeping Sorrow in my basement (the full-length ballet we choreographed when we were 10). If only our lead ballerina hadn't moved so far away.

Whenever I See Your Smiling Face...

Every time James Taylor comes to Salt Lake Dave and Bruce get to go. This year it was Viv's and my turn. But we are such good wives we let them come along. The best part was watching our men's faces as they lived their dreams vicariously through James Taylor.

Moose Fears Founded

Dave mocks my fear of moose, but look what Isaac charged after last weekend. Luckily, Uncle Jake was there to protect and the moose didn't charge back. We have been watching moose attack videos on YouTube to instill a healthy fear of antlered animals.

He's a Little Bit Redneck, She's a Little Bit Granola

Wasatch County appeals to two types of people--rednecks and granolas. Dave and I haven't quite decided which camp we're in yet so Saturday we conducted a side by side comparison to see which culture suits us better.

Case Study #1: Hiking to Nobletts Spring

Heather enjoyed the "views of beaver ponds and moss covered rocks." Isaac did not enjoy posing for a granola family picture.

Eli totally dug snuggling up to Sherpa Cheryl.Dave did not dig mosquito bites on his left elbow and stinging nettle on his right.

Case Study #2: The Demolition Derby

Isaac's first sentence was "Race car jump! Race car crash!" So you know this was up his alley.

(Sorry, no pics. The video is on my phone, but I haven't figured out how to get it off.)

Dave and Drew could whoop, holler, and boo with the best of them.

Heather couldn't keep Eli asleep with all the whooping and hollering on top of the revving and crashing.

The Results:
Heather votes granola. Dave goes redneck. Our kids will just have to be multi-cultured.

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Draper Days 2008

Although we've come to call Heber home, we still return every year on the weekend before Pioneer Day to celebrate Draper Days. But this year...it didn't exactly come off without a hitch. (Dave hates it when I use the double negative, but what else does one say?)

As previously foretold, Dave ran the Draper Days 5k Fun Run/Walk, coming in a respectable 23 minutes, and beating the 11 year old in the green jersey who usually gives him a run for his money. But it wasn't good enough to best Josh, nor was it good enough to impress certain parade flyer-hander-outers.Notice the headline on the postcard. But he did get this sweet shirt out of it.

Thanks to Uncle Trevor, we watched the Draper Tank roll down Fort Street from the shady side of the street. The kids (including and especially Dave) hauled in the usual grocery bags of taffy. Not everyone was into the community spirit, however. Our parade watching neighbors got into a little candy spat. Luckily the entire Draper Police force was on hand to keep the peace (minus the tank that is, but I'm sure it was on its way).

So, Happy Draper Days to all, and to all a good night.

Over-Correcting

So I will often look at our blog sometimes when I'm bored at work (I don't think anyone at work reads this besides Dale, and he can keep secrets) and I wonder why Heather hasn't posted any of the fun and exciting things we do. So I have taken it upon myself to update you all to the fun and exciting things going on in our lives.

Heather is always scared she will die by hitting a moose going down either Provo Canyon or Parley's. Which made me think of dodging deer on highway and the fear I have that she won't hit the deer or moose, but will over-correct and roll the van. Which leads me to my next thought (by the way, I hope you are reading this while you are either bored or procrastinating something because there is no reason for the post, except for the sake of posting) about Isaac. He has been having trouble getting the #2 to flow lately so Heather asked me to pick up some prune juice on the way home from work. While I was at work I started to wonder if it may be a little too much on his little digestive system. Sure enough, when I got home Heather let me know we had over-corrected. Heather is looking over my shoulder while I type this and is letting me know how lame I am, but alas, I digress.

So anyway, that made me think of that old lady at Crosslands who always ordered prune juice. Her name was Connie something? (help me out Chuck, Michelle, or Karen). Well, that is the end of my train of thought. Hope it was worth reading and you aren't thinking you justed wasted five minutes of your life that you can never have back again!! Isaac after a swig of prune juice.