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Sunday Confessions (20/60)

What happens when you yell, "Group Shot!" and don't wait for the group to gather before snapping a picture



Six Confessions for this Sunday:

  1.  I listen better when I'm doing something else (like making lists of what I am going to do this week . . . mostly how I am going to be a better person, but sometimes, it's just a grocery list, or things I gotta do lists . . . ) during Church.
  2. I ate way too much ice cream and cake today (three servings of each) . . . my stretchy pants are so coming out this week (lucky I wore them to dinner tonight . . . I'm so on top of things!)
  3. I am not a good mama this week.  I have been grumpy and when they want to snuggle and talk, I have given them fast hugs and abruptly told them to please please leave me alone for five minutes . . . I want a redo.  This week . . . it's all about the kids.
  4. I don't want my kids to grow up and leave for many reasons, but this week. . . mostly because now it means I have to do all the housework  and yard work . . ..  It takes forever to clean without them!  And my yard is a mess . . . Ug.  Come back darling little slaves . . . 
  5. I really love my childhood family but I hate how far away we all live.  It makes me very cranky and yearn with a lump in my throat for them.  I think I'm grown up, but somedays, like today, I just miss my home . . . where all my siblings and parents all gather together.
  6. I am really really really grateful to my son and darling daughter-in-law for inviting us to dinner in SLC so that all I had to do was bring a salad and some paper plates. Honestly, best Sunday gift EVER!  (And the walk after . . . gorgeous . . . and wild.  Those rent a scooters . . . Here, take a look) 



Our dinner . . . outside with the family


The family eating . . .

our walk . . . 

could they be cuter?  NO. Pips, Cousin Af, and Phoe


I love SLC 





The escape, the chase, the almost capture

Finn trying to get the scooter back from Phoe . .. and a homeless shelter (handmade)

The sunset . . . the SUNSET!

Phoe and Af

The pre . . . for the group photo




The Final Shot . . . What a night!



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