This past Sunday was Stake Conference for us.
Since, I've been to the past three Stake Conferences by myself, I was dreading this fourth attempt(Matt was fast asleep in preparation for his 7pm - 7am shift).
At the last Stake Conference, we ending up sitting directly behind the old Stake President and his wife. Corr kept "accidentally" brushing and poking his buttoosca and was being super loud with his Hot Wheels.
The S.P. just sat there and didn't even turn around once.
I was mortified.
There was no way I was going through that again. Technically, I was supposed to go to my building for the broadcast but instead I headed over to the Stake Center so I could sit with our buds the Jumps.
The Glassmans had to sit behind us, but were still lucky enough to have M & M's delivered to them by Corr (even Whit got some out in the hallway)!
We kept Remi busy by writing notes (mostly teasing her about a certain 5 year old boy) back and forth and having her practice some math problems.
Corr was seriously parched and made several trips to the drinking fountain.
All by himself.
With his arms folded.
Sometimes sprinting, sometimes skipping.
At least his arms were folded.
Most of the time.
After, Chef Dave and Assistant Stephanie made us a wonderful lunch and then we piled into the Jump-mobile to go on an awesome walk...
At the beginning.
There were leaves EVERYWHERE! It was really cool.
Next year I want to go earlier before they all fall off of the trees.
Corr is the worst hiker ever.
He kept complaining about "sock wedgies", whatever that means.
He kept complaining about "sock wedgies", whatever that means.
He removed and put his socks back on three times.
Going over the bridge.
Corr desperately trying to catch up!
We were excited to find a GRAVEYARD.
Too bad the sign said they were empty.
It was weird that they put a stone where the feet were, like it was SO necessary to know their height.
I kept trying to get Remi to go lay on one but she was convinced there were zombies in them.
Corr's walking stick that did NO GOOD because he kept wanting to be held.
Remi's victory dance.
We had to pass this angry troll to get over the bridge.
Fortunately we were not eaten by said grumpy troll and made it safely across.
We did come across a few wild animals....
A picture of me you say?!
A MIRACLE!
There were two bald eagles parked on a tree that we were all looking at.
Pretty awesome.
I wanted to bust out the National Anthem.
Looking over the Olentangy River.
The bald eagles were way out in that tree.
Throwing leaves.
Remi's spin throw.
You would have thought we asked him to run a marathon the way he was acting...
Mr. Bigz may not have gotten stolen by the bald eagles, but he did however get stolen by a different pair of monsters.
Remi told us she was "saving her spit" for this bridge so she could watch it go all the way down.
Soooooo lady like.
After, we headed back for some apple crisp (thank you me) and some ice cream.
We stayed and partied a bit longer (let's just say Corr ended up in his undies) and then headed home for BED!
It would have been PERFECT if Dad would have been with us.
P.S. CATHERINE:
I'm so glad you're coming out to stay with us December, especially since we just found out Matt is working Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
BE PREPARED TO PARTY.
3 comments:
Nate is Christmas Eve and day also, I feel your pain, and your walk was beautiful!!!
You got some good pics! Nice! :) And, the first time we crossed the bridge I told Remi to spit and watch it fall but she said she didn't know how. What?! So I had to teach her. She tried but didn't have much spit to work with so her saving-up idea was a good one. Haha! Thanks for going with us, even though it was a little far, we had fun...it was a good day all around. :)
Gorgeous!!!! And I would give my right arm (and leg) and quite possibly my first, second and third born children to hear you sing the National Anthem. :)
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