Last weekend, my parents and youngest sister Sarah were here from Missouri for a few days.
(Sarah with Rachel, the sister closest to her in age.)
JB was camping for part of the time, so I turned cook and made dinner for the siblings who live in Utah to come on over and eat one of our old growing-up classics. Hamburger broccoli pie. Don't knock it til you try it.
Here, Max joins my brother Joe and his wife Susan in their funny-face picture tradition.
The next day, we went to see an annual air show at Hill Air Force Base.
We walked through several very large planes that my dad knows all about, including a C-17 cargo plane just like the one I flew to Haiti in four years ago with the Utah National Guard.
When we came down the stairs of one incredible jet, baby James had had enough of waiting with Grandma D.
We sat on a blanket among the crowd near the air field to watch the air show.
It was incredible. Truly incredible.
Next time we go, I am bringing more food, more water, more shade, more everything. We didn't see the Thunderbirds end the event, because my boys were hot, hungry, and had "crooked necks" from looking up. So we beat the crowds out of the base and went home to air conditioned-naps and the World Cup. Overall, a fun day!