This Week...
...we took a family walk for Family Home Evening. There's nothing like being out with the family.
...we had dinner at Grandma Erickson's for Mother's Day. We saw her impressive hibiscus. It brought Studio C to our minds..."Bisque!"
Emma made me this wonderful bouquet in honor of Mother's Day. Now I can't say that I never get flowers.
...I caught a rare, quiet Ben moment. He picked up my Mary Engelbreit fairy tale book and started reading.
...Claire sent me some motivation. This is by far my favorite note from one of my children. If she believes in me, I can do anything.
...we had s'mores at Ryan and Amie's. This was so fun! There was quite a bit of wind, but it was so fun to sit with friends and visit. Greg and Shelly Olson came too.
...we went to the river with our cousins. We planned on a walk, but the kids were too interested in the toys and the ducks.
Then we finished the day off with a girls play date. After the park, Cousin Jenna stayed with us and we picked up Emma's friend, Zoey Orton. We picked up Lainey's friend Mallory Hull and asked our neighbor Danica Schabb if she wanted to stay and play when her dad came by. Girl party!
...Emma finished her Betsy Ross pop bottle doll. She did such a good job figuring everything out and getting the details just right.
...Emma completed her school unit on the Iditarod. They had to pick a musher, do a report, and make a poster.
...Lainey and I went to her Kindergarten information night. She's so excited! We saw quite a few kids that we recognized. We got a picture by the Mustang with our neighbor Eva.
Once we got home, she pulled everything out. The older kids were excited to help her with everything. Benjamin tried to quiz her on all the new sight words. Only, there were a lot she didn't know.
She was ready to get at it!
...we watched a great video for Family Home Evening. This really touched us as we thought of serving others even when it isn't always convenient.
...Lainey's view as we were getting ready for bed.
...Lainey was just relaxing, watching T.V.























































