A little bit of this and that

Spring Spectacular this year. The girls seriously were SO excited for it. Ashlyn ranked it in her top five most exciting things about the year. Games, prizes, food, sno cones, face painting, pony rides. All for a dollar a ticket.

Proof that Daddy got to come this year. Although he had to stand in line FOREVER for a stinking hamburger. 

But hey, it was the only shot I got of him before my camera battery died.

Brandon got sick. REALLY sick. Like Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease sick. It was sad. Had to pull Paul down from the stand at church during sacrament and everything so I could tell him I had to get out of there...FAST! Lasted for a good week or so, although the first 2-3 days were the worst. I swear it's like chicken pox, but not really as bad. At least the blisters didn't itch. He was a trooper.

 Outside waiting for Ashlyn one afternoon. Seriously gonna miss my carpool days with Brooke. Not only for the convenience but because we often chat for a few minutes and even make plans for later get togethers. I guess I'll just have to text her more. Brooke, tell Jason to up your texting plan.

This girl knows how to work the camera. That's for sure! She's a natural.

It was quite a windy day. 

The last day of 2nd Grade for Ashlyn.  Here she is with part of her class (a lot of students were absent the last day). 

Ashlyn and Mrs. Catterson. Ashlyn had a great teacher this year and really excelled and learned a lot. She also did really well at coming out of her shell a bit more. I was so grateful for a compassionate teacher who understood Ashlyn and didn't push her past her capacity. Really meant a lot to me. Mrs. Catterson's last words to me before we left for the day, "I love this girl". Then she hugged her. We all love Ashlyn. She is SUCH a sweetie! On to 3rd grade. Here's hoping for another good teacher.

And because I have no recent photos of Carter, you get lucky and get another video of him. He's growing and learning like CRAZY! I'm not sure I'm too happy about it. Today he started scooting and attempting to crawl. I put him in the middle of the rug of the playroom, only to find him a few minutes later over by the fireplace, which is a good 6 feet from where he was. Not only that, but he had started to open the door to the fireplace. Luckily I caught him before he pinched his fingers. Or worse, got inside of it. Yuck!