Memorial Day

I think everyone has a special someone on their minds for Memorial Day. People they want to remember and honor. Here are my family’s “guards.” About a week ago Preston and I were outside eating Popsicles, he asked me how my late husband Dana died. So, I told him. He asked me if I had a picture of him. I said there was a picture of him right next to his Mom In Heaven on the wall upstairs. He said “Oh yeah! They are our guards!” I asked him what he meant and he told me that he knew they watched out for us and so does Great Grandpa Jones. I asked him how he knew that. And he said Primary. I told him he was right. They are our Guardian Angels.

My Mothers Day Gift

Mothers day was great again this year. I asked for trees for the back yard. Here we are planting them the Monday before Mothers Day for family home evening. I asked Jon to stop being silly in the pictures and so he acted even sillier and Riley joined him. On Sunday I got breakfast in bed. As I was eating the kids brought in my wonderful home made gifts and gifts they made a school. Let’s just say my kid’s teachers rock! My kids are so sweet! We all ending up snuggling in bed together. I loved mothers day!

Pyper woke up!

I am not going to have time to do my hair before church! Pyper woke up and I hurried the kids together for a picture. I know you all might have thought you had the cutest kids in the world…. But now you know I do!

Sunday Photo shoot

I got this cute dress at a clothing exchange I went to last weekend. I put Pyper in it this morning for church today. She was so cute I decided to take some pictures. Riley was helping me out and I got some great ones of her too. I tried to get them in pictures together, but Pyper was ready for her nap and was not cooperating. I put Pyper down and then Preston came in. I got some of him and some of him and Riley. I was bummed I did not have one with them all together.

Preston, our base ball player

Preston plays base ball. It is about the cutest thing I have ever seen! When a boy hits a ball everyone in the outfield runs for it and tackles each other for the ball. Jon calls it tackle base ball.



Mam (my mom) and Aunt Sharon were up visiting Emily and her new baby Kesra so they were able to come see one of Preston’s games.