Breadsticks...Bonks...Bones

I have to backtrack a bit-sorry. We had a great memorial weekend, which we were able to fit in all sorts of fun events. Saturday morning we loaded up the car once again and Rylee, Boston, Grandma Jo, and I headed for St.George. We love it there for its change of scenery and of coarse-the sun (which was hiding while we were there). We drove into town and straight to Christensen's, our favorite clothing store there. For dinner we went to our usual spot-Pizza Factory. We love the breadsticks, or should I say the kids love them for entertainment purposes. The reason for the short trip is to welcome my darling (and I do mean darling) cousin home from a mission. We attended his ward on Sunday to hear him speak. He has grown up so much and we are so proud of him. Sunday we are back on the road for home. Nash had stayed behind with Dad to finish up some work. Travis had to teach YM that day and took Nash up to "Grandma on the Mountains" house to be watched. Little Nash decided to teach us a lesson for leaving him behind. He fell on the brick fireplace and got a big bonk on the head-he needed some stiches. Travis says it makes him tough (I am glad that it wasn't me there watching him get stitched up). Then monday we headed to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point. We say many "bones" as Bo would say. It rained all day, but we tried to make the best of it. It seemed like a whirlwind of a weekend, but a fun one!