Welcome Home!

About a week ago, my baby brother Andrew got back from his mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Lattter-day Saints to El Salvador. He looked great, lost weight, and was talking really fast. He flew to Idaho but had a layover in Salt Lake, so Abbie and I were able to see him. Abbie brought a candy bar poster and I brought cookies. The returned missionary didn't really eat them because he wasn't hungry, so the rest of us scarfed them down.

It was so great to see Andrew again, and it felt really natural to have him home. He had a great mission and was able to help a lot of people. I'm excited for him to begin the next stage of his life--going to school, getting married, being awesome, etc. Life just keeps getting better.

Aaron helped a lot with watching the kiddos while Abbie and I talked to Andrew. It was great. He rode the escalator up...then down...then up...then down. Annie also had a grand time with her cousins doing things like chasing the stroller.


We're glad to have you back, Andrew!

Toys!

Once upon a time, there was a poor little girl named Annie who only had lame toys. She was bored with them, but, being a thrifty child,she sent her mom to scope out the toy section at the Provo D.I. Pickings were sparse, so Annie bravely continued playing with the plastic spoon and empty parmesan cheese container.

Then one day, Annie went on an adventure to visit her auntie in the big city with a salt lake. There, after a lovely tea party, Mom and Annie went to the D.I. and found a plethora of wonderful toys. Oh it was a magical day. Annie got lots of new toys all for $8.00. What a deal!


Yes, it's true. The Sugarhouse D.I. is the place for toys...and death-defying elevator experiences. The D.I. is built in what seems to have been an old bank. It has 3 levels. Cousin Heather bought a red and yellow car for Emma (another great deal) so we needed to use the elevator. In order to do so, we had to go into a dark corner of the store where a man with one arm and a hunchback summoned the elevator down, escorted us into the metal box, and then proceeded to pull on a chain (using his only arm) which took the elevator from floor to floor.


Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but it was the ghetto of elevators. The moral of the story is that if you are looking for a unique D.I. experience, try the SLC.

P.S. Annie's toys are a hit.

Final Summer Hurrah

A little while ago we went on a camping trip with the McCombs family. I haven't posted about the trip yet because I lost our camera right after the trip. But the lost has been found. Here are the details.

Abbie/James & Co., Phil/Kelsey & Co., Aaron/Maren & Co., Ma & Pa, and Benson and Seth all made the trek to a camping spot just outside of Malad. Our sites had lots of trees and a creek running by. The water was nice except for the parents who had to keep their kids out of it. But we even caught and ate a few fish from the creek. How authentic.

Since we're family, we must think alike because, while camping, four ladies stepped out of their tents in purple--which also happens to be Grandma McCombs's favorite color.



As one of our fireside camping events, some of us took 10 minutes or so to teach each other about a topic. I taught about cattle, Abbie taught about her crazy high-intensity exercise, my Dad taught us a boy scout skit, etc. The highlight of the camping trip, however, (besides the fried chicken my Mom made) was when my mom (an elementary music teacher) handed out recorders and taught us a song that we then played along with a CD. First we all had to listen carefully to instructions:

James was a bad boy, playing when our recorders were supposed to be at rest.

After learning the notes, we added the actions which included waving our recorders in a circle above our heads. Aaron was pretty good at this part.


We eventually got so good at our song that we were able to dance around the campfire while playing it.

Unless there was a kid in your lap. I'm sure the neighbors loved all of it. As I said, it was the highlight of the trip.

The lowlight of the trip was Aaron shining a flashlight down into the porta-potty. Worst day of my life.

P-Town...who took over my city?

Almost overnight, Provo became a new town. The sidewalks, streets, and stores are swarming with students. I can feel the excitement in the air, but it is tinged with some frustration. Especially when someone parks right in the center of a spot that normally would hold two vehicles. I've been a Provo-ite for about 5 years now. I should be used to this. But for some reason, I never felt this drastic change at the beginning of the semester so keenly in the past. One reason might be that we lived further from campus before; there were more married students who stuck around during the summer. But I think I am also noticing more this year because now I am an outsider looking in on the campus rush. I am no longer a student. My BYU net ID no longer works. And I am a little sad.

BYU has been a huge part of my life for the last few years. Each new school year brought stress, pressure, busyness, but also excitement and learning. With fall coming on, it has hit me that that part of my life is over. Wow. I can hardly believe it.

College is behind me, and now I have some great things to look forward to. (Hooray for being at home with Annie!) And I'm very glad about having certain parts of my BYU experience far behind me. But the waves of nostalgia have been flooding over me this week, so I thought I would take a moment and reflect.

Here's me and a BFF during our freshman year.



Good times, but life has definitely gotten better since then. Goodbye to BYU. Hello to the rest of my life.