Spring Break

Just prior to spring break, Talmage performed in his choir concert as an
icon of the disco era. He loves to perform and did a great job.

Bryant and I got home from our Saturday visit to look at dogs and go to the grocery store, and as soon as I walked in the door I heard the pitter-patter (the heavy kind) of Hyrum's feet. As soon as he saw me, he said in his deep Harley voice, "my bike." He was so proud. James had pulled out our tiniest bike, patched the tires, put the training wheels back on, and Hyrum couldn't have been happier.


We left for Utah last Saturday at 6am and made our best time ever, 11 hours, and succeeded in getting James to Santaquin so he could attend priesthood session of General Conference with his Dad. It was 71 degrees in Santaquin that day. We woke up early the next morning and got James and the boys ready to head to Salt Lake to attend a live session of General Conference and when we walked upstairs there were 8 inches of snow and cars sliding off the freeway. With an hour and a half travel to Salt Lake in front of them, we decided we'd have to try again another time and opted to watch it broadcasted.

Conference Morning in Santaquin.

Monday we headed for our annual visit to the Bean Museum.

(Talmage actually walked away from the gift shop without spending a penny.)

Then we went for a tour of the Carl Bloch exhibit at BYU.
It was a quick walk through as it was lunch time.

We met up with Kase at the Cougar Eat and had BYU Creamery ice cream for dessert. The kids decided that was a good enough reason to attend BYU.

Tuesday, Mom Hales showed me how to use her long arm quilting machine on the quilt I started 2 years ago for my sister's graduation. I had so much fun. Too much fun. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I couldn't go back to sleep thinking about quilting projects.

Wednesday, we went to visit James's siblings. Debbie and Paige took us to Costco for lunch and then their fitness club for swimming. It was perfect.

James was so good to do this for two hours, over and over and over again. In Hyrum's words, "jump two times." That means a lot, and it was.

And Thursday we traveled and traveled some more. We are so grateful for happy travelers (promoted by our "traveling bank".)