... make our lives better, especially in the spring time
K was invited to a friend from kindergarten's house. They live on 5 acres and own goats and baby chickens. When it was time for me to pick her up it took me a loooong time to convince my children to come home with me. It started with saying K could show D & M the goats before we left.
The W family organized another mystery progressive dinner. We had gone to a 1920s mobster one a couple years ago and had a blast. (There was much more picture taking last time. I blame this year's lack of photos on Chelsea moving away.) This time I was bound and determined to actually play the game because by trickery my husband knocked me out of the game almost immediately. This time it was 1950s cold war & I was assigned to be a KGB officer. I was treacherous, noticing a scientist reading his assignment. I got him and Dan at the first house when I noticed Dan's assignment sitting on his lap. I swiped the piece of paper & read it and there was a CIA agent to get. Yes, I was awful but I was the only KGB agent to accomplish anything because the cards were stacked in favor of the USA. We decided KGB agents were famous for being ruthless, so it's all forgiven.
Friends from my old ward and new ward coming together for a play date made me so happy I just had to take a picture. I have seriously been wishing I was the one in charge of boundaries.
Mac helping N climb like her siblings after one of my M's soccer practices.



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