Pictures of summer 2013

 The kids decided to all sleep on the same bed one night.

 There is nothing sweeter to me than Tatum sleeping.

 Independence weekend we headed to Salt Lake and walked around the Grand America Hotel.  Glenn Beck had a bunch of lectures and stuff going on down there.  It was awesome.  Later that night Mark, Tai, Tag and I went to THE MAN ON THE MOON presentation put on by Glenn.  It was absolutely spectacular! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlsjM64nre8  for the flag ceremony.

Tatum broke her collar bone this summer when a neighbor gave her a piggy back and she fell off.  It healed really fast within a few weeks.  This sling did not work at all.  It kept slipping back every 10 seconds.  But we did the best we could.

At the Princess Festival in June.  Grandpa Max and Grandma Gayle treated all the granddaughters to a special day being princesses.  This picture is missing a few.

 Tai was CinderEdna: a great little story about Cinderellas neighbor who works hard and doesn't care about what other people think.

This is my favorite dress of all time.  Tatum has loved this dress and you wouldn't believe the comments I get.  Its something I would have worn in the late seventies/early eighties.

 Tai showing off her muscles.

 Tatum and her best friend Simon.  For half the summer Simon would hold Tatum's hand everywhere they went.

 Front view of the dress.

Tai likes to see how fast she can climb this pole.  She is very fast!

Mowgli and the story of Truman's hair

A few weeks ago, we were watching the jungle book and it dawned on me.  Truman is Mowgli  all the way.  Hair, tan skin, skinny, wiry body.  See here.

And I had high aspirations for this boy.  I envisioned him growing his hair out like Samson and being one of those kids with a cool ponytail.  Or true Native American.  I think it would reflect his personality and strength.  So, I have not cut it except for one bang trim since he was born.  Often, I would put it in a pony....but my other kids would not let me hear the end of it.  Tai would nearly cry and not want me to bring him in public like that.  Tag was disappointed in me because he looked like a girl.  So, for a while, just to spite my kids, I did not cut his hair and the pony remained.  But when even Mark made some comments I decided I'd better just do it.  My dreams of my warrior were dashed.  But we came up with a compromise:

Now, we are all happy!  Truman can see, he looks like a boy, and he is very cool!