Hello again

So, I have become the blogger that I hate most - the one who doesn't update her blog. I remember that on my mission I was most diligent about keeping a journal when I had a companion who regularly wrote in hers. Not that I was intent upon following her good example, but because if she was busy writing than there was no one for me to talk to so I might as well spend the time writing myself. Since moving in with my parents, I have found the same thing to be true. There always seems to be someone to talk to so I don't have to express myself through my blog so much.

Since it has been a while I will just briefly fill you in on our lives here. We are doing great and having a good summer so far. Oliver and I spend our week helping around the house and waiting for Sam to come home so that we can hang out with him all weekend. The things that we have really enjoyed here are the back yard, having a Target only two miles away, and getting to go running with my mom every morning. In fact, Oliver is so set on running every morning at 6:00 a.m. that if he isn't in his stroller by 6:30 he starts to get a bit grumpy. Last Sunday I had no intention of running but ended up walking him around the block just to satisfy him. I guess that is a good thing, because it is much easier to run three or four miles than it is to deal with a grumpy baby; he is my inspiration.

During the week Oliver and I help grandpa by mowing the lawn:


This is a weekend climbing adventure up Little Cottonwood Canyon. It was Sam's first time climbing on granite and he discovered that it not quite as soft or as forgiving as the sandstone that he was used to in Cedar City: