We got up and going this morning, which was a first for this trip so far. Sarah and Grandpa both had to work all day, so it was just me and Grandma with the kids. All three got baths and I tried a new, fancy hairdo on Mercy while the boys took their turns getting clean.
We packed a little picnic then drove up to Temple Square for the morning. I haven't been there in years and years and while much of it I've seen before, I still could have spent many more hours than we did looking around. We vaguely browsed both the North and South Visitor's Centers, stuck our heads in the tabernacle, did a quick spin through the lobby of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, outside of which we ate a little snack, walked past a few gardens, and ended in the newly renovated Church History Museum. The kids did well and not so well at the same time and I couldn't quite tell if they were done or just restless. We spent a while in the children's section, which they seemed to enjoy but were equally willing to leave without complaint. We ate our lunch in the shade near the little stream that runs in front of the conference center, then left for home.
Abraham and Mercy both fell asleep on the drive. We dropped Grandma off, then I took the kids down to Riverton to visit Elizabeth Fergusen, formerly Sister Little, who served as a missionary in Indiana and is one of my favorite people. We spent about an hour and a half at her new home, doting on her 6 month old baby and talking about life as a wife and new mom. I'm pleased to see her doing well. Her little boy was fussy though, and my kids were fighting and ornery, so we didn't stay as long as maybe I would have liked. We did make some attempts at selfies though.
When we returned to the house, I played the polar bear game with the kids while Grandma fixed dinner. She made delicious BBQ pork sandwiches and coleslaw, and once again, the kids hardly touched their meal. All three have barely eaten since we arrived, and Abraham has been complaining on and off about an upset stomach since the drive up, so perhaps they have some little bug. Grandma and Grandpa took the kids to a different neighborhood park for a while so I could have a little down time before driving up to Millcreek to pick up Matthew from his backpacking adventure at 7:00 pm.
We packed a little picnic then drove up to Temple Square for the morning. I haven't been there in years and years and while much of it I've seen before, I still could have spent many more hours than we did looking around. We vaguely browsed both the North and South Visitor's Centers, stuck our heads in the tabernacle, did a quick spin through the lobby of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, outside of which we ate a little snack, walked past a few gardens, and ended in the newly renovated Church History Museum. The kids did well and not so well at the same time and I couldn't quite tell if they were done or just restless. We spent a while in the children's section, which they seemed to enjoy but were equally willing to leave without complaint. We ate our lunch in the shade near the little stream that runs in front of the conference center, then left for home.
Abraham and Mercy both fell asleep on the drive. We dropped Grandma off, then I took the kids down to Riverton to visit Elizabeth Fergusen, formerly Sister Little, who served as a missionary in Indiana and is one of my favorite people. We spent about an hour and a half at her new home, doting on her 6 month old baby and talking about life as a wife and new mom. I'm pleased to see her doing well. Her little boy was fussy though, and my kids were fighting and ornery, so we didn't stay as long as maybe I would have liked. We did make some attempts at selfies though.
Matthew showered first thing when he got home, then told us the story of how Uncle Ralph went looking for firewood at 11:00 pm on the first night and got lost in the woods. Instead of hiking Kings Peak on Tuesday, they discovered Ralph missing and spent 10 hours searching for him. They eventually found him about 4 miles from their camp asleep on a rock a ways off a trail. Other than being dehydrated and a bit disoriented, he was fine, which is a miracle considering he's a 60 year old hypoglycemic who spent nearly 17 hours lost in the wilderness. Though it's a bummer that the trip ended up being such a traumatic experience for many in the group, we're so grateful everyone returned home safe.
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Losing an Uncle Ralph!!! That's sounds crazy. Wow.
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