Just looking at this picture makes me tired. This was only the boys second time skiing. Neal and I thought we could handle all three by ourselves. I guess he didn't take into account that I'm only slightly more advanced then his children. I didn't even know how to use the tow rope. We were able to ride the ski lift since there is one that is free after 3:00 at Alta. We only rode it once because it took us over an hour and a half to get down the mountain and by the time we got to the bottom the resort was closed and almost everyone had gone home. There were a lot of tears but in the end hopefully they remember the fun times (riding the ski lift and going to IHOP afterward) and not being freezing cold (Tanner), constant yelling (me), hitting the top of this head which I'm not sure how that is possible on skiis while going down a fairly steep hill by himself(Max), falling in a deep snow bank (Max), twisting his foot (Tanner) falling about 1,000 times (Tanner, Josh, and Max) and being picked up by yelling parents at least 1,000 times (Tanner, Josh, and Max). We told Josh he got the prize for crying the least. He was pretty excited because he really thought he was getting on actual prize.
I cannot believe they are really home. We actually missed the official arrival because I volunteered to get balloons and their flight got in just a tad early. Oh well, what can you do? So the first picture we had to take just like when they left with the twins. The next is of the whole group at the airport, and the last is a picture of all the nieces and nephews, minus Lainee. A lot has changed in two years! Now the boys dont' know what to pray for. They are so used to praying for Sam and Russ on their missions. Now they just bless that when they see them they can have fun together. Pretty cute!
