We went up to the ropes course at BYU-Idaho with some friends and family.
We did a bunch of team building and other games.
For the first one we had to get our entire group across a rope swing
and onto a small platform without touching the grass or falling off the
Then we had to get our group over a waist high wire without touching it.
we had to get our whole group up a wall. Only two people were able to
help from the top and once you had gone up you were just a spotter, you
Then we each had the chance to climb the tower.
was scarier then I remember. Or perhaps it had something to do with the
fact that this time I was climbing without you and without a blindfold.
Or maybe I'm becoming a baby in my old age.
while it was more difficult this time, it was so rewarding. Getting to
the top and seeing the lights and the view, it was a pat yourself on the
back, feel good moment.
Lastly we partnered
up and walked across two tight ropes that slowly separated with our
hands together causing us to have to lean on each other more and more.
At first no one could get it until Katie and I figured out that you have
to tell your partner when they need to lean more.
The whole night was so much fun, the people and the activity.
Thanks for the awesome date. And thanks for being amazing.
Dear Brooklyn, I love when I am looking through pictures on my phone or iPad and come across tens and sometimes even hundreds of close up little Brooklyn faces. It makes me happy and I can't help but laugh at some of faces you make. I love you and your spunky, fun personality. Sincerely, Mom
Dear Kurt, Today you go down in history as the worst cookie maker. Ever. Christina came over and made a delicious dinner for us and you decided that you were going to make some chocolate chip cookies for dessert. So we broke out the family cookbook and found a promising recipe and with a lot of help from the peanut gallery, you went to work. And that is where everything went downhill.
The cookie dough wasn't very good. But that sometimes happens with cookies. The first batch of cookies ended up being one big gooey cookie. It's texture wasn't right and the aftertaste was awful. You added some stuff and the cookies ended up a bit more cookie like but the flavor was worse. More stuff added. Another batch. Worse.
The rest of the cookie dough went in the trash and all the cookies soon followed. And as for us, we sat there with the awful aftertaste of the worst cookies we ever ate, and talked about how if you're not first, you're last. And if you're going to be last you might as well be dead last. Words to live by? Hopefully not. Sincerely, Lori
Dear Brooklyn, You are such a good little helper. When I ask you to help with something, as long as it's not cleaning up your toys, you jump at the opportunity. And whatever you are doing, Molly must do too. It is nice to have the help and it makes you feel like you are a big girl. And a bit like Cinderella. So, thank you. I love you.