Potato or Turtle????

Craig went out Friday evening, gleaning potatoes and came back with a bunch of knobby ones! I especially liked this one...it kind of reminded me of a sea turtle sans shell. (the eyes are pins I stuck in for the effect) It was pretty big too. We had it for dinner and I only cooked this one. You know it was big if you have seen how many potatoes Craig eats...and there were leftovers!

The Challenge of a Family picture

Let's take a family picture! Clint: "Look at the camera! McKenna: "NO!"
McKenna: "Oooo, there's that baby!
McKenna: "Let's see what happens when I pinch her cheeks!"
Megan and Clint: "Aren't they sweet girls!" McKenna: " I can't believe they put her on my lap!"
McKenna: "I'm done whether you are or not...enough baby!"

Hooray for Grandbabies!

Addie is telling Gpa Craig what being a baby is all about.

Adalyn Ann in her blessing dress that was made by Great-grandma Summers-Davis

Gpa and Gma with the cutie-pies, Addie and MeKenna

I just spent a week in Las Vegas with Clint and Megan and their two girls! The new baby is a doll, of course, and McKenna and I had a great time together, reading books and coloring. Those are her two favorite things to do. Baby Addie is a very mellow baby--hardly ever cries....of course there were two grandmas there, Megan's mom, Ann and me. One day we never laid the baby down. If Megan wasn't nursing her, one of us grandmas had her. Ann went down the Monday after Addie was born and had been there for two weeks when I came. On the 19th, Craig and Megan's dad, brother and sister drove down to visit. Then Clint blessed Addie on Sunday, the 21st. Craig and I left after lunch and drove to Mom and Dad's in Lehi, then finished our trip home on Monday. It was great to spend time with some of our family for a bit.

Huckleberries!

Last week I went huckleberrying for the first time ever. My friend Jenny called and invited me to go with her and three other friends up Kelly Canyon to pick the berries. Two of us had never been before, Sandy H. and I. We drove way up Kelly Canyon..way beyond where I remember getting wood years ago. When we get to a place where it looks like there's lot of berry bushes, we get out and three of us go on the northside of the road and two go on the southside. Sandy and I find some berries right off. But they are kind of big and have a funny blossom end. They don't really look like what I thought huckleberries were suppose to look like. So I ate one, and it tasted familiar. Then Gloria came over and showed us what a huckleberry looked like and said what we were picking weren't huckleberries. Then I realized what we were picking were service berries or what my Grandma Stubbs called sarviceberries (the oldtimer Utah accent, I think) and what my Canadian roommate called Saskatoon berries. Huckleberries are much smaller and lower to the ground. Gloria went off one way and Sandy and I stayed closer together. We'd find a berry here and a berry there and started thinking we would be lucky to pick a cup of berries by noon. We finally couldn't find any more berries where we were, so we crossed the road to join Jenny and Marcene. There they were, sitting down in the middle of a huge patch of berries, picking away! So we called to Gloria and she came over to join us and we got quite a few berries. I actually got 6 cups. I know this doesn't sound like very many but they are only about 1/4" in diameter....very small. It was fun to be up in the canyon and pick berries with friends and talk away.
When I got home, I washed the berries and put them on a cookie sheet in the freezer. I kept about a cup out to make some huckleberry dessert. When Craig came home, he commented on how strong the huckleberries smelled and they weren't even out. Anyway, the next morning I made a lemon-huckleberry loaf. It was a beautiful yellow color, dotted with dark purple berries and tasted great...at least I thought it did. When I served it to Craig, I asked what he thought of it. (Shamefully, I have to beg for complements from him unless it is white bread or mashed potatoes). He said it was okay, but the huckleberries sure tasted strong by themselves. I told him that the berries were not by themselves....there were less than a cup of berries in a large lemon loaf. He said that they are just a strong flavor by themselves. I determined that Craig does not really like huckleberries so I will save the others to make something when I have company here to appreciate the work I did to get those very tiny berries. Let me know when you are coming and if you like huckleberries!

2 year olds are never happy!

After they had been home a day, Jill called to tell me that Gracie was now crying, "Go home Gwamma's house!" Two-year-olds never know what they want.

Where has the time gone!

I read other people's blogs and never get around to blogging my own news and I think it is about time to do so. I could use the excuse that I haven't been home much and I will. Of the 115 days between Feb. 11 and June 5, I was gone 46 of them. A trip to Las Vegas in February, to Michigan at the end of Feb. and first of March, to Hawaii in April, home for 3 days and then on a cruise the first week of May, home for about two weeks and back to Michigan, driving across the country to Denver via Nauvoo and then to Las Vegas to recover my car that my kid took down there while I was gone with a clothes drier in the back. (It was the little Prius, too). Just when I was thinking that I had finally recouperated, the doorbell rang on Saturday in June, and it was a surprise visit from the Hawaii Kids! They were here for and month and we just sent them off back to their home today! We are now missing hugs and kisses from the little ones. Two weeks ago, when Eric went home, Gracie cried all the way back to our house, "No Gwamma's house, go Gracie's house!" over and over. I guess that's how we all feel when we've been away from home too long.

Vacations are over...now I have to do my yardwork and housework. I think I'll join in with Gracie's, "No Gwamma's house. Go Gracie's house!"

Lizzy's Baptism

Aren't these just the cutest kids? This was at Elizabeth's baptism on March 2 in Michigan. (I'm just figuring out the picture thing) Gage wasn't planning on singing but just went up impromptu. Unfortunatly, my camera only does one minute of video so the end of the song is missing.