Turner Tantrums

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Utah Relatives





















We enjoyed another potluck dinner (Chinese food) at Aunt Gaylia's house before heading back to Austin. Here are some pics from that time and the relatives that I hope to go back and visit, soon. Very soon.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Utah-Park City

Park City, Here We Come!



Could my back be any closer to the back? My hubby was kind enough to pull the bar down in front of us, too. After laughing at me, of course.


I can't even look at this picture (yes, those are my hubby's gorgeous feet, though).



Studs


Brake, Grandpa!


I wish I could hop back in this picture!


What goes up...


Must come down...

Upset

Alone


Shocked & Confused

Hayden riding a chicken.




Aunt Gaylia and Grandma on the green, grassy, hillside



My cute cloggers waiting to perform...

Grampa watching the teen band warming up (notice how he couldn't even keep his eyes on them)...


Hayden and I warming up...

Rowan enjoying his Strawberry Fruit Snacks, for the first time...

We had a blast the day we spent in Park City, Utah. We headed straight for the Alpine Slide, Roller Coaster, and fair-like activities for the kiddos. I almost had a panic attack on the ski lift that took us up to the Alpine Slide. My heart skipped a few beats when Kevin looked over the edge. I was petrified Hayden was going to fall off, too. The boys laughed at me (they shouldn't have) and thought my fears were sort of funny, but after feeling like I was two steps from falling off Mt. Timpanogos earlier in the week to feeling like alls I had to do was bend over to look at my toes and fall about four stories, I wasn't laughing with them. However, the ride on Alpine Slide was super fun. You were able to control your speed/braking, and I used the brake a great deal. Hayden rode with Kevin, and Kevin later told me that he never used the brake. Again, he was laughing, I wasn't. Kevin's dad seemed to love the brake, like me. Thankfully, we didn't have to take the ski lift up to the roller coaster ride. On the roller coaster ride, the attendant didn't warn us that we could fall off the ride like we could with the Alpine Slide if we went too fast, so I didn't use the brake at all. It was full speed ahead, and boy could I have ridden that all day, but the boys had fair rides to ride. Hayden rode the merry-go-round, and Rowan opted for the train and screamed and cried until the ride started and then looked rather shocked and confused-I laughed, but shouldn't of. We nibbled on french fries and sodas while Hayden jumped on the gorilla/dinosaur inflatable, and then we headed to the ski resort so that we could see our clogging cousins clog. Thank goodness for Sprint's GPS in their phones-it got us everywhere in Utah. The ski resort was beautiful, and we got to sit on a green, grassy hill as we watched a kids band play and our cousins clog. Our cousins were awesome and definitely made up for any skills that the band itself might have been lacking. Again, I laughed at the band, and shouldn't have. Maybe I've watched a little too much American Idol and my expectations were great, but my clogging cousins more than met my expectations, because they were awesome. After the boys band, an experienced, adult band was going to play, but my boys were ready to go home. We decided to stop at Chuck-A-Rama on the way home for dinner. Kevin was joking about how it should be called Up-Chuck-A-Rama, and we both laughed. We shouldn't have. I mean, we really shouldn't have. We had barely paid and were two steps from sitting down in our booth when Rowan up-chucked all over. I mean all over (think strawberry fruit snacks)! We quickly left the restaurant and were even granted a refund. On the way home, all of us were laughing. Just as we should...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Utah-Temple Square/Date

Our Date at The Garden Restaurant in SLC








My hero...


The fountain & gardens on top of the Conference Center...



Proof of my Naughtiness...


You can't fly to Salt Lake without going to Temple Square. Kevin and I were lucky enough to get away one night and go on a date there. We saw the Joseph Smith Film in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building (top secret-Joseph Smith's heroic acts made my hot hubby nearly weep crocodile tears and say he wanted to be a better person, as if he could be any more perfect). We ate at the Garden at the top of the building (Salmon & Creme Brulee) and met a cute couple on their 30th wedding anniversary and took turns snapping pics of each other. We got a few pics in front of the temple and then got a quick tour of the Conference center before it closed. I was very naughty and snapped a picture of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir practicing, before a tour guide quickly told me, "No Pictures Allowed, Especially of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir!!" Kevin quickly grabbed my camera and ran out screaming, "I've Got It! I've Got It!" See what I mean-he's practically perfect! If you ever run into my hot husband, please thank him for rescuing the above pic that I took on that fateful day. Just remembering his heroic act is bringing crocodile tears to my eyes...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Utah-Thanksgiving Point/Mt. Timpanogos

































We went and toured these lush gardens in Thanksgiving Point with Kevin's Aunt Jolene. The boys took a catnap, and the place was beautiful. We took pics by the waterfall, and these pics don't do the place justice. We then took the boys to this neat petting zoo there. The cow was nibbling on Hayden's shirt, the boys rode ponies, fed chickens, there was a cow being milked, donkeys, horses, goats, ducks, pigs, etc. It was really fun, and I think I loved it more than the boys. The next day, Kevin, Hayden, and I went hiking up Mt. Timpanogos. We then toured the 3 caves at the top. The tour guide was very adamant about not touching the cave, yet nothing touched more cave than the top of Kevin's poor head. We went with 3 of Kevin's cousins (Sher, Angie, Deena) and their kids. I was the last one up the mountain (turns out I had a cold, but still I felt pretty pathetic being beat by 3 year olds). It was gorgeous on the mountain, but it turns out I was pretty scared of falling off the edge. I mean, seriously, if you were dizzy or lightheaded (say with a head cold) one bad step in the wrong direction and you would fall off the mountain. All the way to the ground. Really far. Just a little to the right. Down. Gone. Finished.