Clearing out

Some unrelated pictures I'm trying to clear out of my "share" folder:

Funny horse

Play dough

Red Butte Gardens (in warmer times)

Sucking thumb with finger hooked over nose

Happy walker

Baptism

Abe turned eight last month and got baptized.  Here he is with his new football scripture case.  (Yes, we have noted the possibility that this may encourage him to throw his scriptures---but he hasn't, yet.)
 

He is such a happy, handsome little man.  I loved him in his new Sunday suit and in his white clothes.

Logan Canyon

It seems impolite to say this, but there can't possibly be any cuter baby in the entire world.  ANYWHERE.

On our way home from our family reunion, we stopped at a particularly beautiful campground in the cayon to have a picnic and play in the leaves.  It was Fall in my very favorite phase: earth and sky BOTH covered with leaves.  They were so thick you couldn't see the ground beneath them.  And they were SO yellow!  My very favorite color of yellow---that rich, pure gold.  The boys collected armfuls (armsful?) of them.  After a while they started saying, "I wasn't going to get any more leaves---but I just can't resist!"

I couldn't resist any of it.  The sky, the river, the leaves, the children.  All totally breathtaking.

Pleased with his findings

Shoe off

Yellow carpet

Eeeee!

Reunion

A cattail; he loved it and carried it around everywhere

We had a nice time at our family reunion last weekend.  I didn't take many pictures, but here are a few.  The weather was beautiful and Bear Lake was really pretty (I'd never been there before).

Canyon

 I like it when the leaves are like this---just a few bright dots against the black branches

We have been greatly appreciating the recent warm days (even more so knowing that they may be our last for awhile).  We were up in the canyon one evening and the light was really pretty.

 Malachi attempting to "look happy"

They were pretending to be trains---Daisy LOVED it

Shifty

Ky is sweet and smart and cute and I love him TO DEATH, but as I may have mentioned before, he seems to be congenitally incapable of looking at me when I say "look at me."  It's just beyond his capabilities, somehow.  My best bet is to get him to tell me something, since while he's talking he sometimes looks at me accidentally.  Here he is reciting the poem "Bear in There" for me (enjoy the far left picture, 2nd row down, where he is saying, "When I open the door, he lets out a ROAR!")

It's kind of good to look at a group of pictures like this (click to enlarge) because they capture his expressive, mobile, active little face, and his default state of non-stop chatter, much better than one picture ever could.