Bunkerville

This weekend we were able to get away for the afternoon and visit the family farm in Bunkerville. When I say family farm, it belonged to my Great-Gandfather and has been passed down. My second cousins who run it now have put in a pond and are nice enough to let everyone come and visit. They are great hosts and we loved spending time getting to know them.

 There is a zipline that goes along next to the dock and a rope swing at the end of the dock.

 Spencer is in the kayak. He did not love the life jacket.

 Uncle Richard with the cows in the background.

 This slide is super fun and next to it is a trampoline and a platform to jump off.

 Jimmy and Dad even got to go fishing. I think Jimmy said he caught 4 fish!

 Silly sister picture.

I had the best little laundry helper when we got back. What a little ham! Everything can either be climbed on or in these days.

Oh, what do you do in the summertime?

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you watch the parades

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or visit Cove Fort, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or spend time with your family?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is that what you do? So do I!

 Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you eat lots of lunch,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or celebrate the 4th, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or swing in a swing up high?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is that what you do? So do I!

 

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?

Do you wade in a stream,

 or lazily dream on Bear Lake

 

as the clouds go by?
 

Is that what you do? So do I!

 

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you visit a zoo to pet a sheep or two, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or visit a dear, missed friend?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is that what you do? So do I!

 

 

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green? 

 

Do you go on a walk on a Rexburg block, 

or eat Ice cream in Pocatello?

 

Is that what you do? So do I!

 

 Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you swim in a pool, to keep yourself cool, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or grow squash in the Vegas heat?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Is that what you do? So do I!

 

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?

 

Do you pack a picnic dinner and watch outside plays, 

 or count all you blessings sweet?

 

Is that what you do? So do I!

 

Original Primary Song

A few of my (Spencer's) favorite things

 Grandpa's new toy.

 I am pretty sure Grandpa and Spencer enjoy it equally. Spencer loves going on rides with Grandpa and will usually sing or talk for the entire ride.

 Remotes. He got his own remote for Christmas. It was an old one that looks almost identical to the real thing, but he knows the difference and will have none of it.

 Dirt. Eating it, playing in it, making mud pies of it. He loves it all.

 His teeth. He loves, no insists, on eating the same thing as Mom and Dad.

Balls. He does not discriminate. As long as it is spherical, it must be a ball and he must play with it. Oranges, tomatoes, basketballs, dodge balls, balloons. He throws them , kicks them, carries them around the house, bounces them into and out of the playpen. He is a much better soccer player than his mom.

Dad. His favorite and first word, best friend and playmate. He lights up when Dad walks in the door and has special games and laughs that he saves exclusively for Dad. They love to have tickle fights in the morning.

 Mom. I have been able to spend more time at home and less at work. I love our morning together. He is such a good helper: doing dishes, laundry, watering the plants, picking up, reading stories. I am so lucky to have such a good boy.

Bye, Bye Baby Curls

 Before I went off to girls camp, I finally bit the bullet and cut off Spencer's baby curls. It is too hot in Vegas to have much hair and he had been irritated by a sweaty head. I know I needed to do it, but it was hard to say goodbye to my little baby. He definitely looks like a toddler now.

 The only time I had to do it that I would have help was late at night the Saturday before camp. He was grumpy, but I had good helpers to keep him entertained.

It looks pretty good, even with all the wiggles.