Home Again

Las Vegas is a beautiful place with some ridiculously cute people. Today I flew home for Spring Break! Two things I super love to do..1) Fly. Today’s flight was just a little bumpy.. just the way I like it. I feel like being thousands of feet of the ground traveling super-fast should be at least slightly jarring.. Free roller coaster! Whoo! AND 2) I can’t even express how much I love being home.

Things I love about coming home:

•  Awesome running jump attack Dad hugs

• Warm 90 degree Vegas wind

• WINCO is only 10 minutes away

• Hot tubbing

• Talking to my mom.. for hours

• That my Joshy is suddenly a man

• I get to drive my truck

• My home ward

• Listening to my Lulu (currently she has the hots for the mucho adorable Trevor Mohler)

• Quinny’s face

• Smelling Chlorine everywhere

• My parents feed me like I’m a starving child from a third world country

• Pot Roast

• Jack is there to constantly poke me

• My dad’s wheat bread (grandma made it today)

• I sleep in a Queen sized bed

• I don’t have to climb a latter into my bed

• Warmth

• It looks like spring

Holy Goodness look how cute they are.. Just wanna hug the crap outta them:

 

Anywho… I usually consider myself a pretty cool sister but today I lost some serious cool points. Me and Josh were having a dandy time riding our bikes to the park when they casually collided and we ate some pretty delicious concrete.  I scraped a good amount of flesh off my elbows and hip and whatnot and ruined my favorite t-shirt, but Josh went unconscious for a bit after scraping the skin off his head and fracturing his precious head. It was a frightening moment in my life.. but after last week’s ER trips, I felt fairly qualified to run, screaming my guts out, home for help. I am now a practiced emergency alert-er. After a CT scan the Doc told us there was no way he’d come home tonight, but after a priesthood blessing another Doc came and told us he was OK to come home. Priesthood power rocks my socks ;). Basically.. within the first 6 hours of me being home my  Josh had a concussion and we had made a lovely Sabbath trip to the ER. You’re welcome mom & dad.

Our poopy (& my tiny boo boo):

  

P.S: Last night we did a super nifty, crafty thing.. me and Austin made Dream Catchers :D. We went to Porter’s (craft store- fav. place basically EVER) and spent two hours wandering around figuring out what kind of Dream Catchers our Dream’s required.. and then made Dream Catchers till 2 am. FYI they are a lot more difficult to make than I may have assumed at one point in my life. I only sewed.. or tied or whatever I did- 9 triangles versus Austin’s 30 some odd.. and was sufficiently fed up with the whole process by the end of it. Happy ending.. we finished our respective catchers & they’re adorable & we are adorable.