Pick Right Back Up

Our husbands were dental school buddies. 

They were sort of forced into friendship because they had some key things in common. 

1. Both old as crap, in comparison to all the other freaking babies in their dental school class

2. Both LDS, and old as crap. The only other LDS classmates were just home from their missions because they were just freaking babies

3. Both dads of multiple kids, because they each were old enough to have more than one kid

Because of their forced friendship, the friendship of us wives was natural.

And then our babes' friendship was inevitable.
We had kids similar in age and they got along well. Like really well. Plus their kids weren't little stinkers, bonus. (Can't say the same for mine.)

And this weekend, it was just like the good old days. We were able to pick right back up where we left off 2 & 1/2 years ago. 

Husbands, good buddies.
Kids, best buddies.
Wives, just the best of the best.

Fruit Snack Challenge

Our babes are always down for an adventure, but sometimes midway, that excitement fades.

They start to get tired, whine, cry, whine, throw fits, whine... you get it.

Today was no different.

But the Fruit Snack Challenge helped.

Whoever could keep their ONE fruit snack the longest, would get to pick the music we listened to on our drive home.

Jack ate his in about a minute. Jocy held out for awhile, maybe 10 minutes.

Afton put up a good fight in hopes we would listen to Post Malone's Sunflower.

Fortunately, she did not win. My Sugar's efforts were valiant. Afton was scared he'd pick Buju Banton.

Jocy just kept asking for another. "Start over."

But alas, I won.


And Justin Timberlake was played proudly the whole way home.

A Hunt for Trolls

Daddy told us we would be going on a hunt for trolls.

He said they lived in this old stump house hidden in the woods.



He told us we were going the right way.

We were skeptical at first, but we are always looking for fun new adventures.





Jocelyn was certain she heard them. She knew they were just too smart to be found.



We hunted and hunted, but sadly found no trolls.

We did find another beautiful place in Washington to enjoy, trolls or no trolls.

Guillemot Cove