I don't love winter, but I do love new beginnings.
We went to the Farm Show for the third year in a row!
I have never considered myself to be a country girl, but living in Central PA has changed me. I wish we had more acreage and some small animals, which is completely illogical since we have a hard time keeping up with our current small yard and kids and one dog.
The rule of the Farm Show is that I don't buy anything for my kids except the famous Farm Show milkshakes. And like any true martyr of a mother anywhere, I don't buy myself one but instead finish everyone else's.
There were several things the kids enjoyed but the winner for this year was the stand dedicated to beekeeping. Dan and I have been in serious beekeeping talks.
This, my friends, is a terrible picture of a complex sculpture made completely of butter. Harris made us stay while he repeatedly watched the video of how it was made in 14 days. Harris has some Grandpa Doug in him.
June advanced to Young Women's this year. Dan and I took her to the temple for her time time to do baptisms for the dead. It was a great day.
This picture could also double as June's mug shot.
Nephi visited primary today!
The Jolley kids before church. You can slightly see June's swollen face that took us to the ER until midnight Thursday. She has a skin infection. She handled it just fine because Ghostbusters 2 was playing in her room at the hospital. I handled it well because even though I was nervous about what it was, I was still able to tap into my super power of being able to sleep anywhere, including a hard chair in the corner of a ER room. Do wonders never cease. She's on two medications, and getting her to take them is going to cause me to also need medication.
The End.
