Some random pics from two weeks of being at home

Two weeks at home. Here's what we did:

The dogs. It was a funny moment that I happened to capture. All they ever want is to come inside the house.

I sent Hannie out to pull some weeds. She found some helpers :-)

Hanna wanted to play I Spy before she went back to school. Here's Mark in his game stance...but he still lost.

A sketch by Mark of a girl who gave a talk in sacrament meeting.

Ethan and Rebecca sent us this pic of Baby in the hotel room. A full length mirror provided hours of entertainment.

Good old Mark. Sneaking selfies and photobombing at the same time :-)

Our first lesson in seminary. Glo is holding a 30 pound rock. It was all about burdens. Obviously, Mark has none :-)

Hoodie, making off with the dough....

I drove Glo to Philly for her lesson. I couldn't find parking anywhere, so I made a quick reservation for the open house at the temple (which guarantees parking). I didn't want to be dishonest and just take the parking without actually visiting the temple, so I visited the Gardens...and snapped this pic. And just being there, I shed some more tears.

The one and only time Hootie has ever climbed into bed with me. It must have been the wet hair :-)

John had a much needed scope of his knee (his meniscus was torn). We thought it would be fun to bring Baby into see him afterwards. She wasn't so sure about it all though...

Nobody gave up, and she still wasn't relaxed.

But with Baby, you just give her time and she ALWAYS warms up to anyone.

Hannah has decided to put in her mission papers. This was the photo we submitted. She wanted a different one, but Mark, having worked with transfer boards for the nine months he was the assistant to the president, insisted that smiley, friendly pictures are the best ones to have. Done!

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