Independence Day ended with a bang. Not just because of the fireworks. We were in the back of the truck and Henry fell and hit his head really good. Biggest goose egg I ever saw. Luckily he was okay and we didn’t have to add an emergency room visit onto a late night.

I also managed to hit a pole that day and dent our car. As holidays go, it wasn’t a great one.

Henry is adorable.  Lately he’s learned to fold his arms during prayers. Sometimes he will fold his arms all by himself and not necessarily during prayers.  He’s folded his arms during scripture study, talks during church,  Bible videos and Family Home Evening lessons.  I think he recognizes the spirit and wants to be reverent,  even at just 18 months old.

We went to a splash pad. Bringing the bucket and water guns was a good idea.

The boys, watching a parade. I’ve decided I don’t usually like parades. I’m hoping this is the only one we go to. It was blissfully short. 

I went to a great-great-grandparent family reunion. We skipped the family history part of it all and went and played in this lovely swimming hole on the cattle ranch we were at.

We went camping above Honeyville in a remote, sunny spot. It was beautiful. The kids, Henry especially, were confused about how to sleep when we were having so much fun. But eventually everyone did sleep.

(Thanks to Joe for being the photographer on this trip!)

We love the Daddy at our home. It was a pretty low key Father’s Day.

I helped Curtis dress up in the Armor of God.

And we found out the kids got their picture in the Friend next month. We haven’t actually go the magazine yet. Our subscription expired. I guess I’ll have to go buy a copy.