On July 8, I flew down to Arizona to see Wicked with Camille. I thought this would be a great way to celebrate my dad's birthday. Even though I am not privileged to have him still on earth with me, he and Mom loved Camille and would want me to be with her and the grandchildren. Wicked is a prequel to the Wizard of Oz. I love how it explained the beginnings of the Wicked Witches of the West and East, as well as how Glinda the good witch got started. The origins of the scarecrow and the tin man were also explained. It was an incredible production and I especially loved the music.
I loved being with all the grandsons and spent most of my time with them trying to put this 550 piece puzzle together. Chase is the one who started it, but by the next morning I couldn't resist trying to put a few pieces in. Pretty soon Tanner was helping and even Jordan put in some pieces, too. It took us 2 days to do it. I was convinced that we were missing at least 20 pieces, but as it turned out, there were only 2 pieces missing--one edge piece on the top right and the second piece is missing from the top of the head of the puppy on the right. If you look carefully, you will be able to see the 2 places where they are missing. I took a lot of photos of the kids working on the puzzle, but not one of them downloaded to my computer. My batteries were low and I guess that I didn't have enough battery power to have them save to the camera's memory stick. However, on the day I left, I put in new batteries, so I took one more shot of the puzzle and one shot of Chase's room. Those are the only 2 shots that actually were saved. I wanted to put photos of the boys on this post, so I looked for photos of them that I hadn't posted. Eureka! I discovered that I had neglected to post all their photos of my 2008 Christmas visit with them.
When I was a high school student in Price and also when I was a student at BYU, I would always play Christmas carols every July which probably confirmed to my roommates that I was a tad unconventional. Christmas has always been my favorite time of year and I thought the music was too beautiful to only be heard once a year. So . . . in honor of that tradition of my younger years, I will now post some great photos of last Christmas in Arizona:
Here the boys are waiting at the top of the stairs for their parents to give them permission to go find out what Santa had brought, but they can't go down without their parents being there, too. Notice that Chase is having a hard time waking up.
Here is their living room before the family went downstairs. Isn't the tree beautiful?
Here is their living room before the family went downstairs. Isn't the tree beautiful?
Below is the Nativity set I gave Camille after she moved to Arizona. Trevor can hardly wait every year for Camille to put out her "Christmas action figures." This is displayed on the beautiful cedar chest that belonged to my mom.
Here are the wise men by their tent that are also part of the Nativity set that I gave to Camille. I love how they not all riding on camels. The one you can't see very well is actually on an elephant and another is on a horse. This Nativity set was made in Italy and I love all of the figures, houses, etc. Each figure has a name and a story written about him, too.
Finally, the kids are downstairs opening their presents.
Look how beautiful Camille looks even after she stayed up most of the night. Chase got more sleep and he is still having a tough time waking up.Here Chase is examining the stilts that he got. Dana tells me that Randy had a pair of stilts that he actually could walk on. I am amazed at how Randy could do so many things. (Chase still doesn't look very awake, but at least he is standing.)
Here is Jordan showing off some new clothes.
Trevor is trying out his new crossbow in the photo below:
This is the last time I saw their dog Pepper alive. It is such a nice photo of him that I had to post it. After Christmas, we were invited over to Allyson Anderson's house for dinner. Since her husband Vance served a mission in Italy, he cooked us a sumptuous Italian meal. Camille and Allyson were best friends up in Montana, and now they are both together again in the Phoenix area. I always called Allyson my other daughter, and her mom Carole has always been a dear friend of mine, too.