First of all, I need to start by saying that I totally dislike the way pictures go in backwards on blogs. So the first picture you put in actually ends up being the last one. Well this time I tried to think backwards and did okay but there are still some mixups!
This weekend we went up to Showlow/Snowflake/Taylor for a family reunion of sorts. Jeremy was super anxious to get out of town so we decided to go up on Friday while everyone else was going up on Saturday. My wipers have been in need of replacing but the weather didn't look bad when we left so we decided not to worry about it. There was no rain....for a while. When did the rain decide to appear? In the very bottom of Salt River Canyon on course. Julian & Vincent were still sleeping when we drove through Globe so we decided we would stop at the rest stop at the bottom of the canyon to feed Julian. That would have worked if the stop had been open but no such luck. So we ended up pulling off at a scenic view point and feeding Julian and having some out of the car time.
Well, we finally arrived in Snowflake and checked in to the hotel. We spent some time with my Grandpa & Grandma who had also come a day early. There were plans already set for that night that did not involve us (gotta love family cliques) so we decided to do our own thing. We went out to see the Snowflake Temple. Vincent has been learning a lot about temples in primary so when we told him where we were going he seemed to think that he couldn't go because he wasn't ready to get married but eventually we helped him understand....I hope. Oh man, I just scrolled down and realized I didn't put any pictures of the temple that night on here. Well, just imagine how pretty it was. It was all lit up and there were very few neighboring lights and there was rain and it was just beautiful. Vincent & I sang I love to see the temple as we walked around it, it was a perfect moment.
Saturday was the beginning of the Sweet Corn Festival in Taylor. It is my favorite thing ever. I highly recommend it. We went to the parade first thing in the morning. I love parades in small towns. In this picture, Vincent is eating a popsicle someone gave him from the Bashas float.
This is a picture of Jeremy & Vincent goofing around before the parade started. He is teaching him 'uncle'.
We went to go eat some corn..well I did. Jeremy & Vincent had navajo tacos. I need to add a video too. Jeremy was reading the newspaper article about the festivities of the weekend and decided to use this ridiculous accent, I think he was trying for some southern/Texan accent but it ended up sounding like Brad Pitt from that Nazi movie. It's hilarious.
Once everyone filtered into town, we ended up at the Social Hall since the parks were rained out. Vincent was playing huckle buckle bean stalk with his toy screw driver. For those of you who aren't familiar with the game someone hides an object and the others look for it and when they spot it they say 'huckle buckle bean stalk' but don't give away its location. Vincent found it in the cooler and couldn't contain his excitement.
I love this picture. This is Julian on Sunday morning.
This is one that is out of order. It is from the park on Sunday afternoon.
Our family picture at the Snowflake Temple on Sunday. From left to right... my Dad, Chani, Casi, Chance, Me, Vincent, Jeremy, Julian & my mom.
I love him. The end. Again.
Some more at the park. Vincent had so much fun playing with his cousins. He played with every single person at one time or another.
This is Julian laying in the grass. He hated how it felt, but I still like this picture.
Jeremy & Julian at the cemetary. Who knew I had so many relatives from there? I always associated it more with my dads family with Edmond Ellsworth, LeRoy Ellsworth, Frank Ellsworth, Corwin Ellsworth, etc. but then when I thought about it there was William Jordan Flake, Jefferson Hunt, Celia Mounts, and John Hunt all from my mom's family. What an incredibly family history I have!
The girls & Vincent at the memorial in Snowflake. My dad and Chance are hiding in the back. Punks.
My great uncle was buried in Showlow last year. He was an amazing person and taught me more about the gospel than anyone else. I had some family members who were so incredibly pushy and so un Christ like in their pursuits that it pushed me so much further away. I really appreciate people like Corwin who live Christ like lives and love people so purely. This is my Grandma & Jeremy at his grave in Showlow.
Chance, Julian, my dad, my grandpa, and Vincent



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