"BaLlS iN mY pOcKeT"

I forgot to tell you a super funny story about the day we left Bear Lake. While we were packing up the trailers and getting things ready to go, Andi and Ryder went for a walk (well took their little bike and scooter, they wanted to be like their big brothers) down into this field in between our camp and the beach. They played and after a while of them being down there, Jenn went and found them and had them come up so that we could leave.

We got a phone call from Jenn as we were coming down Parley's Canyon to tell us what Ryder had just told her. Out of nowhere, while he was sitting in the truck, he blurtted out, "Mom, I've got balls in my pocket." He went on to tell her that he and Andi had collected balls on their walk on the beach. She asked to see them, so he dug them out of his pocket and put them in her hand. It was dark, so she thought they were little pebbles or sea shells because of their size. She turned on the light and they were little RABBIT POOPS! So, after she told me, I grabbed the skirt that Andi had been wearing that day (I had changed her into her jammies in Evanston) and guess what I found in her pockets... RABBIT POOP!

Even though its pretty gross, I thought it was so funny and absolutely LOVE kid stuff like this! These are the little things that make life memorable. We haven't stopped laughing, so hopefully you too will get a kick out of our little ones collecting "rocks."