We took the girls shopping, and they have have never been better than when they had their own cart. It's almost worth the extra drive to Smiths Marketplace.
We spent some time pretending to fix the go-cart. Braelyn must be my father's grandchild because she can already go to the toolbox and find a philips or flathead screwdriver, hammer, wrench and needle nose pliers. I am hoping to train Berkley to cook for me and Braelyn to fix everything!



When it starts to rain we usually find ourselves congregating on the porch to watch it. This particular day we were waiting for someone to stop and ask if we had locked ourselves out.
After the sun finally came out we were invited to go out on the boat. I was nervous about how Berkley would act, and she did not disappoint. She was absolutely miserable the entire time. We can't figure out why no one can make a life-jacket for babies that isn't totally miserable! Once the boat would start moving she would just snuggle down with her water bottle and pout. She is absolutely not a water baby yet. Braelyn on the other hand has completely taken hold of this beach bum lifestyle! She loves to ride on the boat, loves to hold up the flag (for a few seconds anyway), jumps in the water, and especially loves to drive the boat! I had to do my first ski of the season and it has become tradition that when I do this at Utah Lake I absolutely plow out and hurt myself, my family thinks I'm showing off, because I usually don't get my hair wet when I ski, but I really am just kind of a spaz. I came away with a bruise and a headache this year. Kevin tried slalom skiing again, and I was proud of him, it's not easy to come into a family that grew up on the water and try to do these things, he gave it a good shot but didn't quite get up this time, but I'm sure he will before this summer is over. He still loves to do the skim skate and both he and Taylor had fun doing tricks on that this night.
My Mom wanted to put the boat on the trailer for her first time, and as we waited for my dad to back the trailer down, we saw a boat pull onto it's trailer completely crooked she was just gunning the engine, shooting water everywhere. We assumed because she was almost tipped on the side, that she was trying to back off to get on straight, but suddenly the truck peeled up the ramp, squealing it's tires, smoking and turn around the corner so fast, he was about on two wheels, and the boat was so crooked it was bouncing all over, and the girl driving the boat was just screaming. I thought the boat was going to roll off onto the other cars in the parking lot. It scared me so bad that I screamed even though I was holding Berkley and she was sleeping. Everyone in the marina was just staring at them, we couldn't believe what we had just seen, it was totally silent! My Mom got our boat on great and as we pulled out of the ramp, we this other boat surrounded by cops, lights flashing, and the driver was doing sobriety tests. It's scary to think they were probably drunk on the lake, but I'm glad they were stopped, before someone really got hurt this time.
The Cedar Hills celebration was earlier than usual this year, and it was way too expensive for the pass, but we did get to see the parade. Kevin got up early that morning to go for a run, and set out a blanket to save a spot. When we walked down that morning, there was one car parked on the entire street and our blanket was right behind it! They were trying to get it moved, but we just laughed and squished down by the people next to us. In years past we have come home with too much candy to carry, but this year it seemed to be about how much advertising they could cram in your face. I even had someone stop and ask for my name and phone number so they could test Braelyn for reading disabilities. Talk about a celebration! Braelyn liked to wave and when someone would throw candy, she would grab one piece run it back to me and then go out for another piece. Luckily Kevin was there to guard her candy from the big kids who would swarm in form everywhere, because she was much too slow to grab it on her own. I think once you go to junior high, you should let the little ones have a turn, but maybe that's just me. Braelyn hated all the things with sirens and would cover her ears, which cracked me up, as she tried to pick up candy with her hands on her head. The cooloest part of the parade was at the end, when a funeral home, had four horses, all decked out with black feathers on the bridles and everything, pulling one of those enclosed glass carriages they put a casket in, and the drivers looked like something straight out of the haunted mansion, I think they were 300 years old. It was very spooky, and I got chills when they went by, but it all looked very cool!
My mom decided to clean out and paint the garage for my dad's birthday. I thought she was crazy to attempt it in this heat, but she worked endlessly and the garage looks wonderful. She let Braelyn help her paint one afternoon, and Braelyn would say, "I'm such a good painter!" And then she would sing, I am A Child of God, at the top of her lungs.