The Carnivore

OH my goodness? Could I be any luckier? I don't think I could.

Ever since Deedle got confused and called the carnival a "carnivore" last year, I can't rightly call it anything else. This year Chancho left me for a backpacking trip so I had to go it alone. But that was okay. Chancho has never left me to go on any type of trip (other than one or two overnighters for work) during our entire marriage. I, on the other hand, go to St. George each year with my sisters, and traveled many times to Guatemala and Haiti sans him or the kids. So, he deserved to go, even if the backpacking event turned out to be much more of a survival camp than a vacation.

My sister Amy and her husband Al once again hosted the S. O. Days celebration in their backyard. There was a lot of good food, family, a perfect entrance to the park and carnival, and a prime spot for viewing the fireworks. And, best of all, lots of wonderful cousins to help out with the kids. Here Ryliegh and Tess head off to the carnival with the girls.Jessica and Jordan were the best. They took my kids on tons of rides which I couldn't do because I had Finn snuggled in a pack (and because I would have thrown up). String Cheese is especially grateful!!!Come to find out, my girls are extreme dare devils when it comes to the rides and Deedle was very sad that she was not allowed to ride everything she wanted to. And poor Loumy was forced to grow up quickly. He started out on rides like this:

But then, never willing to be outdone by his older sisters, he was forced into stuff like this:I also got to meet Christian's darling new fiancee, Sara.The End