Oh Montana...

I do love you. I love you so much, I decided I needed to live on Montana Street in Washington State. But, I have decided that never again will I try to visit your beauty without my dear husband. Don't get me wrong, thing went much better than planned until the day came for us to go home. Montana didn't want us to leave and I got really sick and spent a day and a half feeling like I was going to die. It wouldn't have been so bad except Mom and Racheal got deathly sick as well and there was no one to take care of us or watch the boys for most of the day. It was awful and just about the worst sickness I've ever had. Thankfully, I was recovered enough after 3 days I was just able to make it home, but I pushed myself too hard on the way home and relapsed the next day. Over a week later and I am still feeling the effects of it, but that could be partly due to the weekend I just had. I had the opportunity to go to Time Out For Women in Spokane with a couple of my aunts, sisters and mom. It was wonderful, but I am completely exhausted. I know this is short, but I don't have the energy or willpower to write anymore, so I'll leave you with these delightful pictures of our time in Montana. Love you all and I hope you are doing well!

What I woke up to at 6am the morning we left. Maybe this should have been my sign to stay home, but all things considered I'm really glad we did go.

He's getting to be such a big boy! No, he can't actually work the tractor on his own yet, he had help getting up there.

Cake time! Liz's birthday was on Friday the 16th, but we didn't get to celebrate it until Sunday night because of Stake Conference. Morgan, Justin's wife, made her an ice cream cake that was really yummy :)

My Daddy

Uncle Aaron, fresh off his mission! He left for his first semester at BYU-Idaho on Monday the 19th and was as sick as we were on the first day of classes. Fun stuff.

Guess what! No, I'm not finished yet, but I am one step closer! I have a half a monkey left and Jackson's name and then I'm completely done. I just have to find the bag with my thread in it...

They loved this! Owen would climb in there by himself and Jackson would pull him around.

This is what Jackson did while I was bringing myself back from the dead. He made a friend and kept himself out of too much trouble. I was so proud of him for being so good while I wasn't feeling so hot.

So much for getting things washed, folded and packed nicely. Of course my human tornado would find it and make short work of it. I love my baby.