Nearly two weeks ago I jumped in my car and headed "up north" to help Chase welcome this little guy into the world.
My role in the whole labor and delivery process was a different one this time around. Where I was part of Kimbrey's sub-support team when Chase was born, when Brody entered the world Chase and I were home playing. And although being there to watch Chase enter this world was wonderful, watching my daughter sick and in pain was not. So being home playing with Chase was much more pleasant for me. Here are Chase and Drew building pinewood derby cars.
No, Drew has not reverted back to his eight year old self. The young adult ward here was having their own pinewood derby. For Family Home Evening. And Drew cut a big hunk off the end of his car in order to make it Corvettish. That cut off piece was Chase's pinewood derby car. Later that night when we were outside Chase found a hunk of wood, picked it up, held it up for me to see and said, "Car!" I'm afraid we've completely confused him. It was a fun couple of days hangin' out, just me and Chase.
Then this guy came home. Icing on the cake!
On Friday Dave pretty badly wanted to exploit his grandsons for political gain by taking them to Governor Herbert's birthday bash at Hogal Zoo, but the bash didn't start until 5:00 and Aiden, who had come to see the baby with his Momma, had a long drive home, so we took the boys to the Children's Museum.
Chase is a little bit fanatic about hoses. He loves them! Whenever he sees a hose of any kind, he "needs" to touch it, or if he can't touch it, tickle it. Or if he can't tickle it, just longingly look at it. The Children's Museum was hose heaven for Chase.
Hoses, hoses, everywhere. What is a two year old lover of hoses to do? Play with them, of course!
Here he is checking the chickens for eggs ;)
And here is one of Aiden on his construction equipment. See how in to it you have to get? Even screwing up your mouth helps get the job done. Yes, were a fun group while we were there, but there were a couple of sad boys when we left.
and the weather was finally warm, so we decided to try Hunter Canyon . . . . because there was an arch about 1/2 mile up the trail and, seeing as how we were hiking with a one month old baby, and a girl who had given birth just one month ago, we needed a landmark to stop at, sit down, and evaluate whether we should continue on, or ooohh and ahhhh at the beautiful arch, turn around and go home. 
I did mountain climb like a goat up to Hunter Arch to get pictures, but those will come later, because getting those pictures is a story all on it's own. By the way Michelle, we found another arch for you! Anyway, there really is a reason my face is so red in this picture. 
But today's story involves a little boy and two bigger little boys who stayed behind to throw rocks in the water while Dave and I climbed up to the arch.
Throw rocks and revel in the enormous splash they made. Look closely and you can see the look of utter delight on Brennan's face. And the splash marks all over the rocks.
See, the way to tell the size of the boy is by size of his rock, and let me tell you, the rocks just got bigger and bigger . . . .
And so did the splashes :)
Should I be worried that my family finds joy in such simple things?
