The Future . . .

Is in these faces. And I'm not even worried!

About ten hours after arriving home from dropping Drew off at the MTC (sob) I got back in the car and headed BACK to Salt Lake with all of these girls. Plus one more that we couldn't get to put her phone down long enough to jump in the picture.

Oh, there she is, the one in the back talking on her phone. That's Bonnie and she seriously talked on her cell phone the ENTIRE time we were ohhhing and Ahhhing over the lights at Temple Square. Kids these days :)

I drove the Landcruiser CLEAR FULL of Beehives. I now know why they are called Beehives!! They are busy little people, these Beehives. They NEVER sleep, and they don't stop TALKING. EVER! But they are so darn cute :)

We stayed in the home of a very nice lady in Riverton who let us sleep on her white carpet and came running every time we couldn't get her front door to open. I said, "Sorry we can't open your door, but we're from the country." She insisted the problem was with her door, not with us. See, very nice lady.These cute girls were the lone Laurels. They rode in a whole separate car and slept all the way. They left the Beehives to me. Thanks girls.

And this cute girl in one of our fearless leaders. She had just won those beads in a killer White Elephant game. I won a toilet plunger. I have no White Elephant game skills at all. But I had fun!! And I'm told that is all that matters. That and helping to build the future. I love it!

He's A Missionary Now . . .

We love you, we will miss you, but what an adventure lies ahead!

Saying Goodbye . . .

Marie-Laure will leave us on Wednesday. Who knew it would be so hard to say goodbye to someone you have only known three shorts months? First Marie-Laure will leave, then Drew . . I can't stand it. I'm not going to think about it any more. This is a video Marie-Laure made for us. Enjoy it - "It's REALLY cute!" (Imagine that said with a cute French accent). We will miss you, Marie-Laure :'(

A Real Wilderness Experience

You don't stay at the Cozzens house for any length of time and then try to leave without having what we lovingly call A Real Wilderness Experience. A Real Wilderness Experience always starts with us going out into the wilderness to have a good time and ends with a lot of, well, yelling going on. And we provided that today for Marie-Laure. Lucky her!

In our defense, we told her before we left that we were going out to have A Real Wilderness Experience, so I think the fact that she still came along with us made her at least partially responsible. We went into Canyonlands through Beef Basin and over Elephant Hill. It was a beautiful day. Perfect for A Real Wilderness Experience.

At first Marie-Laure reveled in the excitement of the day. She spent part of the ride standing up through the sun roof . . .

But eventually, she just climbed right out onto the roof and rode there. That's me driving. See my face sticking out the window?

Then after a while, we decided to just let Marie-Laure drive. And she did a great job chauffeuring us through the desert. Especially considering she doesn't drive. Well, she doesn't drive France. She drives here because we let her . . . because she likes to drive.

And for a girl who hasn't even driven much on smooth, straight roads, she really did great on bumpy dirt roads. Although she kept repeating, "This is really, really dangerous!" And if you tried to talk to her, "Shhtt! I need concentration." Then right down the hill she would go.

She would come to a challenging place like this and say, "This is not for drive, it is for walk!" Or, "Oo la la, it is NOT possible!" But she proved herself wrong every time and just kept on driving.

The yelling part of the Real Wilderness Experience involved a steep, rocky hill, Dave screaming "Brake! Brake!", Marie-Laure not understanding driving terminology, and all of us shooting backwards down the steep, rocky hill until coming to a sudden stop when the Landcruiser hit a rock and got high centered. My kids are nodding their heads now and say, "Yep, Real Wilderness Experience!"

But I lifted and pushed and Dave drove and we got that Landcruiser unstuck and made it home in time for the Adult Meeting of Stake Conference. It was a beautiful day for a Real Wilderness Experience - Although Marie-Laure is not sure she will ever be the same again.

American Castles

It's always fun to see the beautiful things of our area through a visitors eyes, to see the awe as they turn the corner and witness the grandeur of Delicate Arch in real life instead of on a Utah lisence plate, for instance. But it has been a whole new experience seeing these things through the eyes of not only a visitor, but a foreigner to our country. I was talking with Marie-Laure, the delightful French girl who has been staying with us for the past several months, and told her that in France, their castles were my favorite things to visit. She was mystified as to why that would be. In France, castles are everywhere. "You have no castles in the United States?" she asked. "No." "Why no castles?" she asked. I explained that our country was not only too young for castles, but that we had never been ruled by a monarchy - no kings and queens have ruled here - well, unless you count the King of England, but he didn't bother building a castle, which is why we kicked him out. So we took Marie-Laure to Mesa Verde to see the oldest buildings we have in the United States - which would be basically on par with the age of those fascinating castles we visited while in France. I'm not sure you can really refer to Indian ruins as castles, but it was the closest ancient thing I could come to, so we climbed the 32 foot ladder into the Balcony House to see, well, a castle.

And I'm not sure a cute 19 year old girl was appropriately impressed with the ruins, which may have had more to do with her lack of understanding of our English speaking guide, but the rest of us were.We also made a point to tour Cliff Palace since we were on a castle tour. I think you will agree that this is pretty castle like. Although she still thinks her visit to Las Vegas was better, at least I will know that she will go home in a few weeks having seen some of the most beautiful parts of our country. Some of our history, our legacy. Our castles.

I Want To Do It Again!!

He just left and I'm already missing all of this cuteness. And I've decided . . . I want to do it all over again. I want to have five sweet babies one at a time, maybe with some type of epidural this time though. I want to chase them around, play with them all day, and rock them to sleep. I want to do it all over again, but this time with Drew and Marie-Laure and Dave all helping so I can still go to work, to Young Women's, teach seminary, and basically do whatever I want to because there is a built in babysitter. Yes, it's been a fun week for all of us.
And we kept all the rules. Here is a list of things that we did NOT let Chase do this week.

1. We did not let Chase take Dee Dee - his favorite blanket - outside. Not ONCE!!
2. We did not have to resort to creative feeding methods to get him to eat anything besides peaches.
3. We did not loose him. Not one single time was he ever lost


Alright, he took Dee Dee outside, but we didn't let him drag Dee Dee around in the dirt.

And even if we had, all you have to do is shake Dee Dee real hard and she comes clean as a whistle.

And here is Marie-Laure using our claw toy to feed Chase his vegetables. But hey, it worked and you just use whatever works when it comes to getting little boys to eat their vegetables. Besides, I think they really do this in France :) Edited - Marie-Laure says NO they do not feed babies this way in France.

But we didn't loose him, which was the most important of the the three, right?
Or did we ?
O.K., funny story. Marie-Laure was outside on the back porch watching Chase, but she was barefooted out there. All of the sudden she comes tearing into the house, grabs her shoes, starts cramming them on her feet, and in the process, looks up at me and says, (Imagine a cute French accent) "Chase is lost." Then, seeing the horrified look on MY face, she says, "I joke! I joke" and then she goes tearing back out the door. So, I don't THINK we lost him, but I guess I can never really be sure. All I know is that we sent him back home today. Safe and sound. Back to the arms of his Mommy and Daddy. Lucky stiffs.

Some People Are Just Too Curious . . .

I was going to drag this out until Dave's family all arrived tomorrow, but someone at work with the initials DD is annoyed with me, so my clues will come faster and on facebook now.