You may have been questioning why Jennie and I were baking so many cinnamon rolls--and I assure you that it was not out of sheer boredom. Motherhood craziness might have had something to do with it--but it was for a cause. Our assembly hosted a Young People's (Youth) weekend as we have over past Memorial Day weekends. Saturday morning we had several diligent young ladies show up early to help us get breakfast ready on time. Thank you for all your help, ladies!
Nora and Landon participated in a rousing game of ping pong. Perhaps we are slightly biased, but they are quite fun to watch.
Mid-day we took the party to a park--and what incredible weather we were gifted with. Can't imagine a more perfect day! While the energetic teens and twenty somethings played all manner of sports and ran around on a photo scavenger hunt, those of us with younguns went for a walk.
Naps that were supposed to happen...didn't.
But we did find the beach. And not having a swim suit along does not bother little ones.
After we returned it was time to help at Katherine's iced coffee and Italian soda stand. There was a lot of business, seeing as the beverages were free.
And there is my quite spoiled daughter being held while sipping her Italian soda and having her feet massaged.
And a soccer boy.
I sat in the shade and aimed my camera at all the cute kiddos.
Er, not a cute kiddo--Hi Fuzzy!
This was one very tired boy, I tell you.
Besties. Cuties, too.
After that, I forgot about my camera for the rest of the weekend. No shots of the "choose your own decade" theme dinner which was full of wild and crazy costumes, not to mention delicious food--including one of my favorite desserts--cream puffs! No pictures of our Monday hike to Poo Poo Point. Yep, you read that correctly. Native American name, so I hear. Just proves to me that a twelve year old boy is a twelve year old boy no matter what the culture. We had planned to go along on the hike and stop when our little family got tired. We had no driving force compelling us to go the whole two miles up and two miles back down. Not until Ezra ran off with the kids at the front of the pack, that is. And then we were required to go to the top to claim our child. I am still in pain. I am aware of my age. I am not proud of my out of shapeness. It just happened. After the hike we drove out to Snoqualmie to enjoy a hot dog supper hosted by Dallas and Lisa. We also enjoyed a walk down memory lane as we used to live in Snoqualmie. Our dear sweet little house has been abandoned by the folks who bought it from us. The Bank now owns it and it has notices in the window. I just about wept while I peeked in the windows and remembered holding my first two newborns in those rooms. Being at the park where I used to walk the kids all the time was fun, of course. And Jennie was kind enough to share these last few photos of the afternoon with me.
Trouble, I tell ya!
All in all, the weekend was fun. I am still tired, but it was fun. Thanks for all those who faced the sky rocketing gas prices and drove up, down and over to join the fun!