Shinob Kibe

Hike to the top of Shinob Kibe:

 All the reviews we read for this hike said it was very family friendly. It was only 3/4 mile to the top, but about 1/4 of the way up, we thought we were on the wrong trail. It was extremely steep. There were a few tears and my heart was pounding watching the little kids try to traverse it. But after that point, it was a cinch. It took much longer than the 8 minute record of reaching the top, but what can you expect with a crew of varying ages? The little guy was carried most of the way up and back.

At the top of Shinob Kibe is a mailbox with paper in it to sign when you reach the top. There is also a notebook with the history of the peak. It was very informative. 

The hike down was much faster and easier. Even the child who was scared for her life on the way up practically ran down. We would recommend this hike to anyone. 

Not a Baby Anymore

Xander has had long hair for awhile. I have not wanted to cut it because it has been so cute.

Longest his Hair was

    

after a quick haircut by mom
(that was terrible by the way)

I finally broke down and got him a good haircut. What do you think?

Goofy face--playing the Wii with his sis

I think he looks older and much more like his older brothers than ever before.

Where I'm From Part 2

Where I'm From

Grant

I am from the pages I read, from box scores and Nike.

I am from wrestling and roughhousing, kids trampling through the house.

I am from the bent fence in the back, and the BYU lawn gnome.

I am from praying each morning, and dark-ish hair, from Grandmas and Grandpas, The Greenman’s, Nielson’s, and Kristina Belina

I am from lax laughing, and silly stories.

From Larry and Skedule and The Mudball Maniacs, The Squirrely Squinters and tree house trap doors.

I am from praying with my family before school, and 6 hour Sundays.

I’m from Provo and Brigham Young, The State of the Solo star, clean sin city, and Antimony.

From Potatoes that are baked, mashed, lathered in ranch and gravy, and chocolate chip cookies kept in Tupperware dishes with the heel of the bread.

From getting hit by a car while on my bike, moving from state to state, tripping and falling on my nose, and having same-week birthdays

I am from the top drawer, my closet (my cache), and under my bed, where I hide my candy from my siblings and keep my work from the past, so I can revisit old times.

Where I'm From

Where I`m From

Jacob

I`m from practicing basketball, eating Hershey’s, and grandma and grandpa’s house.

         From roughhousing, craziness and hugs.

         I`m from desert sagebrush and blowing sunflowers.

         I am from pulling weeds, brown hair, and hazel eyes.

         From 4 siblings and 2 loving parents.

         I`m from laughter and loud grass hopper.

         From the childhood stories of Larey and Skudule.

         I am from prayer and “ I am a child of god”.

          I`m from hot and humid Texas, and snowy, cold Utah.

         I`m from chocolate chip cookies and baked potatoes.

I`m from vacuumed hands, cracked open skulls, and the school nurse.

         I am from Newport Beach, LaVell Edwards stadium, and home sweet home.

*Poem from English class 2013 (they were given the prompts to write their own 'Where I'm From' poems).