On Sunday (June 25) we went to Stake Conference with Ann and James/Kirk and Eliza's stake, then we got everything packed to go back to Brigham City for a few days. On the way we stopped for a Glenn family dinner at Debra and Tony's house. Natalie shared some videos with pictures and then she got these pictures of Grandma and Grandpa with the grandchildren (top) and great-grandchildren (bottom) who were there. What a treasure.
It was nice to get to talk to whoever we could, even if it was short. I guess when we live far away we just have to take whatever we can.
We spent the next couple of days with my family again. My mom seemed to be doing a lot better. She was mostly using a cane instead of the walker and she had made some good progress with bending her knee.
These were the best pictures I could get of Ann Marie and Lena.
Everyone get on top of Ian!
All good things come to an end, and it was time to go back home. We turned in the massive ten-passenger van and decided we're never buying that model (blind spots everywhere, driver's seat not ergonomic, and lots of other annoying quirks).
The flight home was hard for me. The morning sickness had gotten pretty bad for me by this point (I don't throw up when pregnant, but I feel icky and most foods make me gag). In Denver I ended up taking a power nap on the floor, which helped a little. I remember there was some turbulence on of the flights that was about too much for me (normally I can handle it).
Also, would you believe this little sweetie can be a little pill sometimes? I sat with her from Denver to Atlanta and she didn't stop talking or moving the entire time. She was constantly putting her tray (and mine) up and down, asking for things from her bag, tossing things into my lap (including food and drinks), and poking and prodding at me. The car seat at least kept her in place, but she was still a lot to handle.
But eventually we made it and somehow got all the suitcases and bags and car seats to the shuttle and then our van. (Heidi was very tired and wasn't much help this time.) We had an extra backpack that we checked with the suitcases because I had a bunch of my books. My grandparents had apparently been storing them for several years and passed them on to my parents when they moved out of their house. I found my copy of War and Peace, and after talking to Ryan's sister Amy about it I decided to try one more time to finish it (I'm almost done--just part 2 of the epilogue left!). There were a lot of other things I had forgotten about (including some things I decided to throw away). I had to leave a lot there because we wouldn't have been able to take it all on the plane, but we brought some of my old jewelry boxes (which the girls love).
It's kind of hard to get to the airport and feel like you're done and then realize you still have a two-hour trip home in the car. But it was pretty great to finally get home. My flowers had gotten huge while we were gone.

















