Priorities

Really, can you think of anything more important in life than family?  

I most definitely cannot.  Family is what makes life fun, happy, exciting, and humorous.  Family is everything.

Sam, Max, and I headed to Utah last week to help celebrate my Grandma Verda's 85th birthday.  She has always, always made family her priority.  She is probably the best family party thrower and planner out there.  She can think of any excuse to have a get together...birthdays, showers, holidays, or just because we haven't seen each other since last week.  

So, it was fitting that 80 family members showed up to celebrate 85 wonderful years with her last week.  It was the perfect party for the most perfect woman I know.

I was so happy to be part of it all.

 

 

 We also made time for some other Salt Lake fun.

We hit up the Farmers' Market.

A definite must when in SLC on a Saturday morning.

 

We swam and swam and swam all while enjoying the gorgeous, green mountains in the background.

Max was a dare devil and made the diving board his new best friend.

We reconnected with some old friends. 

 Kelsey and Kelsey got to work helping me make a quilt for baby Jimmer.  

Okay, so I mostly just watched them and took mental notes.  Have I mentioned before how craft-impaired I am?

 We just enjoyed a few days to hang out with people we love most.  

(Oh...can your mom still do headstands?  Because mine totally can!)

Happy birthday, Grandma Verda!  Thanks for giving us another reason to get together!

Daddy-o

These little guys have one great dad.  Both of them were overjoyed to hear that we'd be heading downtown this afternoon to deliver our Fathers Day gifts to Eric, who spent his day at work.

Sam and Max weren't the least bit worried about the questionable people loitering around the hospital entrance.  They weren't bothered by the dirty lobby floor or the less than appetizing aromas floating from the cafeteria.  They just wanted to celebrate their dad.   And celebrate we did!

They made tin can treats and could hardly wait to eat share what was inside. 

  

Eric is definitely the 'fun' parent.  Thank goodness for that!  Sam and Max love to act totally goofy around him.  

Sam adores his dad.  He wants to dress like him, eat like him, and talk like him.  He'll inspect Eric's choice of clothes and run upstairs to change into whatever he can that most resembles what Eric's got on.  He's picked up on Eric's love of plants and flowers and loves to work out in the yard alongside him.  When Eric walks in the door from work, Sam is usually quick to ask, "Hey Dad, do you want to go check on our plants?"  Sam is also excited about having "arms and legs as hairy as Daddy's someday."  Must be a guy thing.

I think Max gets a lot of his personality from Eric.  Namely being funny, loud, goofy, etc.  Whenever Max hears a door open, any door open, he runs thinking that it is Eric home from work.  He usually asks me at least a dozen times everyday when his daddy will be home.  Max loves to wrestle with Eric and almost always insists that Eric carry him where ever we go.

Eric has a lot on his plate, but he always makes time for his boys.  He adores them, too.  I feel so blessed that my (almost) three sons have such a great man to look up to.

I also feel so blessed to have such a great father myself.  My grandfathers and father-in-law are pretty great, too.  

Happy Fathers' Day!

zero

Sam and Max have loved t-ball this year.  Last night was the final game of the year and as usual Max sat in the dugout with the Purple Pirates and acted just like he was part of the team.  

They made the last game sort of a big deal by announcing all of the kids names and numbers over the speakers and having the national anthem played.  Max was disappointed to realize that he didn't have a number on the back of his shirt.  The kids on Sam's team were quick to designate Max as number zero and let him stand out on the field by them during the anthem.

I don't think they knew just how cool this made Max feel.  He was thrilled.

 Max was beyond devastated when medals were distributed after the game and there wasn't one for him.  He'll be old enough to play next summer and I'm pretty certain he's going to want in on that.

Sam and some of his buddies.

Brandon.

 

Tommy.

 

 Sammy.

 

Sam has hardly taken his medal off; except of course to let his little brother have a turn wearing it around his neck. 

Go Purple Pirates!

MCO 2k11

That's code for a Morg-A-Tours reunion.

We felt completely blessed to spend all of last week with the entire Morgan family.  We're quite the big group now; numbering 13 and 2/3.

Orlando was where we all met up and it was perfect.  I really don't know how in the world Eric scored so big and got Memorial Day weekend off, but thankfully he did!

We lived at the pool all week and watched Sam and Max turn into little fish.  

And of course, you can't go to Orlando and miss out on Disney World.  The Magic Kingdom was a huge hit for the boys.  Sam proclaimed that it was the "funnest day of his life."  

We also hit up Hollywood Studios and Downtown Disney.  All fun.  All hot and humid.  And all not quite as fun when your nearing 7 months pregnant.  But that's the life of a mother I guess. 

Don't feel too sorry for me.  I may have missed out on Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, and Star Tours, but I did get to ride around on a motorized scooter.  This little baby I'm toting around inside has made walking and standing for very long pretty uncomfortable!  My feet and back were oh so grateful.

  

A Morgan vacation isn't complete without a trip to the ocean.  We drove to St. Pete's beach for a day and it was perfect.  We even saw dolphins!

  I didn't realized just how much Sam and Max would love the ocean.  They were little beach bums and played in the warm waves all afternoon.  It was hard to pull them out of the water.  

 

These little girlies loved the sand and water, too!  

 

 All four Morgan cousins.  Aren't they darling?

Sam and Max adore Macey and Molly.  They couldn't keep their hands off of them all week.  Luckily, I think the girls liked their big cousins just as much!

 What a great trip!  I'm already looking forward to the next Morg-A-Tours reunion...whenever that may be. 

We're back into real life full swing again. And I'm starting to freak out just a little bit about having a newborn in just 12 weeks...am I ready for that?! 

Nope.