Sunday, November 22, 2015

Idaho II

Some earlier tenants of the house where Mary and Berrick are living built a playground in the junk area behind the yard.  A lot of it has rotted away by now, but there was enough left for some good exploring and adventuring.  

 None of the kids were convinced that this old fashioned tire swing was safe until Todd demonstrated for them.  B still did not want to do it alone, but that was pretty typical until the last day and a half of our visit.

 Sammy had doubled in size since Grandma and Grandpa saw him last.  Grandma was soaking up the snuggles.

B discovered a child sized tunnel through the round hay bales.
 We went up to the river ditch to throw rocks into the water.  A few cow pies were definitely also thrown.

 Nothing makes kids happy like getting very dirty.
 Eli seemed right at home in the throng of children, especially if his Mimi (Aunt Barb) was around.
 Later we took the four wheeler down the road to Aunt Reah and Uncle Jim's house to play with his pet chickens and turkeys.  The fact that these are pets is an important distinction.  Uncle Jim's beloved flock of birds fattened on table scraps and white bread are not to be eaten.  Every time we come, Jim seems to have one animal or another that is getting his special care.  Once I remember him carrying around a kitten every time we were at his house.
 Sisters in the fall leaves.
 Sammy had a precious nap on Grandpa's lap.
 Uncle Boyd got Jared's letter, and planned to take Jared fishing as requested.  The wind was blowing in true Idaho style when we went to the pond.  With Josh and Uncle Boyd both helping with baiting and casting, all of the kids got more chances to fish, even though it was late in the day.  Here is Jared reeling in the first catch of the day.
 B loved holding the fishing pole.
 Here is Todd looking handsome and windblown as he watches the kids fish.
 Sammy was very tolerant of the wind.
 As you can see, B was warming up to Uncle Boyd.
 Eloise caught the biggest fish.   Here she is holding it, and sporting the necklace she made from beads provided by Aunt Barbara.  She got to be pretty good at casting on her own.
Jared caught the last fish of the day, too.  Josh was laughing because this fish was so tiny.  I've seen bigger goldfish.  Jared still did not want to touch the slimy fish.
 Going on a trip is the perfect time to shake up a baby's routine, right?  Well, probably not, but while we were in Idaho, Sammy decided very emphatically to give up swaddling, which improved his sleep slightly, and he also decided to start eating solid foods, after Grandma fed him jello salad off of her finger.  Eloise captured this picture of Sammy struggling with some rice cereal.  Swallowing solid foods did not come very naturally to him, no matter how hungry he was.
Between fishing, cows, endless dirt, tractors, chickens, golf cart, motorcycle, and four wheeler rides, grandparents galore, delicious meals, ripe apples on the tree, Boyd and Barbara's newly rebuilt house with a huge basement room, beads to string, worms to dig, farm junk to reorganize and build clubhouses with, and endless sunshine, the Jolley ranch is a magical wonderland for children.

Since Mary was home with her new baby, Aunt Reah and Josh were the nursery leaders, solidifying B's attachment to Josh.  For the rest of our time in Idaho, B wanted to do everything with "Joss."  Sammy tries very hard to crawl forward, but he primarily ends up scooting backwards instead, to his chagrin.  He does pivot and roll very efficiently, but he really wants to crawl.  He tries to go forward and pushes himself backward until he gets distracted from his objective or gets smashed into a corner, and then he calls for help.

 Before we left for home we had to get a family picture with Grandpa Jolley.  He said that when he heard that Sammy was born, and named after him (his middle name is Dale for his great grandpa), he had been reading in the Book of Mormon about Samuel the Lamanite.  He found that timing significant.  I hope, even if our Sammy does not have any memories with his great grandfather, that he can carry on his legacy of hard work, spirituality, and deep commitment to Jesus Christ.

 The kids wanted to get a picture with Grandma Pat, too, before we left.  She is just as sweet as she can be, even if she is often confused.
And, with that, we were off on other adventures in Utah.

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