My dad calls us the retired couple. We have nothing on the agenda and just do whatever the day brings us. Tristan golfs. I shop. We nap, eat popsicle's, go on walks, sit in the sun, and laugh at Callen. We've begun packing! Everything is off the walls and the boxes are filling up the dining room. Three days until our mom's fly in, four days until we drive away in the moving truck. In my last few days here I plan on enjoying the hot Utah weather, saying see ya later to friends, and eating BYU creamery ice cream.
In other news...
1. We went to get a snowcone at our favorite shack and this is what we found...
Closed. By order of the Utah County Health Department. Sketchy!
2. We were in church today a total of 30 minutes when Callen started having some toots. Then he ripped a fat, juicy, loud fart that everyone around us heard and started laughing. It sounded like he destroyed his diaper. That's when we realized we forgot our diaper bag. Rookie parent mistake. So, we walked right out and went home to change the little man. Callen makes church so fun!
Anyone want to come pack and clean my house for me?
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