our 4th of july

After seven years of marriage, Dave and I have experienced quite a few fun 4th of July celebrations. But this year we came to the conclusion that we really love spending the 4th here in Provo.

Dad joined us for the parade after he ran (and placed 3rd in his division) the Freedom Run 5K.

Some of the Wihongi kids observing the parade.

I love seeing war veterans in parades. I always feel so proud of them—even though I don’t know who they are.

One of our highlights of the parade is seeing the missionaries. I love the cheers they get.

This car was so funky. I felt sorry for the boring Toyotas that followed it.

Back at the house, we hung out and had a bbq. The kids were entertained with a simple running game that involved a bed sheet.




Then we headed over to Rock Canyon park to watch the fireworks from Stadium of Fire.
This was one of our views,

and this was another.

The kids all rolled down the huge hill about a 782 times,

which makes you pretty dizzy.



The big boys played some soccer,



and Joey preferred playing with them instead of the little kids.

Gwen busied herself by shoving popcorn into her mouth,

but remembered to show me her empty mouth before running off to play.





The fly-by


It was a great 4th and I’m so proud to be an American.

seven years, no itch

Happy Anniversary Dave.

After all we’ve been through, I’m more in love with you now than I was seven years ago. I honestly couldn’t ask for a better husband.

nub you,
holly

feeding bodies and souls

We took a trip to the Oquirrh Mountain open house with Grandpa K., the Wihongis and the Indiana Kewishes. This seems like an obvious statement, but it was really beautiful, inside and out.

It was a bright and sunny day. Not to mention, very warm.

My girls.

Two year olds are easily entertained,

especially when they find mom’s purse.




This one kind of reminds me of Wood’s American Gothic.

Later we took a much anticipated trip to the BYU Creamery. They only had about three flavors though because their “machine is broken” or some such silly excuse. The adults left a bit disappointed and the children, sticky.





I highly recommend both activities, unless you are looking forward to eating BYU’s graham finale ice cream.
Cue the sad Charlie Brown music as I lower my head and drag my feet home from the Creamery.

out of the heat and into some water

When you are outnumbered 10 kids to 3 adults, it can be a scary thing. Especially if they are armed with homemade light sabers and funky hats.

That’s when you have to get a little creative.
It’s also good to implement a little child labor every now and then.




But when they start getting too wet from washing the car, just get the slip ‘n’ slide out and everyone will be happy.
This was Gwen’s one and only run on the slip ‘n’ slide. I love her little body and expression!

















This one of Inez flying off the end of the slip ‘n’ slide makes me laugh so hard!


It’s a win-win for everyone involved.