Tenny started t-ball.
Grandma's bulbs blossomed, as they have for more than 75 years. (She got these from her mom's garden when she was married.)
Grandpa's old steel traps.
Brand new on the Bailey farm.
The law and decency finally meet up in the restroom of an Indian restaurant.
M'lady.
Mormon boys in their Sunday best.
Purple haze surrounds the Assembly Hall.
Supplies! Julie teasing us at Sugarhouse Park.
On top of Ensign Peak.
It's hard to keep up with Tennyson. In one morning, all before 8:00 a.m., we caught him eating a bowl of pure brown sugar while watching cartoons, and then sneaking a 2-liter into his favorite backyard hiding spot.
We like the way this guy rolls.
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