First day and counting

Cole has finally started school. He was so excited to go. I guess all kids are, right? I got him up at 7 he ate and then got dressed. I got the girls up and put them all in the car. I then ran in to get Scott (I was trying to give him as much sleep as possible.) As we left for school he says, "day one of school". I left for school 25 minutes early (the school is 2 minutes from my house). It is a good thing too because the line was out of control! We barely made it to his class in time, I mean as we walked into his classroom, the bell rang. Did I mention that we had to walk fast/run down the crowded halls of school (bad example I know but I didn't want him to be uncomfortable by being late. That and Will had given me some stern advice about not being late.) I helped him put his backpack on the rack and then he wanted me to help him find a seat. I told him goodbye and just before I left from sight, I looked back to see him talking to another student. Ahh, he is going to be just fine. I always knew he would be but it is nice to see that he was already talking to the others. After school, I waited outside for the bus to come by. As he got off the bus, his face had the biggest grin on it and it made my day. He was so happy but tired he said. The next day as we left for school 30 minutes early Cole says, "the second day of school". We got to his class 20 minutes early. It appears that since then, the drop off traffic has completely diminished...well not completely but we now go to school 15 minutes early and he is in class 5 minutes before the bell rings. Today as we get in the car to go to school he says, "the sixth day of school". I don't know how long he is going to count but as long as he loves it, I am happy.

I know, I know, I should have found a better background for his first day of school pictures but I was in a hurry and by the way things went, if I had looked, he would have been late for the first day.

Finally Three

Okay, so I find it kind of funny to get my kids excited way too soon. about 2 weeks before birthdays or other exciting events, I talk about it all the time. I remember how slowly time goes when you are young and you are anxiously awaiting something. I don't know why but I really can't help it. Well, I probably could but I don't even try. So every morning for the last 2 weeks, McKelle would walk up to me and ask if it was her birthday yet. So when I finally said yes she was so excited and said, "I'm three! I'm three!" It was really cute. It was on a Sunday so we had to get dressed and get to church, I got a little button/ribbon thing that said,"birthday girl" and she was very excited. After church, I let her help me decorate her cake and then we had a little party for her. We played musical pillows and mother may I. Then we opened presents and had cake. She LOVED her presents. It is nice when the child really loves her presents for more than 2 minutes. She still plays with all of them to this day (almost a week later) so I would say, they have longevity power. It was fun. She stayed up until 10:30 and she fell asleep in the chair. I would say that she had a great birthday. The third birthday is my favorite of all so far. The child actually knows what is going on, it you know what they are going to like in the present department (hey, it is fun to buy your kids stuff), and they get really excited and grateful. Plus, for me, I don't do friend birthdays until at least 4 years old. Easy peasy. She loves Sugar Babies and calls them, "baby sugars" it is so cute. Anyone who corrects her on that will face death! Just a warning.

So to my darling 3 year old who is to wonderful HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

4 generations

I love generational pictures so here is one. Bette Spilsbury, Titine Winsor, Polly Blevins and McKelle Blevins. I chose McKelle for this picture because of all my kids, she looks the most Segmiller of them all. We all have brown eyes and we seem to kind of follow the Segmiller genetic line.

It is just too bad that the lighting is so poor. Oh well.

Utah part 3

After the reunion, we headed down south. St. George was our destination. We made a stop in Cedar City to see Amy. I wanted to see Cassie but I had lost all of my phone numbers and I didn't see her in Smith's. What is a girl to do? So on to Dixie, no not the real Dixie, just Utah's Dixie. We swam, played and enjoyed family. I hadn't seen my Grandma in so long! She hasn't aged a day. It was so nice to see her. I also had never been to the splash park in St. George. That was fun. We played with Robert and his kids and went to Kolob.

Here are some pictures of beautiful Kolob. They would have been better if not for all the smoke in the air.

We went up with Robert and his family. Boston took all the kids for four wheeler rides, we went searching for frogs in the pond, went and saw the spot for Cole and Kim's cabin, went to look at Dad's grave, visited with Aunt Tanya and just enjoyed the beautiful mountain. It was so fun to spend some time with Robert and his kids. They are all so fun. A week later, it was back up to SLC for the Maribah Winsor reunion. All of Utah was on fire! Here are a few pictures of the back of Oak City mountain from the freeway.

We stopped in Provo to see Serena, Chris and Lauren. Serena had a little bbq and I got to meet the rest of Chris' family along with Cameron, Serena's cute little boy. Sage was walking backwards and fell down the window sill. That was kind of funny but kind of sad. I could hear her screaming bloody murder but I couldn't find her. Then I did and she is sitting at the bottom of the window sill. When I pulled her out, her leg was kind of scraped up and she insisted that I get her a band aid. Of course I didn't have one big enough for her whole thigh so we just wrapped a diaper around her thigh and she was happy with that. It looked hilarious but as long as she was happy then I was happy.

Now to the Winsor reunion. That was surprisingly fun. I didn't expect to know more than 4 people there (other than my siblings and Mom) but I was pleasantly surprised at how many people I did remember! I recognized at least half of them and remembered names and the connection of at least a forth of them. It may not sound like much but that is because we hardly ever saw any of them. I was excited to go even though I knew I wouldn't really know anyone because my Dad's family is so nice. They make you feel so welcomed and special. I really love that trait they all seem to have and I try really hard to carry it on for my nieces and nephews especially because I don't get to see them all that often but I want them to know how loved they are. Did I mention how fun they are? They play with the kids and the grown ups were right in with the water fights and everything. It makes me proud to be a Winsor. With the water fight, the kids were getting everyone. If you were near the water spigot, you were going to get wet. But Cole was so mad when the kids would gang up on me. I was getting them too but he would start yelling at them to leave me a lone and everything. It is kind of funny. He is so protective of me and always has been but this was a new high for him. There were at least 8 kids and all but 2 were older than him and he was not backing down. I am glad he has my back.

Well, that is the last of my month long vacation. My kids were ready to get home but I think I could have easily spent another couple of weeks. I had so much fun and it makes me want to move back home. Life is good, my family is good and I am glad to be done blogging about this adventure. Peace out!