September 02, 2009

July 2009

Dear Kids,

I'm so late with this it really isn't even funny. Here it is the second day of September and I'm just now getting around to writing about July. Needless to say I've been pegged trying to find a new job and doing my best to get our yard finished up.

Well, I'm happy to report that as of this writing I am now gainfully employed at Snowbird as their Electronic Marketing Manager. I started there a couple of days ago and will basically be in charge of their website plus a whole lot more. So far I like it. The people are nice and I'm really excited about skiing just about every day. Also, there's something about that place. I have always thought it was so beautiful. I love the architecture and the overall scheme. Hopefully all of that will trump the commute up the canyon every day.

Anyway, in July we had a great time as a family.

Monsoon season meant that Ruby got to be creative with her outerwear.

The we spent time with Campbell cousins on the 4th of July.

Then Ruby and I traveled to American Fork to watch the drum corps rehearse. Of course Ruby, you were still smitten with your new roller skates that were handed down by the Faldmo's.

And were extra headband-y that day as well.

For a while we had been hearing the sad news that Grandpa Alma Terry was beginning to pass away. He was just two weeks shy of his 98th birthday when he finally succumbed. We loaded up the van and headed south to Enterprise for his funeral.

The Stewart's came out from Washington DC to attend.

And almost everybody was there from your Mom's family.

Here's the Jasonian's.

And us, the patatomic's.

Grandma Helen had a tough day, but seemed to be in good spirits.

The Enterprise LDS Chapel made for some artsy moments for me.

Ruby, you and cousins Sam and Lyndon had a good time at the dinner.

I forgot to sunblock, yet still managed to look ever so cool in my new prescription shades despite the nasty burn on top.

Ruby, you took the opportunity to help keep Grandpa Alma's garden going. Okay, not really...this was a photo op, but hey this garden meant so much to him. He most likely lived so long because most of his diet probably came out of this plot of land.

While we were that far south, we thought we'd make a weekend out of it and headed to St. George. Here we swam and ate cake and hot dogs and spent time with family. It was nice.

Then came the holiday's of all Utah holidays...the 24th of July. This year your mom took you down to Beaver to celebrate at Uncle Bucks cabin. I on the other hand, traveled to Logan to play a gig. I missed you, but it doesn't look like you missed me much.

Once again, our porch makes for some awesome summer afternoon's. So long as those afternoons include popcycles or some other frozen goodness.

Well kids...once again, I can't even begin to express how much I love being your father. It's so fun to watch you both evolve and become who you are.

Love,
Dad

Posted by patatomic at September 2, 2009 10:17 PM

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