Friday night, we had dinner as a family. Grandma picked up KFC for us, which was a feat in itself. The were out of original, and told Grandma it would be 15 minutes, so she waited. Then, after she waited, they told her their cooker was broke, and after about an hour, she finally got some chicken. My aunt, uncle, and cousin came along with my dad, sister, her kids, and even Paul! He drove down from Provo, missing a class, just to see us.

After dinner, we tried to take a picture of Dad with his grand kids, and these were the best we got.

Ella has been completely attached to me since about a week before our trip. We finally hit the attachment stage, and man is it rough. Kayden wouldn’t hold still for a picture, and Jameson wouldn’t look.

What are we to do with these kids?