Sunday Outings!

As I mentioned in early posts, we as a family enjoy Sunday outings. Yesterday after a few naps and a delicious dinner prepared by my handsome handyman we headed out to the tire swing. We discovered this wheat field with huge trees. There is a big tire swing tied to one of them and the kids love going there. Especially Chloe. Every Saturday or Sunday or Family Home Evening we hear, "Can we go to the tire swing?" Well, we gave in yesterday. I grabbed my camera and my baby's tutu and headed to the field. And of course the kids had to grab our latest addition to the family "Ella". It's not too far from our house, maybe 3 miles. Of course I had to snap of some shots of my baby so I went one way with the camera and dad went to the swing to push the kids way up high. They all love it except Liam. He thinks he likes going high and tells dad, "push me as high as Grant!" but those feelings quickly go away when he is actually being pushed. Grant on the other hand is fearless. At one point he was only hanging on with one hand... on purpose. Liam also had a knack for getting in the path of the oncoming swing. He got knocked straight to the ground at least three times. Here are a few pics to document the evening. I really need more practice with the kids in motion but at least it shows their happy faces.

(Sorry, these pics were saved with the wrong profile! I hate it when I do that... they look good in the pics of the week so make sure you take a look at those! HERE)

So here is the picture of the evening!
Can anyone guess what on earth we are doing? Charly knows and she's happy about it!

So we are enjoying the last few swings before we head home and as we watch Chloe soar through the air we hear "kchunk... kchunk... kchunk" We look over and the baby is in the van with all the doors shut and pushing a button... we all hoped it was the unlock button as the keys were in the van... but OH NO... she loved the lock button! We tried and tried to get her to move her finger a quarter of an inch to the other button but she had no desire to move that little finger... She must have locked my van nearly 300 times. So Cyrus did what he could with the antenna and a few pieces of wood. He got the door pried open and tried sticking the antenna in and pushing the unlock button himself. Well, after 45 minutes of that it was dark out and Charly wasn't even having any fun anymore...so Marci and I decided to run for help... oh course we had no cell phone on us either.. (the only weekend my husband doesn't have call... he purposely left it home!) We ran to the Snethen's home which was about a mile away. We were almost there but were having trouble finding their house. As we walked in a few different directions Marci saw the van drive past us a street up. We chased the van... but they didn't hear our cries, so we kept on running. We finally made it to the van... they had stopped at the Snethens to see if we were in there... Just as Cyrus knocked on their door he saw us running up! "false alarm!" Well, we were very grateful for answered prayers and for our handsome handyman today. It made for quite an eventful evening for all of us. We laughed afterwards... "it was funny in the begining and the end... but not in the middle!"