So Montana's got the right idea with "Spring" Break -- it's a week long. But my question is: How many kindergartners actually need a whole week off from school? The stress of coloring within the lines just gettin' to those little guys?
Montana's only problem, and the reason I put "Spring" in quotations, is that March IS NOT Spring in Montana. Try May. Or early June.
Whatever. Point is, we took advantage (even though none of us are actually "school age") and headed to Utah while Scott went to D.C. for the week.
Here's what went down:
Abram worked on his belated, but celebrated nonetheless, skill of crawling:
Abram "drunkenly" cuddled with his Aunt Kate ... a lot.
He also proved that it is not only acceptable but downright imperative to eat breakfast while wearing a M-I-C-K-E-Y hat.
We were able to go to Scott's cousin's wedding in the Salt Lake Temple. The weather was gorgeous, the grass was green, and flowers were out. I think if I were a day, I would be that day ... all sunny and warm-like.
Scott only has four cousins on his dad's side so we were so happy we could be there. The happy couple and the other Christensen clan:
So between the Mickey breakfast attire, cuddling, and a wedding -- our nine days passed too quickly.
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