a stay in the woods.

I wish I had a good excuse for not posting for a month and a half, but I don't.  I'm just horrible.
This whole summer school thing is sure not a sweet cold glass of lemonade.  It's more like a glass of warm, rotten milk.  It's definitely an adjustment but I am so grateful to be in the special education program and finally learning things that apply to my career.  I do have to admit however, although the thought of homework always makes me want to smack something, I get excited to learn the next subject because all of the topics we are learning about are so interesting.  I am learning so much and I just hope I can remember it and apply these things to my future classroom.

I love Monday holidays.  Although, they always mess up my mentality for the rest of the week and I can never remember what day it is, there is something glorious about the weekend not ending on Sunday night.  With Dall's schedule being completely full and unworkable, I thought we wouldn't be able to do any fun trips at all over the summer.  That's probably just my sour attitude speaking but I was sure thankful for Memorial Day.  Right after church on Sunday, we headed up Spanish Fork canyon, up to a place called Diamond Fork.  We found a perfect little camping spot right next to a stream.  There was nothing greater than going to sleep and waking up to the sound of flowing water (other than it makes your morning pee almost unbearable).  Our menu consisted of hot dogs, pork and beans, Clay's famous corn dip, chips, vegetables, and lemonade for dinner.  For breakfast we had some mean breakfast burritos all thanks to Clay and Kenz.  We explored, hiked, and the boys tried and succeeded at killing some things (poor beetle).  There is something special about heading out to enjoy mother nature and detaching yourself from the rest of the world.  I love any chance I get to shut off my phone for an extended amount of time.  It's so refreshing.  

On Monday evening, I went with my dad to visit all of our family's graves.  There is a certain sweet spirit in the cemetery on this special day.  I love seeing all of the beautiful flowers showering the grass everywhere you look.  I miss my grandparents more than words can describe but I can only imagine how happy my grandpa and grandma are to finally be with each other after living without each other for 11 years.  I anxiously await the day when we can all be together again.  It is going to be one big celebration!

Let's play catch up.

I forgot to share our trip to sunny St. George we took over spring break. We went last March as well without realizing it.  Apparently it has become a slight tradition in the Naulu household.  We took our camera but only took pictures hiking.  You can blame our bad memories.

Our trip consisted of:

An eight hour drive down because of car trouble.

A free stay in my uncle's condo

Breakfast at The Egg & I (I literally look forward to it every trip down there)

A day spent hiking in Leeds

Hours spent in the sunny rays watching baseball and softball games

Fine dining with some of our closest couple friends

A glorious temple trip for these two first timers over here (absolutely beautiful!)
A trip or two to the legendary Nielsen's Frozen Custard. (silky smooth heaven in a cup)

An evening spent visiting with some of Dall's family

A fun filled quality drive home where one of us was zonked the whole time

Thanks S.G.  We'll be back soon.

where the wild things are.

D & I decided to go on a hike yesterday.  We may have searched for a trail for almost 45 minutes but we found one so life was good.  

Fall is great.  No other season compares.

For how prissy I am at home when it comes to bugs, when I get outdoors I feel like Snow White.  I welcome all animals with open arms.  This was the case until we heard A TON of rustling leaves not too far ahead of us.  Not like, oh cute it's a squirrel kind of rustling but freeze with fear, oh crap it's a bear kind of rustling.  A tree was blocking my view so all I could see was a huge black hairy mass in the distance.  The culprit: cows.  A whole herd of them.  It was a relief, but they put an end to our trek.  They may have been slightly blocking our skinny little path.

I love sporadic quality time with the hubs.  Especially when it's outdoors, and you don't have to wear make-up.  Rubbing my eyes equals freedom.  

Nature.  It's a glorious thing.  We need to go camping. Who's in?