We were sitting around on Sunday thinking about all the memories we have from the old house. I thought I would get them written down in a semi-permanent place. Since I spend much more time here than in my journal, here it is:
Paul
Paul
- throwing kids into the Love Sac
- kids jumping from the basement stairs landing into the Love Sac
- storing all our Christmas decorations in the basement shower
- kids racing from the fridge to the couch with Jordan yelling "Look out guys, I'm gonna go speed!"
- how beautiful our Christmas tree looked in the front window
- games of HyperDash in the back yard
- process of landscaping the backyard including the kids playing in the thatch, tipping over the bobcat, laying railroad ties (Brooke being 5 months pregnant), laying sod, building the playset, digging out the old sandbox, planting the garden and the apple tree that we never got an apple from
- golfing with whiffle balls
- how the kids would get up on the wall and spin around the fence posts before the fence was put up
- kids deciding the pantry was the romantic place when they caught Mom and Dad kissing in there and would shove us in there any chance they got
- playing hide and go seek - we would list the places we looked aloud "not in the closet" Jordan would yell "no" from his hiding place as we said each place we looked
Brooke
- how much the kids loved jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler underneath
- themed birthday parties: pirates, frog, shark, princess
- kids playing on the fake rock in the front yard no matter how many times we asked them not to
- our Jumanji garden
- Jordan spending the majority of his outside time in the raspberry patch eating. Once I sent out a bowl of raspberries for him to pick more, the bowl came back empty, he accused "You know I love raspberries too much!"
- the sandbox provided many pockets full of sand to dump on my bed as I sorted laundry
- building snowmen in the front yard
- watching the kids blast off to the moon on the rocket rider
- how proud I was about putting up the chain link fence (with my Dad's help)
- Paul hurting his back multiple times shoveling snow because we didn't have room to store a snowblower in the garage
Christian
- my favorite place to hide was under the table between the couches
- unwrapping Christmas presents under the Christmas tree in the living room
- cutting down the quakie in the front yard
Jordan
- having a Christmas tree for a night light
- counting lights on the tree until I fall asleep
- doing flips into the love sac
- Christmas quilt tradition in the living room
- raking leaves and jumping into them
Emma
- sliding down slide into the leaves
- boys pulling Emma around the yard in the little blue sled
1 comment:
What fun memories. We need to do that. That's a great idea for family night tomorrow. The only problem is we've lived in 4 houses since Jayden was old enough to remember. I guess we'll start with the Tooele home. We were there the longest.
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