End of School

Ammon graduated from kindergarten just over a week ago. I was a mess! I had to leave right when it was over to avoid humiliation. The pregnancy hormones don't help. I am always very senitmental when it comes to change or the end/beginning of something new.

Ammon's class had a lot of fun fieldtrips and activites the last few days of schools. These are pictures of his class party. Cohen was lucky to join in the festivities.

Ammon getting a massage from his buddy Maks.

With his two friends Jasmine and Livia.

Last week was our first week off of school for both boys and it's been pretty good. It's nice to have no responsibilities. We usually get up, eat breakfast, go to the gym for an hour, then come home clean the house up, eat lunch and take naps. After naps we go to the park or play outside. I do get sick of the arguing and fighting but the house has actually stayed cleaner since they've been home, not sure how.

We went out to dinner with our friends that have four girls last week. When Ammon found out we were going to eat with them he insisted on getting all dressed up in his church attire. We talked him out of a tie but we did fix his hair and he put on a nice collared shirt. He even made me check his nose for boogers. He already loves girls and he isn't even six yet! I'm scared.

Rylee has been learning new words everyday, but she still doesn't talk like the boys did at this age. She will be two on Sunday.

Cohen asks me everyday, "Mom what do we have to do today?" He always wants to know the agenda. Whereas Ammon could care less. As long as he gets to go outside and ride his bike or go to the park he's happy. Poor Cohen had a little stomach bug this weekend. He was in the bathroom quite a bit yesterday and he even told our home teachers that his bum was burning.

We are going on the Trek on Thursday. It's all I can think about! I've been reading and re-reading all of the stories and information we were given in hopes that I will be both mentally and spiritually prepared. I was told that there will be a 24 hour period where the kids won't get very much food. Fortunately I will be taken care of because I obviously can't go without.

After talking to my mom and searching around on the internet last night I was excited to learn that some of my ancestors were actual members of the handcart companies. My Great (times 6) grandfather, Frances Martin Pomeroy came across the plains with Brigham Young in the Pioneer Company. They were the first group of saints who forged the way for the rest to come and find peace in the Salt Lake Valley. He married a woman named Jessamine Routledge, born in London England, who journeyed to Utah in the Martin Handcart Company. The Martin and Willie Company's are the groups who left late in the season and suffered terrible hardships do to early snow and lack of food. They lost many members of their group before help arrived. Jessamine obviously made it through and married Frances after arriving in Utah. Learning that my ancestors were apart of the trek west has made it that more real and meaningful to me.