The pictures are backwards, but oh well.
Robbie with his spoils on Easter
Rob and I got food poisoning on Saturday, so the boys played with Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncles and Aunts all day. Dying eggs was one of their little adventures.
Family Bowling. Let's just say Rob and I are a perfect match; we equalize each other. He took us all. I was dead last. Yes, even behind Robbie. Rob actually asked the worker if he could get me bumpers; unfortunately, they are only for 12 and under.
Ty thinking hard about how to optimize his dad's genes. "Seriously, what are the chances of Mom getting another gutter ball? Oh, she proved me wrong . . . again."
The form
The lack of form 
Robbie with the seven pounder
A few days before . . .
We foolishly went to a egg hunt in Salt Lake City with our friends, the Riters (from medical school), only to walk away after three hours with a few tootsie rolls. Lame. Still, we took the kids to Temple Square and they acted like they'd never been apart (we did too). So fun.
Ty and Robbie hiding under a sign. (Ty tried to copy Cohen--see below.)
Robbie and Cohen--Friends Forever
Salt Lake Temple
Ty and Robbie hiding under a sign. (Ty tried to copy Cohen--see below.)Robbie and Cohen--Friends Forever
Salt Lake Temple
3 comments:
Kyrsten, you're hilarious. Perhaps you and I should go bowling sometime...it would be an all-time low scoring game. Our husbands would be ashamed...and it would be so fun!
Oh how fun that you got to see Cohen and Tamra and everyone! Thats so great! I miss you guys! <3
I like Ty's thinking pose. He's probably remembering how good you were at curling. :)
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