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Summer Summary

 We have been busy since May. Ricky had his one wisdom tooth removed.

A couple of weeks later, he traveled to Tucson for his friend's graduation. His return flight landed in Philadelphia at 10:30 p.m. and wasn't scheduled to leave for State College until 6 a.m., so we saved him a night in the airport by picking him up in Philadelphia.

The Philadelphia temple is my favorite nearby temple.
We have hosted a lot of swim parties. I figure, since we're taking care of a pool, we might as well have people over to swim in it as often as possible. You know what? I have never swam in our pool, but I still love it because the kids have so much fun.
I usually cut our boys' hair, but I'm not a professional. I fired myself from being Sean's barber after a particularly difficult haircutting experience with him. Sean went months without a cut because he feared those mean middle school kids saying something. He finally conquered his fear and went to a barber for the first time. 

We celebrated Ricky's 18th and Andrew's 15th birthdays.


Some of us visited the Washington DC temple open house.

Gavin, Brooklyn, and I have been going to swim team practices every morning, and long swim meets on Thursday nights. 







Ricky started home MTC this week. He's being very responsible about his schedule and learning. The language is hard for him, but I know he will have the help he needs to do the work he needs to do. He's going to have some great experiences. I'll keep a record of his letters home on this blog.



The rest of the summer will involve sending Ricky off to Mexico (August 2), celebrating Emily's and Gavin's birthdays, and visiting Emily in Provo. Before we know it, the kids will be back to school again. Busy, busy.

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