Well, anyway, here's another random post.
Kennedy broke her first heart. She told a boy in her class (Tripp) that she no longer had a crush on him. She felt REALLY bad for making him cry.
These two started preschool. PRESCHOOL. As in, they're 4 years old. FOUR. Ugh. And I'm going to continue to add emphasis by way of repetition and capitalization. CAPITALIZATION.
(btw- I cannot look at this picture without wanting to squeeze them both and kiss them from head to toe. I just love them.)
Kennedy came to visit me at work, and we went to lunch at City Creek. Idn't she a cutie? (Yes, the "idn't" is intentional.)
I let Kennedy bring a friend with us to the fair. They had so much fun.
Mmmmm. Apples. APPLES.
And on our way walking out of the fair, she had a "Kennedyism":
Kennedy: Casey, will you give me a ride on your shoulders?
Casey: Sorry, Kennedy- not tonight, since I can't give both you and your friend a ride.
Kennedy: Oh. Is it because you haven't learned to duplicate yourself, yet?
Man, she's funny. FUNNY.
My friends (most of them) are Ute fans. Ute fans assemble before games. So naturally, as Ute fans, we assembled with the lot of them and got each other pumped up for the game....
Which we didn't have tickets to.
So when it was game time, we said goodbye to our ticket-holding friends, and the rest of us went and watched it on a nice, big TV, with instant re-plays, close-ups, and food. (I'm trying to tell myself it was better than seeing it in person.)