Li'l Rascals

My wonderful daughters, Kathy, Sarah Emily, and Sarah, got all the grandkids together for a photo shoot and provided me with some great pictures for Mother's Day. They were a little frustrated with the effort of getting all the kids to look in the same direction at the same time, let alone to have them all smile at the same time. John and I absolutely loved all the photos, and laughed and laughed over some of the poses. Here is a sampling of my grandkids' photo shoot results. My grandkids definitely are the cutest.

Cinco de Mayo

At our house, Cinco de Mayo is best known as Grandma Hiatt's birthday. I have the gentlest, most wonderful, easy-to-get-along-with, loving, mother-in-law that anyone could ever have. I thought I should take a minute and let everyone know that. I love you Mama. Thanks for raising such a wonderful son, and thanks for being a wonderful mother and mother-in-law.

Be informed

The Utah County Republican Convention is coming up, and as a Precinct Vice-Chair, I will be attending as a delegate. As I've studied and met with the various candidates, I've decided that being involved in the political process at the grass roots level is very important. Please know the issues before you vote on anything. Please do a little research of your own into the various candidates in your areas. Don't vote for change just for the sake of change, make sure you vote for the best candidate for the job--incumbent or not. Be informed.

Here Comes...?

I'm now allowed to tell everyone that Kathy and Brice are expecting baby #3 in early October. This baby makes 7 grandchildren for John and me.

Work or Play?

Last weekend John helped Rob finish up his major project of putting our downspout drain under our sidewalk. Lincoln came along with Rob. While the men dug in the dirt, Melody and Lincoln concentrated on the sky--launching balloons to see how high they would fly. Which would you rather do?

Eagle Court of Honor

Last September, John pulled together the 17 Life Scouts in our ward, along with their parents, and challenged them to achieve the rank of Eagle Scout by February in honor of the 100th anniversary of the Boy Scouts of America. Thousands of service hours were put in, tens of thousands of people helped, and 15 young men (2 of the 17 had moved away) were awarded the rank of Eagle Scout all on the same night--March 20, 2010. John couldn't have been prouder. He arranged for each Eagle Scout to receive a flag that had flown over our nation's capitol, as well as letters of commendation from Utah's Senators and Representatives, and the Governor. The Young Men's General Board also sent letters of commendation. Pleasant Grove's Mayor was in attendance, as well as a representative from Senator Bob Bennett's office, and the local Scouting commission.
With all the flags flying, the well-done powerpoint presentation highlighting the various Eagle projects, and the beautifully uniformed young men being honored, the evening was truly an event to remember. I've never seen John so excited to pull something together. He was bursting at the seams with pride and satisfaction that everything came together and all 15 boys achieved their Eagle rank.

Don't Touch!

I've been growing my own broccoli starts in little peat pots so that I can transplant them into our garden in a few weeks. The starts are sitting in the sun of the living room window, semi-protected behind two chairs. 'Semi-' being the key word. Last Sunday, while Kathy and Brice and their girls were here, I heard Billy say, "Oh no, Abigail, we don't play with the broccoli." I cringed and hustled to the living room to inspect the damage. Fortunately, Billy had scared Abigail away before she'd actually gotten to the broccoli. As I was leaning in to check on the plants and straighten one of the little starts, I heard a very serious--very serious--voice say, "Oh, we don't touch those." I quickly turned, and there was Seda staring as me intently. The look she was giving me tied my tongue. All my explanations about how the broccoli was mine and so I was allowed to touch it suddenly became completely inadequate. I humbly acknowledged that she was right, and we left the broccoli alone.
I'll straighten my little starts another day.