Today, the sky is rather overcast and the weather balmy. I imagine that we will have thunderstorms this afternoon. Yesterday it was soooo hot. Chris’ car started to overheat even.
The long 4th of July weekend was okay, but not particularly wonderful. We tried to watch the fireworks on Saturday the 3rd, but they didn’t even get started until almost 11 pm. We stayed for about a half an hour, but they kept starting and stopping.
Sunday was Jenna’s birthday. Susan invited us for a family dinner. Jenna was excited by all of her gifts. We gave her a mood ring which most everyone tried out. Uncle Brad came down and stayed over at our house on Sunday so that he could spend the next day with us. Monday dawned way to early for a holiday. We got up around 6 am to go to the balloon launch and to save spots for the parade. The parade was not fun at all. We kept having people stand in front of us giving no thought to the fact that we were sitting behind them. We asked a lot to move and most did, but there were a few stubborn ones. We left early with Brad and Aunt Maureen. We slept for a little bit while Brad took Maureen home. We didn’t have any great plans for the rest of the day, so Brad went home around 2 pm.
We finally decided to go see the 4:45 showing of Tarzan at the Spanish 8 theatre in Spanish Fork. It was great. One of Disney’s better ones in the last years. Afterwards, we decided to drive up the canyon and ended up in Price about an hour and a half away. Neither of us had been there before. We stayed for dinner—Mexican food at Ricardo’s—and then left for home around 9 pm. The unfortunate thing is that we hit part of a deer. We were in the middle of a long line of cars and never saw the deer in the road until too late. It put a hole in the resonator of my car. I just had it fixed today but it sounded much like a hot rod turbo-charged car. Fortunately the repairs weren’t as much as I expected. That doesn’t happen too often.
Over the weekend, Saturday I think, both your dad and I felt your first strong kick. I have felt little fluttering feelings from you before but nothing like a kick. Chris’ hand was lying across my lower stomach, right on top of you probably, and you must have had a great stretch. I think it helps your dad to feel more a part of things.
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