hearts day & st. george

okay, okay... valentines was over a month ago, but my life MUST be documented. right?

sure.

valentines day, like all holidays at the gregory household was a big deal. let it be written that my son, Jude Malcolm Gregory, is the biggest holiday obsessed person in the world. 

jude's valentines day monster box.

some homemade valentines that i saw on the ol' internet.

a v-day stouffers lasagna dinner... this sweetheart wasn't cooking nothin' on her valentines day.

greta's love for Dora is growing on the daily. this is not good news.... i hate dora. is that blasphemous? she's so loud.

jude.

and this little cupid was ready for bed but we always make him do the dishes after a family meal. obviously, child labor is the only way to go these days. i mean ez can just reach all those hard to reach places with those wee little hands.

{ trevan's pantalones... this guy loves himself a flannel pj bottom. we will be going somewhere 10 minutes after we walks in the door from work and he still has to put them on. it used to upset me, like when he proposed to me in them (true story), but now its sort of endearing. }

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the following week we loaded up the VAN and headed south to my big sister robyn's house, also known as GIL's house to jude and of course tuckerabe's house to greta. greta is in love with tucker, and i can't say i blame her.

let's talk about the van for a second... 5 passengers, 3 car seats, 2 bikes, 6 suitcases, 1 scooter, and lots of junk and we still had room to spare. i love my van. sad.

i love going to st. george, in fact i think i want to live there permanently. then i think about it some more, and decide really i just kind of want to be there because i want robyn's life. i love her friends (you know who you are... wink wink), i love her house, i love her family traditions, i love her kids, i love her neighborhood, i love how her and bob work together, and i love her weather. trevan jokes that every time i come home from st. george i have some new recipe, product, or lifestyle we are going implement into our daily lives (further proof). freak, it's true... i want to be robyn, she's got this whole mothering/wife thing all figured out.

this trip we went to the sand dunes for the first time. umm, how have we never done this before? so fun.

bob brought some shovels and first things first, we buried our kids alive. 

duh.

ezzie didn't love the sand so much, and his feet hated it even more.

we all were/are in need of a spray tan, snooki style.

this was the most precious/hilarious/sad part of the entire weekend. if you can look closely, you will notice sully feeding sand to a very buried, very helpless tucker. this happened about 3x and then tucker started panicking and started crying. robyn, in one of her less enlightened parenting moments, decided it best to poor water over tucker's head (repeatedly) so he could breathe better. in theory it maybe seemed like a helpful idea, but to us bystanders it looked a little more like waterboarding. tucker was having a panic attack and was literally buried up to his neck, standing up. sully just kept sneaking a sand ball into his mouth every time tucker would scream out. my poor tuck had sand in his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. after about 5 minutes we finally dug tucker out and I being the more enlightened sister of the day, pulled some baby wipes out and wiped his face as we dug him out. tucker was so exhausted from this experience he came home, got in the shower, put on pajamas and slept the rest of the day.

kind of hilarious to watch though.

bob, robyn, and their 5th child sullivan

we also had our first taste of the michael jackson experience on the wii this trip.

tears.

no one has ever taken it more seiously than abe. he made a sign up sheet for it, with song title and room for 3 dancers... don't worry miss gwyn made sure her name was on every.single.one.

in an ideal life for jude there would be some sore of holiday everyday, mornings would be spent watching arthur, days spent with his sidekick gil by his side, and the nights would be spent at yaya's. 

note: i am not included in any of those

ez spent the better part of the weekend in the back of this here dump truck. if you needed to find him you could rest assure he was here. it was his seat and all the kids took turns pushing him around.

even robyn got into it for a bit. now, if i had no sense of self worth i would put the video up of me dancing to beat it.... but since i need a little self confidence i will keep that to myself. its far too embarrassing, even for me.

one of our best weekends yet, and i want to go back.

thanks again, LAMOREAUX's!