Someone must intervene immediately. Our Uncle Andrew has clearly gone insane and started carting around a beige caterpillar on his upper lip. It is the only explanation we can come up with. Kristen, quick... get rid of that thing!
Our Mom has been saying for ages that she wants to update our blog, but couldn't find the camera cord, so all was lost. Then, she realized that our new computer has one of those nifty slots on it that you can just pop in your memory card. What a waste of time....
Maren was a traditional witch. She wanted a green face, but Mom kept forgetting to buy the green face paint. Poor Maren wasn't able to be ugly like she wanted to be. (Note from Mom: it would take a lot of work to make Maren look ugly.)
Norah was a "Princess Witch." The costume was actually called "Rose Witch" but Norah would have nothing to do with such foolishness. It was "princess witch" or nothing.
Now that Mom has that little computer glitch worked out, maybe she'll get more "on the ball" with this blogging-thing.
A few weeks ago, we took ourselves up to Pleasant Grove, and struck out into the mountains. It was a lovely, late summer evening, and Battlecreek Canyon is a great place to explore.
At first, Maren wasn't too jazzed about our family adventure, but she cheered up as Mom told the story of Robin Hood. She's an expert on those types of things, you know.
And then, because some poor town in Utah was being threated by flames, we were blessed with a beautiful sunset.
We really love this new place we get to call home.
(Isn't her uniform so cute?)
Just goofing off before we piled into the car! 
Maren was cool as a cucumber, and refused a hug from Mom as she took herself off to her classroom. Harry dismissed Mom and Norah from the Pre-K room after a measly 5 minutes. "I'm busy now, you can go." Poor Norah was not pleased to leave.
...and blogging from our new home in Utah. We've had a great summer doing what kids do in the summer.
Jumping
or not...
Even though we are really excited to move to Utah, we are sad to be leaving the best neighborhood ever. Here are some things we are really going to miss about living on the circle.
The swings. Where else can you hang out in a getup like this and have no one think badly of your mother for letting you have a tatooed stomach?
Neighborhood water fights. Our mom says that it's unusual to have a gang of kids who are all friends and range in age from 1 - 12. The sprinklers bring us all together.
Beautiful flowering trees. For one magical week every spring we live in a wonderland of pink petals. 
Spur of the moment BBQs. There's nothing more fun that having dinner outside with all your bestfriends. The marshmallows are just a bonus!
Wide open spaces. It's on these fields that we learned to ride bikes, fly kites, walk on stilts and fly ginormous paper airplanes.
But, of course, what we'll miss the most is all of our friends. You've been the best neighbors that any boy, girl, mom or dad could ever hope for. You had all better come and visit.
