An NP in the family

A big hooray to Krista for passing the NP exams. She is now officially a Nurse Practicioner!

Let's all support her and give her experience by letting her diagnose all our ailments, beginning with our foot diseases. If she does a really good job, we might even let her prick our veins (because we know she's already been scoping them out).

Seriously, great job, Krista. Your medical knowledge and skills have blessed us all in the past few years. I, for one, won't soon forget your words of wisdom (and kindness in answering the phone after midnight) when I called to know what to do with Sage's bout of nighttime constipation. And Eliza's earache. And Mark's love of cats. And that lump in my neck that I thought was my twin. Thanks for always being willing to come over and give your best diagnosis, or look up an illness or dosage. You'll be great!

Our own supermodel

They just don't come any cuter than this.

We miss the Woodburys

For the record, we miss Adam too. It seems we also missed him whenever we had the camera out.

Ruby red meat

Beware. This post contains pictures that may not be appropriate for the faint of heart. I mean, the faint of stomach (including, but not limited to, nauseous pregnant women).

Becca and Jordan and Mark and the girls and I took Rich out to redeem his birthday gift certificate to Ruby River Steakhouse last week.

Several Wilson siblings chipped in to give Rich a hefty gift card, back in May, hoping he'd take a date to redeem it. But after hearing about his last steak meal on a date, we realized he wasn't going to make any progress in wooing women if they got a peek of how he likes his meat. How does he like his meat? As my dad would say, still quivering.


While Rich was feasting on his raw meat, Sage enjoyed the appetizer bread that came with a knife stuck in it.

Becca and Jordan entertained Eliza, and taught her how to dip fries. (Then Jordan walked her all around the restaurant later when she decided that sitting still in a restaurant booth is for babies and adults, but not independent two year olds.)

And here is Eliza chugging our $3.50 milkshake. This is what you call a waste of money. (Put a pile of whipped cream like that on a rock, and she'd go for it with equal enthusiasm.)

Happy birthday Rich. We should do it again...when our stomachs finally settle down.

Lots of rain and a leaky ark

With Mom and Dad off living the international life, we knew something was bound to happen. And when I say happen, I mean break. It was really only a matter of time.

It only took 2 weeks, and the first big rain this summer gave Krista and Bryce and the poor rain gutters a run for their money and umbrellas. This picture shows the rain pouring down into the crack between the addition and the old house. Imagine water everywhere two stories below.

We owe Danielle for spotting the flooding at 10:30pm on Sunday night, and Bryce and Adam who worked past midnight rigging up tarps to divert the water. And many thanks heavenward that the water that leaked down the chandelier above the stairs all night didn't electrocute anyone. And, of course, thanks for the moisture. I guess we prayed ourselves into this one.

(And thanks to Jordan for fixing all the rentals' problems. And thanks to me for living in Salt Lake and writing blogs about the work everyone else is doing to maintain Mom and Dad's assets while they take a little sabbatical and while Heather studies finer art forms!)

Heather joins the blogwagon

Somebody's blogging. Check it out here.

I looked out the window and what did I see?

Who knows what sparked the interest for this patriotic parade over to the neighbors house. We're just glad Grandma caught them before someone called the police for indecent exposure.

Photo of the Week

Richard doing his thing on the wakeboard at Utah Lake

And in case you need a closeup of all that air that he's getting...

Good job, Heather, for taking the photo of the week. Or month. Or year.

Located

Ha! We found her.

And, FYI, she is not sitting on his lap. Although it looks very suspicious.

The middle children

I read an article about birth order that left me thinking. It said that "Middle children often describe their birth position as 'out of place,' 'misunderstood,' 'fifth wheels,' or as 'leftovers who always got bypassed and upstaged by the younger or older siblings.'" [source]

But if you take a peek at the Wilson middle children, it seems that the older and younger children would be hard pressed to "bypass" or "upstage" Kim, Becca and Suzy. Check out what these three BYU ace students are up to in their "spare time."


Kim:
When she is not working on becoming a permanent fixture at the BYU library, Kim can be found playing the role of "favorite aunt"--pictured here at the duck pond.


Becca:
Between teaching a dozen oboe students, and working on Dad's apartments, she also managed to prepare for the Utah State Fair competition, where she competes tomorrow on oboe. Good luck! Here's a little sneak peek of Becca and Mark practicing.




Suzy:
This is the best picture of Suzy that we could come up with from the past few weeks (see below). She's been MIA, what with her recent call as RS President, and with her 7 dates a week (different guys each time). We hope she shows up for dinner on Sunday, or we might post "Have You Seen Me?" ads around campus...hopefully with a better picture. (Like this one.)