Phippsite night has become a hit in our household. Tonight the girls were the daughters of the Lamanites dancing near the waters (our trampoline) and David was the wicked priest(s), who carried them away.
Eloise now poses for pictures. And this is what it looks like.
That's better.
And farewell to Lizzy, our little lizard that was the best (and easiest) pet ever. Hazel caught her at my mom's cabin down in Cedar, we lost her in our van for a few minutes, but recovered her and she became part of our family for almost two years. We buried her in our backyard and Hazel puts flowers on her grave whenever she goes outside.
RIP Lizzy Lizard.













