September 2016

After lots of prayers & spending a month looking for local work, we decided to sell our home and move back to Utah. One of the hardest things I've ever had to do. We had an offer on our home after only a few days of being on the market and had a tentative closing date for late October. We decided we'd move into my aunt & uncle's basement apartment while we house hunt and we started looking into schools for the boys. My biggest worry was having to switch schools after already being new kids so my aunt suggested we apply for the charter school her girls have always gone to. The plus side being that they wouldn't have to switch schools (because there are no boundaries for charter schools) and the school is already in the area we wanted to buy a house in so we wouldn't have much of a commute. The school is lottery based so we signed up for the lottery and we shocked to hear from the school the next day. Presley was #1 for his grade and if he accepted the spot then Mason would be bumped up from the 51st spot that he was in. The only downside was that they needed us there by September 30th. That gave us less than a week to pack up and move to Utah when we had originally thought we had a month or so. But we did it. We spent the next week packing frantically and trying to see our favorite Montana spots while we had the chance.

Fairy Lake.

The water was freezing! It was overcast and maybe only 60 degrees outside on top of that, but he had to do it.

Old Chico Road.

Just the way I like them while we're driving.

Big Creek for Tyson's birthday.

Birthday dinner.

Neighbors.

Random, but this is my sister with her husband and a few of her kids. 

Utah trip. Pres was having a hard time leaving his friends so we let him stay with them for the weekend.

Grandma & Grandpa's.

Riding Trax for the first time.

Looking for homes on the west side of Utah Lake.

Rock Canyon park in Provo.

Visiting my parents. 

Brought him a souvenir. 

Vintage rail cars stopped in Livingston for a few days. They were beautiful.

Muffin maker.

Toddler problems. Arlo broke our bedroom tv. 

Last soccer game.

A local photographer asked me if she could photograph the boys with a Where the Wild Things Are-inspired shoot. I whipped up some crowns and said yes.

 Home.