Apple Cider Mills

One of the things I will most about Michigan (other than the people) is visiting these amazing apple cider mills. (Why we don't have these in Western Washington is beyond me. Isn't Washington the home of the Red Delicious? Actually, maybe we do have them, but they are too far a drive. Washington is missing out though. Michigan has a great claim to best apple state as it is better at bringing fresh apples to the people.) Every September, cider mills around the state open for fresh apple cider and fresh donuts. I must add that I'm not much of a donut person, but after trying one, I was hooked. They are not normal. They don't have grease falling off them and don't taste as sugary. I love them. I have now been to four different apple cider mills this season and I have my own opinion about which one makes the best cider and donuts. It is out of control and so much fun. I'm also a huge fan of picking apples from the acres and acres of orchards. If you haven't tried it, you are missing out.

Family History

I have been on a bit of a family history kick recently as I've felt a little pressure to tell my kids stories about their forefathers and the people whom they are named after. I feel this is especially important because I've married into a family that is intertwined with the history of the Mormon church. So as I learn more about Church history, I invariably learn stories about Steve's ancestors and now the ancestors of my children. I want to make them realize what great legacies they are fortunate enough to be apart of. This has also made me increasingly curious about my own family history. This past summer I was able to interview both of my grandpas. I feel so lucky to have grown up so close to them. What wonderful men and fathers! I have been amazed at how much written material is out there about the histories of each of my grandparents. In fact, my Grandma Wells told me today that she has the written histories of each one of their 16 great grandparents. I feel like I have a lot of reading to do. While in Salt Lake City, we visited the SLC Cemetery and the Smith family plot. I also got to see the grave of my fifth Great Grandpa Baldwin which just happend to be right across the street. My goal is to organize myself in such a way as to teach my children about the wonderful men and women who immigrated to America and made great sacrifice to practice their religion.

I was also interested to learn that the Church presented President Barack Obama a multi -volume family history this past summer. (They did the same with President Bush and President Clinton). President Obama said that he was looking forward to reading it with his family. Now, if only the Church would do that for me. I guess Steve needs to become President of the United States. Forget dentistry. What are the perks in that? (Besides toothbrushes of course.)

Hiking the Y

Before Steve left on his mission, he made me promise not to hike to the "Y" on the mountain until he returned. Since we were never really serious, I didn't take the committment too seriously. When I got to BYU I had a few opportunities to hike come up, but nothing awkward like some guy taking me on a date up there, which I couldn't get out of. So when Steve returned home from his mission, we hiked it together. It was kind of special for us. During this trip, we decided to take our boys up the mountain. The hike to the "Y" is quite short, yet extremely steep. Many people assume it will be easy, but it's a pretty difficult albeit short hike. We assumed that we would have to carry Hewitt most of the way and Donny the entire way. But our boys surprised us. Both Thomas and Hewitt climbed to the top all by themselves with little motivation from us. It was fun and absolutely beautiful.

Flying with Boys

The plane flight to Utah was probably the best flight I have ever had with children. Ironically, this was about the only time Steve has flown with me to help. The plane was only two thirds full so we had about five extra seats to work with. We did a lot of shifting between rows to make for different combinations of children. Either Steve or I took Donny while the other "managed" the other two which actually took no effort as they were always watching a movie. Despite my relief that everything went so smoothly there was a little part of me that was disappointed that Steve didn't get to experience what a flight with three boys is really like. Oh well.