Brigham City Temple open house

I love taking my girls to temple open houses. They love seeing the lights, furniture, paintings, etc. I love the peace that comes with going. So we try to go to as many as we can.

Rebekah oustide the Rexburg Temple following our open house tour in January 2008. Analee was still very young, so we left her with a sitter when we went.

Grandma Scott, Rebekah, Andrea and Analee outside the Oquirrh Mountain Temple following our open house tour in July 2009. We had gone to Utah for a vacation/post-op check-up (hence Andrea's puffy cheeks).

I heard that the Boise Temple would have an open house preceding its rededication and thought, "Hey! We should go to that one!" But then I realized that, having had a baby just a few weeks prior, I probably wouldn't be in a traveling state. So when I heard about the Brigham City Temple Open House this month, I decided to go no matter what.

Seth couldn't take time off to come with us (something to do with taking off so much time for a bunch of reunions or something). (Wink, wink.) But my parents were eager to come. So we drove on down to Utah on August 22 to stay at a hotel for the night and go to our reserved 7:30 a.m. tour the next day.

Bekah made sure to pick out her white dress for the temple. Analee had to have her fingers and toenails painted so she could be extra-pretty for the temple. Miriam had to drag her extremely colorful teddy bear and blankie all through the temple. (The inside of the temple will never see such loud colors again.) Afterward, we took some pictures on the grounds.

Miriam with her blankie and teddy bear named Rainbow on the outside windowsill of the Brigham City Temple.

Rebekah, Miriam and Analee together outside the temple.

The requisite "silly picture" after all the nice, smiley ones.

Picture of all of us (Analee, Andrea, Rebekah, Grandma Scott, Miriam, Grandpa Scott) taken by the nice lady.

We'll have to see which other open houses we can make it to (my current hopeful list includes these possibilities: Meridian, Idaho; Ogden, Utah; Payson, Utah; Provo, Utah; Star Valley, Wyoming).

A weekend of reunions

The week following the Grow reunion (August 2-4), we had a slew of reunions for the other side of the family. It started out with a rafting trip for the Scotts.

The first time we've all been together since Tyson and McKall were married four years ago. In case you figured much hasn't changed since then, here's a comparison:

We've added 3.75 grandchildren to the family since then.

The trip turned out to be a little more perilous than I had imagined; we got our raft stuck on several rocks, and one time we T-boned a fallen tree in the middle of the river. It took three crafts to get us down the river. The other raft's occupants spotted moose. Our raft's occupants saw a snake. Good times were had by all.

The next day (August 3), the Wirkus clan gathered at a local park to catch up and celebrate Grandpa Wirkus' 90th birthday (his birthday isn't actually until October, but we figured it would be easiest to get everybody out during the summer break).

All the kids/grandkids/great-grandkids who could attend. We had an excellent turnout, but missed those who weren't able to come.

The day of eating, playing, jumping in the bounce house and having our own Olympics was marred by only two things:

The sprinklers, which were supposed to be turned off throughout the park for the whole day, suddenly came on and doused a fair number of Wirkuses who had set up camp with their canopies and lunches on the lawn. This picture is hilarious to me for many reasons: you've got running people, you've got water being sprayed everywhere, and you've got a photographer who decided to capture the moment rather than help the poor soggy sandwiches. (Shout out to my father, the man behind the camera. :-))

While we were eating, a gust of wind blew through our reunion, which quickly became more than just your ordinary gust. A mini-tornado of sorts picked up several paper plates, cups, streamers and a camp chair bag and lifted them hundreds of feet into the air. Most of those items you see in the picture never came down. My guess is that they blew miles away before reentry. One poor canopy was broken. The "Wirkus Olympics" sign my aunt made got ripped off its stakes and taken away. Analee's giant orange ball she won in the Ucon Easter egg hunt blew into a distant neighbor's yard.

I kept expecting gremlins to pop out of the ground next and start eating the young ones. Gratefully, the rest of the day turned out to be quite un-freaky.

My mom, siblings, cousin, nephews, and cousins' children visiting at the reunion.

As my aunt was handing out name tags for the great-grandchildren to wear, I joked that I should get one for Gwendolen. Susan dared me to do it. I couldn't back down.

The day after that (August 4), we drove to Tetonia for the Egbert reunion. I love the Egbert reunion because we get to visit with family and see beautiful country, but the best part of all is the food. We get to have the BEST Dutch oven chicken, ham and potatoes in the world at this reunion. That alone is worth the trip.

Andrea blowing bubbles to entertain Miriam and distant cousins.

Seth singing/playing "Dead Man's Will" and "Falling Slowly" at the reunion. They put out a request for people to participate in a talent show, so Seth brought his amp, guitar and mic.

It was quite the gamut of reunions for us. Seth probably spent most of the time thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?!" Maybe he'll forget before next year's reunions roll around.

Grow reunion

The day following our trip to Lagoon, we got to take part in a family reunion of epic proportions. More than 2,000 distant cousins gathered to Temple Square to learn about our common ancestor, Henry Grow. He's my great, great, great, great-grandfather on my dad's side.

Friday (July 27) night, we had dinner in the Conference Center. The original venue was the 26th floor of the Church Office Building, but once the RSVPs started rolling in, the organizers realized that we wouldn't all fit there. So we sat in the foyer of the Conference Center and ate our chicken enchiladas. Aunt Susan was kind enough to baby-sit/feed/put to bed our wee ones so we didn't keep them up past their bedtime.

Following the dinner, we had a family meeting in the Tabernacle. Henry Grow, a bridge builder by trade, designed and helped build the domed roof on the Tabernacle, hence the reunion being held at Temple Square. There we had a kind of introduction and welcome to the reunion.

Jessica, McKall, Tyson, Andrea and Seth waiting for the family meeting in the Tabernacle Friday night. Everyone had name tags--the colored dot represents the wife through which we descend.

How were we able to have a huge reunion on Temple Square, you might ask? When you're related to C. Scott Grow (of the First Quorum of the Seventy) and Marlin K. Jensen (Church Historian), these things happen.

Saturday morning, Seth stayed with the girls to help them get dressed, eat breakfast, etc. at Aunt Susan's while I got up early and went back into downtown Salt Lake to attend some morning discussions. We learned about the 2005-2007 renovation of the Tabernacle and more about the life of Henry Grow and his wives. Then I met up with Seth and the girls so our family could go on a special tour of the Tabernacle. 

Seth points out some of the Tabernacle organ pipes to Analee, Rebekah, Seth and Miriam at the start of our tour.

They had trapdoors open along the top of the balcony so we could see the roof's trusses. A mirror helped us see the arched trusses. 

Then we looked at the displays to learn more about the Grow family. 

Every descendent present at the reunion was asked to place a blue dot on the child through which they descend. Mine is one of many next to Josephine Streeper Grow.

We also spent a little time enjoying the grounds and getting lunch at the new City Creek Mall before loading back up to go home. 

Rebekah walking along the reflection pond next to the temple.

Analee and Miriam at the pond.

Rebekah, Analee and Miriam check out the live fish in the mall's creek.

I wish I could claim some of the genius that Henry Grow had, but my experience in architecture is limited to cutting and installing baseboard. In case you weren't impressed enough by my heritage, here's a quote from Frank Lloyd Wright about the Tabernacle dome: "[The Tabernacle is] one of the architectural masterpieces of the country and perhaps the world."

Lagoon

As part of a family trip to Utah for a family reunion (post to follow), we headed south a day early so we could take the girls to Lagoon on Thursday, July 26. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera (What the ... ?!?), so I have no pictures of terrified/thrilled girls on the roller coaster/carousel. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to give a quick recap.

Rebekah, our cautious first-born, went on one coaster (you know, the old, rickety white one) at the start of our trip, and that ruined her for all other thrill rides. Even though she's tall enough to ride almost all the rides, after that experience she stuck with the safe and easy ones.

Analee, our little daredevil, rode almost everything she could as her current stature. In fact, she rode one roller coaster, Bombora, no fewer than three times because she loved it so much.

Miriam started out terrified on the carousel and refusing to go on anything until I forced her on Puff the Magic Dragon, but after a few rides in Kiddieland, she warmed up to the idea of rides. She rode Bulgey the Whale at least five times while Seth took the girls on other rides.

Seth reports that Wicked is the best roller coaster there is. Bekah wouldn't go, Ana and Miriam couldn't go, and being in my current pregnant state, I had to pass that one up this time. I can't wait to try it on our next trip.

We rounded out the day with lots of drinks (it was at least 97 degrees the day we went), playing in the fountains, a picnic lunch, and crashing at a hotel that night.

Our only photographic evidence of going to Lagoon this summer is from one of the $3 photo booths. Seth and I have a tradition of getting pictures taken in one every time we go to Lagoon together; it's fun to see how we've changed.

(1) Seth and Andrea at Lagoon during our senior trip in May 2000. Our bus's air conditioning broke down on the return trip, and a wreck on the freeway caused us to be stalled in traffic for an hour while Andrea had a crazy bout of heat exhaustion. (2) Seth and Andrea at Lagoon while on a double date the summer before we left for his mission in 2001. We rode down with Adam Butikofer and Amy Barnard to the park. Andrea had another slight bout of heat exhaustion before we left. (3) Seth and Andrea at Lagoon in August 2004. We had gone to Utah to go to Seth's mission friend's reception, and we made a trip to the park to commemorate our 1-year anniversary. (4) Seth, Andrea, Analee, Rebekah and Miriam at Lagoon in July 2012. Obviously it had been a while since our last trip since our numbers have multiplied. And apparently the quality of the photo booths has gone down. 

First day of school

Yesterday Rebekah started 2nd grade.

(Hence the 2.)

She's in Mrs. Comish's class. Mrs. Comish inherited Mrs. O'Donnell's blue-tongued skink when the 5th grade teacher retired at the end of last year, so Bekah is really excited to have it in her class.

She's pretending to feed the skink, which apparently eats lettuce and hamburger.

Analee started kindergarten with Mrs. Schuster the same afternoon.

 

(Hence the K.)

Holding her Olivia backpack (which is funny, because her best friend in kindergarten is named Olivia) and wearing the Tinkerbell shoes (they light up!) and shirt she picked out. She specifically wanted her hair done that way because Bekah had worn it the same way to church the day before. Ana's hair was BARELY long enough to get the two braids together.

Seth took Bekah to the bus stop in the morning, but since Ana doesn't go to school until later and since parents are in charge of getting their kindergarteners to and from school the first week, Miriam and I dropped her off after lunch.

It reminds me so much of this picture of Bekah on her first day of kindergarten.

Miriam is at a bit of a loss with her big sisters gone. After Bekah left on the first day, she kept asking, "Where's Bekah?" And then after we dropped Ana off, it turned into, "Where's Ana?"

After I took the picture of Ana outside the school, I heard Miriam saying, "Cheese!" So I had to get a shot of her too.

Analee and her classmates outside the school. The teacher handed out name tag necklaces and led them in after they had all gathered. Miriam tried getting one as well--she's been telling everyone she's in kindergarten too--but strangely the teacher didn't have one with her name on it.

Both girls came home über-excited about their classes, friends and teachers. Miriam was excited too. I don't think she quite gets the whole, "You get to go to kindergarten when you're a big 5-year-old. How old are you now? That's right, 2. You've got three more years to go" thing. Give her another week of not getting on the bus, and I think she'll catch on.

Lone Star Geyser

As mentioned, I had a 5-miler in Yellowstone planned for last month (July 25). This would be Rebekah's second "real" hike (the first one is chronicled here), and although she dragged her feet on the way there ("It's hot!" "How much farther, Grandpa?" "I'm tired!"), she found a sudden burst of energy when she realized that she had made it to the geyser and lasted all the way back to the van.

We (meaning Grandma Scott, Grandpa Scott, Rebekah and I) drove to Yellowstone that morning, made it through the construction-congested drive to the parking lot and set off for Lone Star Geyser. It's 2.5 miles in on a flat road (it was actually paved a while ago, so they allow bikes as well as hikers on it), so my hips didn't cry as much on this hike as on the last one.

 Andrea (at 29.5 weeks, hence the beer gut) and Rebekah on the way to the geyser. 

The geyser erupts every 3ish hours, so we had to wait around for a while before it would go off again. We took time to eat lunch, and Rebekah did plenty of exploring.

Rebekah performing "experiments" with the geyser run-off. She borrowed empty Ziploc bags from us, gathered the water in them, and dumped them on various plants to see if the water would kill them. 

When it finally went off, we got to enjoy 15 minutes of eruption and a fair amount of chilly geyser rain when the wind changed directions and blew it on us.

Rebekah playing in the mist.

Bekah booked it on the way out (she says the root beer in her hand gave her the energy she needed), but we stopped a few places along the way to identify some wildflowers (fireweed, aster) and learn some new ones (Lewis monkey flower, harebells).

Andrea pointing out wildflowers to Rebekah.

After a quick visit to Old Faithful to see it and Beehive geyser erupt, to buy a Lone Star Geyser patch at the gift shop and to get some ice cream, we drove back out and headed home.

We saw this guy between Madison Junction and West Yellowstone. At first, I thought it was a wolf. Turns out it was just a really big coyote.

 Ana can't wait until she gets to join the annual Yellowstone hike (apparently 6 years old is the magical age for hiking in our family) next year. To see more pictures, click here and scroll down.

Miri-ism #4

The other day, Seth was changing Miri's diaper in her room and was trying to get her to mimic him. He'd say, "Oh, yeah!" and she'd repeat it. But when he tried this phrase out on her, it didn't fly.

Seth: You go, girl!
Miri: No, Daddy. I not going!

Lake Marie

I'm a sucker for hikes. Seth knew this when he suggested that he and I go on a hike he and his family discovered a few years ago. Who cares that I'm in the third trimester with our fourth child?! When the opportunity presented itself (read: Seth's parents offered to have a sleepover with our girls), we drove to Grandma and Grandpa Hendricks' cabin in Island Park, stayed the night and started out to Lake Marie the next morning.

The 8-mile hike didn't disappoint. We saw spectacular views,

Anyone know how this natural terracing came to pass? We're curious.

gorgeous wildflowers,

It sprinkled on us for about half of the way in to the lake, so I shot some rain-sprinkled lupines.

interesting fossils

A fossilized snail shell we saw on the way out.

and other natural phenomena.

A twisted stump we saw on our way back.

We also, of course, saw the lake.

Seth and Andrea at Lake Marie. The run-off streams running into the lake are bone-chillingly cold.

Andrea and Seth above the lake on our way out. It's hard taking self-portraits with your camera balanced on a rock and set on timer mode.

Seth above the lake.

Andrea, at 28 weeks, above the lake.

Although my right hip ached like crazy any time we were going uphill (that's what happens when your babies sink straight to the bottom of your torso), I had a few bouts of contractions on the way, and I ended up getting sunburned despite the careful sunscreening I SWORE I did before we left the van, I loved it and would do it again. Which is good. Because Wednesday I'm doing a 5-miler in Yellowstone.

Callings

I received a new calling in church a few weeks ago: an event that usually sends me into a frenzy of activity. I read through handbooks to know what I'm supposed to do, flip through manuals if I'm a teacher so I can become familiar with the material, pray fervently to be able to follow divine instruction, talk to others in the organization or who previously had the calling to get the gist of what I'll be doing.

I'll admit that although I've gone through all these steps in the past few weeks, it's not been with the usual feeling of being completely overwhelmed. My new calling: ward music director and chairman. I choose hymns for sacrament meeting and arrange to have special musical numbers performed. I also lead the music during sacrament meeting--something I feel comfortable with, having learned to do so when I was a pre-teen.

I know that the purpose of callings is for us to serve others and to learn and grow, and so I'm looking forward to being in charge of the music. That being said, with my past experience in music-related callings, I have the feeling that this one will be almost easy.

As I was thinking about past callings I've had, I thought I ought to document them and what I've learned along the way.

Youth callings

• 1994-2000 I served as counselors in both the Beehive and the Miamaid presidencies as a 12-15-year-old. I also served as Laurel president toward the end of my participation in the Young Women. All of these helped introduce me to the order and method of church callings. We worked with our adult leaders to plan activities and discuss concerns within our group.
• 1999-2000 Also as a young woman, a friend and I were called to help with the monthly ward bulletin. A lady in our ward was in charge of it, but she had been in a major car accident; the bishopric felt that she could use some extra help publishing the bulletin. I took the gathered information and formatted it as a newsletter.

Young single adult callings

• 2000-2001 As a new freshman attending a church school, I was called to be the ward historian. I had never heard of such a position before, but I soon learned that the historian gathers information about the ward throughout the year and sends it to Salt Lake.
• 2001-2002 My sophomore year of college introduced me to teaching in the church: first as a Sunday School teacher and then as a Relief Society teacher. Even though I had planned to receive my bachelor's degree in education, I hadn't really had the experience of instructing a large group before. These callings helped cement my desire to be a teacher. I actually cried as I was released from teaching Sunday School because I had looked forward to studying and preparing the lesson.
• 2002-2003 I was surprised to be called as one of two Relief Society presidents in our student ward. Even though I was also working as editor-in-chief of the student newspaper at the time, the Lord blessed me with enough time to fulfill this calling, which included presiding at Sunday meetings, organizing visiting teaching with the help of my coordinator and calling counselors to help me. Gratefully, I had the help of a wonderful adviser who basically held my hand and led me through all things Relief Society-related. I gained a great appreciation and love for the organization while serving in this calling.

Married callings

• 2003-2004 For the first several months of our marriage, Seth and I attended a married student ward on campus. I was called to be a visiting teaching supervisor. I called sisters in the ward to see if they had completed their visiting teaching, then reported to the coordinator.
• 2004 When we moved to Seth's grandparents' house (they were serving a mission in Salt Lake and asked if we'd like to house-sit for them), we switched wards and started attending a family ward. I was called to be the Young Women music director. As the bishop extended the calling to me, I'll admit that I was caught off-guard. I had never heard of such a position, and I've never been in a ward since that had anyone serve in that calling. It's one of those callings that the bishop can choose to extend should he see fit, but that isn't necessary for the running of the ward. This was one of those callings that, frankly, scared me to death. The ward's previous YW music director had been a music major. My formal music education consists of a couple of years of piano taught by my mom. I directed the Young Women in special musical numbers in sacrament meetings and New Beginnings (something that required me to learn something besides the melody of the songs) and conducted music at their week-day meeting.
• 2005 After we moved to Iona, I was called to be the Relief Society chorister. I chose songs and led music in Relief Society. After teaching parts to the Young Women, this calling was a cinch.
• 2005 When Rebekah was born, we moved to our current location in Coltman. I was almost immediately called to be the Relief Society chorister once again, but I only had the calling for a month or two until I received a different call to serve as the ...
• 2005-2006 Young Women 2nd Counselor. The previous counselor had moved out, and the presidency needed to fill the position. I'll admit, given the charge of overseeing the 12- and 13-year-old girls in our ward was daunting. I was in a presidency with incredible women who had been serving in such a capacity for a while and definitely knew what they were doing. They were all so patient with me as I learned the ropes of working with the youth.
• 2006-2008 Since the rest of the YW presidency had been in for a while, it wasn't too long before the bishopric reorganized the whole presidency. I was released from being a counselor and called to be the Beehive adviser, where I would still be working with the same age of young women. My duties shifted from being in charge of Tuesday activities to merely attending them, and I got to teach the Young Women almost every week. I thought I had found my absolute favorite calling in church and was very sad to be released.
• 2008-2011 I nearly fell out of my chair with the member of the bishopric extended the call of Primary chorister to me. Although I was hoping to have a call in Primary, I wasn't expecting to be in charge of the music. It had been years since I had attended Primary, so I had a million questions after receiving this call: What is the Primary schedule? What does the chorister do? What are the kids' names? As I thought back to my Primary days, I remembered the music more than anything else, and the thought of being in charge of such an integral part of Primary terrified me. The cherry of top of the panic sundae was that the Primary program, when the children sing eight songs they've learned throughout the year during sacrament meeting, was just a month or so away. I thought of all the people in our ward who were so much more qualified than me for this calling (all of whom I'm sure have already had this calling several times). Although this was probably the most labor-intensive calling I've had, it turned out to be another one of my favorites. I got to watch Rebekah come into Primary, I got to learn and grow to love the Primary songs, and I learned to rely on the Lord and trust that this was the right thing for me to be doing at the right time.
• 2011-2012 For more than two-and-a-half years, I got to serve as a Primary teacher for the 10- and 11-year-old boys. It was quite eye-opening for me, a mother of all girls, to work with a class full of young men, but I relished the chance to study the scriptures (New Testament and Book of Mormon) and prepare lessons for them. Which leads us back to ...
• 2011-? We have a smallish ward (for living in a predominantly LDS area). So it's not too unusual to see people with more than one calling at a time. I got to join the ranks of multi-calling people when I was asked to be an Achievement Days leader. The program has changed since I was in Primary (when it was called "Merrie Miss"), but I've enjoyed getting to know the little ladies in our ward as we hold semi-monthly activities and work on passing off their Faith in God award requirements.
• 2012-? Ward music director and chairman. I've had the opportunity to lead the music in sacrament meeting before as a substitute chorister, so that part of the calling doesn't phase me. I look forward to getting to know the hymns better as I choose music for the meetings.

It's interesting to me that so many of the callings I've had since being married deal with music. As I said, I have next to no musical training; I sing soprano not because I've got a good set of pipes (because I really don't), but because I can't find the harmony. I barely play piano well enough to accompany Seth and the girls during Family Home Evening. Yet through these opportunities to serve others, I've grown and learned more than I ever could have without having to jump straight into the fire.

I love this quote from President Monson: "Are you ever guilty of murmuring when a calling comes to you? Or do you accept with thanksgiving each opportunity to serve your brothers and sisters, knowing that our Heavenly Father will bless those whom He calls?"

I can say, without a doubt, that my family and I have been blessed as we have tried to serve faithfully in the church. The Lord has given us so much, and I see callings as a small way to return that favor.

Ana-ism #20

Ana wanted to look at some of the pictures I took on my mission, so I was sitting down with her and explaining them to her. We got to a picture I took of the huge mosaic at the Basilica of Our Lady of San Juan and she was a little confused. I decided it would be a good opportunity to explain a little bit about different beliefs/religions to her (since she's 5, she's not really aware of all the differences out there).

...
Seth: So you see, Ana, the members of this church don't just pray to Heavenly Father, they believe you can pray to Jesus' mother, too.
Ana: Heavenly Mother?
Seth: Um, no. Mary. Jesus' mother on Earth.
Ana: (looking very confused) Huh? Is Jesus okay with that?

Fourth of July

We started out our mid-week holiday by packing up the necessities (sunscreen, water, wagon, treats, sunglasses, empty Ziploc baggies labeled "Analee" and "Rebekah" ("... to put our candy in, Mom.")) and heading to the annual parade. Grandma Scott, Grandpa Scott, Aunt Jessica, Aunt McKall, Uncle Tyson and Bennet had arrived early enough to save us a place along the parade route so we could park our stuff and watch.

Analee brought a flag from home. Rebekah made her flag. Grandma and Grandpa Scott watch in the background.

The big girls watch a car on three wheels. I made both their bows specifically to wear on the Fourth, thank you very much.

Miriam waves the flag a man gave her before the parade started.

Analee doesn't like the loud sirens. Every year when I take my kids to the parade and they cover their ears for the sirens, I think of the parade scene from Mr. Holland's Opus when Cole doesn't wake up and Iris realizes that something is wrong with his hearing. I'm glad my girls don't like the loud noise!

The first time the sirens sounded, Grandma Scott covered Miriam's ears. Every time a big vehicle drove by after that, Miriam put Grandma's hands over her ears just in case.

After the parade, we met up with Seth and my parents' house (he had gone golfing with his dad ... they're both parade grinches ;-)) and had a barbecue. Tyson made some incredible Dutch oven chicken, Mom made awesome Dutch oven potatoes, and I brought along a contribution in the form of Jell-O.

The kids ate and played in the inflatable pool and on the swing set. The rest of us ate and chatted and gave underdogs.

When we had had enough sun and fun, we went home and eventually ended the evening with the Grover fireworks extravaganza (which consists of $28 worth of fireworks bought from a roadside stand). Bekah and Ana loved it, and Miri slept right through the 20-foot blazing inferno that we set off outside her window.

Plus one

For the past several months, I've been helping my little brother and his wife by watching their son while Tyson works and McKall goes to school. It was funny to go on walks around the neighborhood or see friends at the store who would undoubtedly ask, "Whose is this? I thought you only had girls!" Countless times I had people mistakenly assume that Miriam and Bennet are twins; their birthdays are only two weeks apart, and they're both little towheads.

I took these pictures of the wee ones while they were playing on the trampoline a couple of weeks ago.

Miriam knows exactly what to do when the camera comes out: pose for pictures. And Bennet assumes that his skateboard goes everywhere ... even on the tramp.

Sometimes these two play nicely together.

Sometimes they don't.

Bennet really loved playing with the big girls.

I have no idea what Bekah is doing in this picture, but it makes me laugh.