August 8th, 2009

Brent spent 4 days backpacking in the WindRiver Mountain Range with his friend Jake Andersen. They hiked about 50 miles in 3 days. These pictures pretty much speak for themselves.

A one year old's eye view.

A few more pictures from the reunion:
My Aunt Dianne brought a whole load of western apparel and we had a fantastic time dressing up with our families and taking old fashioned photos.
Above left : Allie, Laura, Emma and Krista
Above: the infamous tew girls, Abby, Sarah, Maren and Ellen.

For the reunion this year my Mom asked me to write the Melodrama. I had so much fun making Eliza and Henry win over the evil Shagnasty. Who knew that a nonalcoholic saloon could get a hero into so much trouble. It turned out, well, about like you'd expect from those crazy Jemmetts! Our modest dancehall girls danced a fantastic tew-step, Dad was a hillarious villain, the heroine was sweet and Tim was a hysterical in his too-short overalls. Hurray for stock endings and good sports.

We have a new cousin!
Little Addison Jane Stafford joined my sister Maren's family on July 8th.
The kids and I headed to Idaho and spent just over a week at my Mom's house helping with Maren's other three girlies.
These pictures were taken a month later at the Jemmett Reunion.

Jemmett Family Reunion '09
This year the girls and I went by ourselves to the family reunion, Brent was hiking in the woods with a friend. But we had a great time anyway. This year's reunion was packed with all sorts of great things to do:
eating (of course, Navajo tacos and birthday cake)
The favorite four-wheeler train
visiting in the shade(it was great to see so many people)
Grandma Bucks
volleyball
lawn ball
playdough
treasure hunts
old fashioned photographs
The traditional Melodrama
and an auction where the little kids tried to outbid the Grandma's
August 2009

For Brent who went to the mountains instead of coming waterskiing with his beautiful wife and children...



I still got it!

I also did two runs on the wakeboard, but the pictures didn't quite turn out.
It was so neat to be able to still be able to jump the wake after a few years of maternity leave:)

My Dad who taught me how to ski when I was eight. A grandpa, but still takin' his girls skiing at Ririe Reservoir!

The girls who absolutely loved the boat, swimmin' in the water, holding up the orange flag, and were great keeping their lifejackets on the whole time. They kept cheering me on from the boat, I've never had such great fans!