I am a fan of traditions. I had a class...two classes, in fact, that stressed traditions. Love them. I grew up having waffles every Sunday after church. Along with that tradition came the tradition of getting a headache every time. That's a lame-o tradition, but nonetheless...
This little post will discuss two very favored traditions. The first, is the tradition in Provo that centers around the BYU Creamery on 9th. How many of you, when you come to Utah, and particularly Provo, have to go to the Creamery and get a nice scoop of ice cream in your favorite BYU flavor? My mom's tradition is Coconut Joy. My roommates, Graham Canyon.
Well, this Creamery tradition runs deep in LDS culture. Especially on Monday nights, as a Family Home Evening treat/outing/activity.
The second tradition involves Rach and me going as a pre-FHE outing to eat cracked pepper french fries, too much fry sauce and sit outside (typically on the middle picnic table, with our backs against the wall and our legs up on the opposite seats) and watch all of the little families that come to fulfill their traditions. Love it.
Tonight might have taken the cake. It's a toss up. Once we saw little twin boys that were watching Rach eat her ice cream and walked, one right after the other, into one of the picnic benches. Mind you, these two little boys were preceded by a little 5 or 6 year old girl that randomly whipped out a cartwheel. Classic.
But tonight. A cute family got out of their Mercedez wagon and were so cute and all the little kids were beautiful. One little boy got out and was ready and eager. Another little boy was lifted out of his car seat by his dad and was out like a light. Completely tuckered out. Another boy and a girl, who appeared to be the oldest, got out of the back. The boy, with tears running down his face is walking to catch up to the mom and pleading to her. What is he saying to her? Some might think this is inappropriate or gross. Yes, it is. But it was so unexpectedly hilarious and even Rachie was laughing, hard.
"Mom, make her stop farting in my face."
oh sisters.
This little post will discuss two very favored traditions. The first, is the tradition in Provo that centers around the BYU Creamery on 9th. How many of you, when you come to Utah, and particularly Provo, have to go to the Creamery and get a nice scoop of ice cream in your favorite BYU flavor? My mom's tradition is Coconut Joy. My roommates, Graham Canyon.
Well, this Creamery tradition runs deep in LDS culture. Especially on Monday nights, as a Family Home Evening treat/outing/activity.
The second tradition involves Rach and me going as a pre-FHE outing to eat cracked pepper french fries, too much fry sauce and sit outside (typically on the middle picnic table, with our backs against the wall and our legs up on the opposite seats) and watch all of the little families that come to fulfill their traditions. Love it.
Tonight might have taken the cake. It's a toss up. Once we saw little twin boys that were watching Rach eat her ice cream and walked, one right after the other, into one of the picnic benches. Mind you, these two little boys were preceded by a little 5 or 6 year old girl that randomly whipped out a cartwheel. Classic.
But tonight. A cute family got out of their Mercedez wagon and were so cute and all the little kids were beautiful. One little boy got out and was ready and eager. Another little boy was lifted out of his car seat by his dad and was out like a light. Completely tuckered out. Another boy and a girl, who appeared to be the oldest, got out of the back. The boy, with tears running down his face is walking to catch up to the mom and pleading to her. What is he saying to her? Some might think this is inappropriate or gross. Yes, it is. But it was so unexpectedly hilarious and even Rachie was laughing, hard.
"Mom, make her stop farting in my face."
oh sisters.
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