Blanket Adventures and More

This week Dear Readers another Adventure Thursday - we have returned amongst the living to visit Veterans Memorial Park in West Jordan. Okay, judging from the three teenagers collapsed in a heap on the jean quilt I made out of well, jeans and Christmas pajamas - made by our very own Grandma - that my children have outgrown, we, or more to the point they, barely arose to join the living.

I'm suspecting a theme here. Dear Readers may I present evidence for closer inspection:

Last week at Antelope Island: Back Seat Adventures.

This week at Veteran's Memorial Park: Blanket Adventures.

Note to Grandma:
Dear Grandma,
              Thank you for all the beautifully cozy pajamas over the years (this flashback picture is from Christmas 2010 and as a side note, these pajamas have not yet been transformed into a blanket). And Grandma, did you every imagine these warm vibrant pajamas would be so adored that after many sweet dreams in our pajama gowns and pants, they would be the integral squares in nostalgic quilts and that those quilts would be used for Blanket Adventures and spotlighted in our new blog?!

Give Grandpa a big  hug from all of us!

The park scene: the two younger sibs enjoyed romping around the wooden play structures highlighting architecture and destinations in Utah  - as the three older sibs enjoyed their blanket burrito (to see the "blanket burrito" you will need to leap frog over to Teri's blog: joyfulliberation.blogspot.com/) .

One such destination: Antelope Island.

Of course, we had to stop by Gaunt's Woolen mill to stock up on more wool for our crafting: hand-felted creatures, hats, and scarves; all projects we worked on kissed by the dappled sunlight as we sat upon a blanket, engaged in our own blanket adventure.

 

Join us in our trip down memory lane: 

Teri pushing our children just like we did when we met one another for the first time. This is even the same style of swing we pushed our littles on. Deaer Readers I beseech you to gaze upon Teri's serene expression of happy nostalgia.

Surprise visitor - I was busily needle felting under Teri's watchful eye when who should approach, Stephanie from: ordinary life magic. It was as if she, her two children, and husband appeared by magic: which wouldn't at all surprise me. For the last time I saw Stephanie she was garbed in a witch's costume complete with a black hat at Teri's Halloween Party. My Dear Readers I would be delighted if your park day should include the magical materialization of an old friend.

 

After a quick romp in the grass, we folded our blankets, and packed them away in the hope of many more adventures amongst the living.

In the Beginning...

Every blog has a beginning, and this is mine. First of all, meet Teri. Some of you may already be acquainted with Teri. For those of you who have not yet had the pleasure of meeting her, I will gladly make the introductions: Dear Readers, this is Teri. Teri, these are my Dear Readers. As you can see, she is a very powerful woman. I am pleased to add that Teri is my best friend. I first met Teri many year ago when we were Unschoolin' Mamas. We were standing side by side pushing our youngest children - Teri's Willow and my Eli - on the swings at Liberty Park. I had no idea then that a blog would be my destiny.

 This is me. We are on our second Thursday Adventure at Antelope Island. It was about this time, the blood rushing to my head, that Teri said to me: "You should write a blog." Hmmm...me? A BLOG? If any of  my Dear Readers are also one of my 12 Facebook friends (because I never post except when I changed my profile picture to the Androgynous Cow Person, which was me last Halloween) then you understand my cynical response that was followed by a laugh. Really Teri? What would I say?  To whom would I be speaking? And more importantly, would anyone want to read my version of my days and look at pictures of me bum?A-Ha! I caught you. To all this Teri replied, "Your blog will be amazing." So spurred on by my friend's enthusiasm and confidence, here I am. Would you like to meet my inspiration for my blog?

TA-DA... 

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My inspiration for Journey Amongst the Living -

my children (three are mine and two are Teri's).

They are all so thrilled to be posing by a bronzed bison. I tried talking the 5 into "riding" the bison but the 5 law-abiding -or in this case, sign-abiding - pointed out a small plaque at the foot of the bison that stated: PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH. 

I was slightly discouraged by the DO NOT TOUCH bison but later I talked Teri into riding the wooden bull with a crick in his neck; happiness and harmony was restored.

YE-HAW!

It was yippee-kayay of a day.