Things were relatively under control until we discovered two of the kids had exceptionally snotty noses. Over the next 90 minutes, Donna and I were kept very busy wiping these runny noses every few minutes and gagging everytime we felt the warm, gooey, germ-ridden SLIME fill up the crumpled toilet paper.
About 15 minutes into class, the smell of "Poopy Diaper" began to wift ever so gently throughout the room. At 16 minutes into class, the smell was suffocating the room and Donna happily discovered the lone window in the nursery room was fastened shut with bolts. Those DARN black bolts deprived us of precious gulps of fresh air. I quickly hit the ground and began sniffing every one of those 18 bums. The "Poopy Diaper" smell was so thick that it sabotaged my sense of smell and very soon all bums smelled the same. So we were hopelessly stuck in the room without knowing who the poopy culprit was. I totally felt like we were Jon and Kate Plus Eighteen! 
A few breathtaking minutes later we finally caught the little stinker and off we went to the bathroom (there is a small bathroom conveniently located inside the nursery room). Only problem was, the kid was wearing pull-ups and Poop does not do well in pull ups. Needless to say, I soon had poop on my right hand and was desperately searching the cupboards for Clorox wipes....gagging all the way. At this very moment, a child who shall remain anonymous but looking very much like the punk in the picture below, went postal and began hitting every child within reach.
A few breathtaking minutes later we finally caught the little stinker and off we went to the bathroom (there is a small bathroom conveniently located inside the nursery room). Only problem was, the kid was wearing pull-ups and Poop does not do well in pull ups. Needless to say, I soon had poop on my right hand and was desperately searching the cupboards for Clorox wipes....gagging all the way. At this very moment, a child who shall remain anonymous but looking very much like the punk in the picture below, went postal and began hitting every child within reach. 
Donna sprang into action and practically tackled the tike in midair as she lept across numerous kids playing on the floor. Three children immediately began screaming after being hit by this bully. I couldn't do much to help as I had crap dripping from my right hand. The three toddlers wailed in unison as the instigator of this beating quietly went back to playing with his toy train. I'm sure the Bishop wondered what the heck was going on in the Nursery Room!
Coloring time quieted the children down and the activity was a success with the exception that one child thought it would be fun to use a purple crayon on my nice white dress shirt. Things certainly couldn't get any worse....right? Well, this just wasn't our day because shortly after the kids stopped coloring, a lovely two year old girl began.....THROWING UP! Oh, you don't even know the fear I have of puking! It is truly one of the most traumatic trials of this mortal existence. So there I stood, drippy snot on my left hand, poop on my right hand, purple crayon on my white shirt, and vomit on my right shoe. I felt like showering in 409 disinfectant spray just as soon as I made it home from Church. Lucky for me a woman walked in and cleaned up the mess on the carpet. She surely was an Angel from on high because HE knows I don't do well cleaning barf out of carpet. For all you soon-to-be parents out there, you've got a special time awaiting you when your kids get sick! Well, I'll close this dramatic story by saying that We've got six days to recover and recuperate before we walk into room 105: Nursery Room A to do it all over again.
It's a boy! Yes, we finally have a boy in the house. We named him Casper. He is so cute and sweet when he is sleeping! 
He loves to play with all of the girl's toys............okay, okay so this was our first cat. I guess there is a reason we have no boys in this house. Our little Casper was kind of crazy. After we had him for a few days we figured out that he really didn't like to be petted. We tried to hold him and all he would do is bite us. I know that kittens like to bite and play a lot but my gosh we couldn't sit down without being attacked. I remember seeing Nicole running for her life with Casper nipping at her feet; that was the last straw. I marched over to my neighbors house(that's where we got the kitten from) and picked a different kitten. I decided to be safe and pick a girl, sorry Ry! Here is our new kitten......Jasmine
As you have noticed Ryan loves to tease our little kitten and put her into various objects.....okay so I am guilty of laughing too. Jasmine is a little bit more mild mannered. While she does like to play she seems to know the difference between us and our girls. It's a little hard to get used to having a pet in the house though. Sometimes I wonder if she likes to be stepped on or kicked across the room. And the attacking us at the bottom of the stairs...there's some awesome jumps and leaps going on in our house. I'm sure there will be many more blogs to come with our new family pet!
I had Kate invite a little too many friends last year and I was a little overwhelmed so we kept it to how ever old you are is how many you invite. She was really excited for all her gifts that she got (yeah more teeny tiny toy pieces to clean up).
When she as done opening all her presents I sent them all on a treasure hunt to find the 
In the 
Don't gasp in awe, I did not make this cake. I did that last year with Kaitlyn's and this year I thought better of it. Jessy totally loved this cake, it was really cute and yummy too (Ryan really enjoyed the yummy part)!
These Filet Mignon Steaks were soooo Tasty! We also enjoyed fresh-picked corn on the cob, homemade rolls and delicious home-grown peaches in yummy cobler.
After our delicious dinner, we settled in around the campfire as Grandpa Graf read us the story of ole' Ephraim; a Grizzly Bear that terrorized sheep herders in the Cache Mountains years ago. I don't think any of us slept very well after that lovely bedtime story! Coincidentally we were camped at the very site that we spotted two Bears during last years' hunt. Curt is holding onto his hat, bracing for the next spooky sentence Grandpa will utter. What is that dark object I see in the black abyss behind Curt?!? I think I'll leave the bear story home next year.
We survived the long night and climbed out of our warm sleeping bags early the next morning to start the big hunt. Thanks to Kyle's tracking skills, I was able to find this buck and we had another successful hunt. Great memories all around. 
This photo was inspired by an April/Ashley picture posted on April's blog. Here is Kaitlyn saying goodbye to her best friend for the past 4 years, her little sister Jessy. To my knowledge the two have Never been seperated until now. Jessica cried as Kaitlyn walked away to the bus stop on her first day. (As if Dad needed anymore reason to hate this day even more!)
As Kate boarded the bus enroute to the evil school I kept thinking of the first time we brought her home from the hospital the day after she was born. I can't believe how fast time flies.
We went camping after the parade in Cedar. The girls absolutely LOVED the 
At Newport we pretty much just played in the sand and jumped in the waves. 
One things for sure, we all got sunburned and had 
