This year we had our annual Anderson Reunion in Park City, UT. We stayed in a beautiful home in the Canyons resort. It was three stories so there was plenty of space for us to spread out, which meant you didn't have to hear screaming babies if you didn't want to. It also meant that we had to be extra careful about all the stairs, but fortunately we didn't have any falls.
Within five minutes of arrival this is where you found Grandma, Bec and Katy. This puzzle table was always occupied by someone (not me...).
Our reunion was Avenger themed. I made a bunch of cute masks that we occasionally wore throughout the week. During an especially exciting game of squeak I donned Hulk mask because I was filled with rage. It didn't improve my next game but somehow made me feel better.
One of our favorite activities was our nerf war. My dad is ruthless- but very worried about eye protection.
The family picture was very difficult to capture this year. I forgot my tripod and remote so after a lot of maneuvering we managed to get the camera high enough, but then we couldn't figure out how to put it on a timer! I swear I've done it before but it the end we only managed a 2 second timer. Danny pushed the button and ran. You see how well that worked...
In the end Grandma took a pic of the Greg Anderson clan. We're wearing the awesome Avengers shirts Katy made for us (and I drew out:).
After all this hassle the kids were NOT feeling it. We thought we could try to get just a couple with grandma...nope.
Lucy, however, was kind and willing to take a picture for us.
The only family shot we got that was at all decent.
The picture that made the whole event worth it. I LOVE Lucy's face playing with grandpa.
Most of the time we played with babies, went on walks, ate yummy food and enjoyed naptimes in the giant theater room watching each individual avenger movie. On Friday Mom, Katy and I went into Salt Lake to the Conference Center for president Monson's birthday party.
Now for the story. We dropped off Katy to get our tickets and find out where our designated parking spot was. We were supposed to park about four blocks away from the conference center. Mom and I slugged through traffic while Katy got us ourseats, a little anxious that we wouldn't get there before the "30 min early-and-we -give-your-seat-away" deadline. Mom and I finally parked and speed walked to the conference center. We arrived dripping sweat with smeared mascara and blisters on our heels. We went through security and the door attendent was handing out plastic bins for personal items. Forgetting this wasn't an airport and Mom's bag would only be glanced through, not put through an x ray machine, I threw her keys into the bin and went through security. Unfortunately, I beeped going through the machine and was directed into the room where I was worried some poor old missionary would have to frisk me. Fortunately I didn't beep going through the second metal detector, Mom grabbed her bag and we raced to our seats right ahead of the stand-by line. Here we are super excited for the event...
After a very nice musical program we waited outside to chat with Grandma Kay, Grandpa Dee and Nancy. We chatted for quite awhile, helped Grandma to the car and finally, at about 10:30 PM, headed to our own car. We made the long trek and I whined about my bleeding heel the whole way. We were pooped and ready to go home...but where were the keys? After a furious search we realized they were definitely not there and then realized where we had left them. I switched shoes with Katy and ran ahead trying to make it to the conference center before it was completely closed down. While Ir an I dialed every phone number for the Center/church security I could trying to get a hold of a real person. After finally getting on the line and being on hold for five minutes, the security guy hung up on me. I got back to the center and started banging on the doors. I would occasionally see a janitor but they either ignored me or had their music up really high. I banged and ran around the center to different door for probably ten minutes before I saw a security-like person. I thought he would walk right by me but after some very vigorous pounding (yeah my hands were seriously sore) I got his attention. Five minutes later Mom and Katy had arrived and the keys were in hand! I blessed that man and his posterity I was so happy. Here we are freakishly tired and relieved, and slightly hysterical.
Saturday was my 29th birthday. Man just writing that out makes me feel old. I always thought people who had hissy fits about turning 30 were silly. Thirty is still very young! Well, now that my twenties are quickly coming to an end I'm getting a bit upset about it! That said I had a wonderful birthday. That morning my mom made me Sally Lund bread, which is more like breakfast cake, and I loved it. I put the babies to bed and Becca, Dad, Danny, Lucy and I headed up the mountain to go zip lining.
On her first gondola ride. She LOVED it.
I like a mild thrill but Becca and Danny are way braver than me. They chose to do the more adventurous of the two ziplines, so we did a trainer rope, the red pine zip line and then the serious zip line. I'm really glad we did-it was so much fun. Becca and I rode side by side and screamed the whole way. It was awesome.
Lucy videoed and took pictures of our first two ziplines. Here is her self portrait.
On the way back down the gondola. What a perfect little tourist.
It was such a great day. I like having a birthday over a family reunion, I was completely spoiled all day!
