Easter Weekend

We went to St. George this year for Easter. We had a fun time, but I still really don't like to be away from my family on holidays. I'm sure someday I will get used to it. There were 17 people staying at Kit's aunt's house, and two dogs. There were also other people in and out all weekend, so it was a little bit crazy. Friday we hiked to some waterfalls. Then went home and had dinner.



After dinner it was time for the big draw.

Kit has an uncle who is loaded and an alcoholic. Every year he goes to the hunting expo or sportsmans expo (I can't remember which) and buys these really expensive tags. The drunker he gets, the more he buys. So this year he bought like six different tags, one of which is the same tag he had last year. Once he sobered up a little bit, he realized there is no way he will be able to go on all of those hunts. He sold a moose tag to a friend and decided to give the Henry deer tag to one of his nephews. Kit has been putting in for this tag for 11 years. This is like his lifetime dream. Earlier that day, Kit's cousin who has never hunted and really has no desire to hunt told Kit and Chant that if he drew the tag, he would trade it to one of them for their baseball and football cards. They were all over that until their uncle told them that there was no trading. There were four people in the drawing, Kit, his two brothers, and their cousin. They drew numbers out of a hat to see who would get to go first. The cousin got to go first and Kit was the last to draw. There were four Aces on the table face down, each with a different buck and the hunter who had shot it. They were mossback cards because this is also a hunt guided by Doyle Moss. Whoever drew Kit's uncle and his buck was the winner. There was also a second place that went to whoever drew the card of another guy from Vernal. Second place gets the hunt if for some reason first place cannot go (i.e. not passing hunter's safety). Everyone picked which cards they wanted, and kept them face down on the table. They all turned them over at the same time. I couldn't tell who had one because no one got really excited. Kit yelled "Dangit", so I knew he didn't win. His mom (who had drawn for his brother who wasn't there) was just laughing, and Chant and Cole were just standing there. Cole, the cousin, ended up being the winner and Kit got the second place card. After the drawing Cole went to his room and cried. Kit and Chant were pretty upset, and still are. Colt is not upset because it was a relief to him not to have it. He is the brother who needs the kidney transplant and he doesn't handle stress very well. His wife is also pregnant and due around the time of the hunt. I think Kit is getting more okay with it because he knows that he will draw in the next five years, but he will have to do his own scouting.

Saturday we went four-wheeling/dirt biking. Kit, his brother and two cousins were on dirt bikes. I had to ride on a four-wheeler with Kit's uncle, which was a little bit uncomfortable for me... We rode to some pretty cool spots and went to a spot where we could over look a lake. Once we got there, we traded with Kit's mom and her husband (I don't like to call him Kit's step-dad, it's a touchy subject). They had been driving a razor. Let me just tell you how great that was! The ride back was so much smoother and we were able to go so much faster. I also felt more safe in it. Kit and I have been looking at them and will probably buy one someday (in the distant future). When we got back, we had dinner and then the kids dyed eggs.

Sunday morning we got up and hid the eggs for the kids. Kit helped his cousin find tons of eggs and then helped him eat all of the candy he got. After that, we loaded up and headed home. We were able to listen to the last session of conference in the car, so that was nice. Now I need a weekend to recover from all of the excitement.

New Hair Do...

Kit is a very impatient person, especially when it comes to getting his hair cut. He gets a little angry when he needs a hair cut and someone can not fit him in right then. He also thinks that the cutter of hair should come to him because his mom used to cut hair and she could do it whenever and wherever he needed it done. Well, for the last week or so he has been telling me that he really needs a hair cut. He made an appointment with Baily. She was staying late at work to do it, but then he had to stay even later at work, so he couldn't go. I was out of town working and he texted me to see if I cared if he shaved his head. At first I kinda thought he meant he was going to bic it, but he said that he was just going to buzz it. I told him this was fine since he had buzzed his hair last winter after the mohawk. Well when I got home that night, he had done his own hair. The clippers he used didn't have the guard he wanted, so he did it without a guard. It's pretty short. Here's a picture of the damage. Sorry it's the same as the one in the other post. I don't take many pictures. Oh, and here's a picture of him and his new glasses. Ha ha....