Summer Fun at Bear Lake!

We recently spent some time at Bear Lake. If you've not been there yet you should go check it out. Located right on the boarder of Utah and Idaho the brilliant blue waters of this lake are amazing!

The young women from our church had a summer camp at the lake. Since Lois was helping at the camp and I get to work with the young women we all attended for one night. It was so much fun.

We had time at the beach which you can see Eloise enjoyed. We also had a great time hiking through Minetonka cave (that one is all Idaho's).

I think the thing that most amazed me was the amount of time that went into putting together the camp. The adult leaders and the older girls that helped run the camp had clearly caught the vision of what the camp should be--a time to come together and friends to grow together.

As for Larson, my son, he really enjoyed all the attention he was getting from all those older grils. Hey, what guy wouldn't want a bunch of pretty ladies telling him how great he is? Thanks for all the fun. Can't wait until next year!

Is that a mouse in the house? I'm seriously a pushover.

A few years ago I received a report from my wife about a statement my oldest daughter (7 or 8 years old at the time) made to a friend while being chauffeured to some activity.

"I'll just ask my dad to do it," my daughter had offered her friend, "I can get him to do anything."

I was determined to be must less accommodating at that point. I've realized however that she must be right. I wish my inability to say no was limited to my relationship with just one of my children. Alas, the fact that I've got a mouse in my house is proof that I am weak, weak, weak! And my weakness may just end up costing me my health.

Seriously, don't these kids realize how many germs rodents can carry? Wasn't it a mouse that brought down the Roman Empire with disease? I'm pretty sure it was a rodent that brought disease and depravity to the new world, wasn't it?

I have to admit that watching the determination of my kids to get the mouse home (they had to write a one-page essay on why they should be allowed and how they would care for the little thing) and their ingenuity when they realized a standard hamster wheel wasn't going to give Lulu the exercise a healthy mouse needs.

Now, let's just hope the little beast doesn't get out unattended. I can't imagine the sadness we'll have when Lulu no longer make the Shasta bottle buzz across the floor.