The move and beyond.

My Easter was very fun. I thought it was awesome. We had an Easter egg hunt at my new ward in primary, an Easter Egg hunt at the park with Kim’s kids (my mom’s cousin) and Gina and Aunt Anita. We also had an Easter egg hunt at our house like we do every year where mom gives us an egg with a clue in it where to find the next egg, which takes us to the next egg, and they all say something about Spring, that rhymes with something. Like, our last clue said, “In spring everything comes alive that was dead, to find your prize, look behind the shed!” And there was my basket. And there was a wrist ball, a brown bunny holding a rabbit, and chocolate eggs and jelly beans. Grandma and Grandpa came over, and my Aunt Karen and my cousin Morgan and baby Cooper, and if you know sister Mitchell and their kids, Jamie and Brody and Maggie, they came over for the egg hunt too and helped us find eggs. And now they live in Provo, so they live pretty close to us.

We have two sheds at our house. We have a small shed behind the carport, and a big shed in the back of the yard part of the backyard out by where the swings are, out by the pile of leaves and the ivy. I think it was meant to be a barn, because it is large, barn-shaped, it has the same designs on it that barns do, and it has a barn ladder and hayloft. Our yard has three parts—animal corrals, since the two houses, our house and our neighbors house actually meant to be farms, because there is a HUGE yard to grow plants, a HUGE yard with swings in the back, and an unfinished clubhouse. We need to put up some insulation and drywall in the clubhouse. And then there is some corrals in the back, with a broken down chicken coop. We’re probably going to tear it down and build a new chicken coop to make a place for them to sleep. Because the corral walls are the kind to put horses in, and not chickens in, we’re going to put chicken wire around it.

Mainly what I do all day is, I go outside. There is a lot of pasture outside. Sophie goes to pet the horses and talk to them, I try to fix the playhouse or add some decorations to it, but I never succeed, because as I start getting the screw into the wall, the screw quits turning because it is not a very good screwdriver. One of my favorite pastimes is to put a huge ladder that looks like a radio tower, it’s probably 12 feet high, and then I take the long rope swing up there, get my legs ready to get on it, and jump off and then slide onto it, and then I fall down so I have time to fall down to it, and I start whooshing through the air, and I get that weird feeling in my tummy as I fly through the air, and then I come back and open my legs so I don’t hit the ladder. It’s best if I had my back to the ladder. There have been some times when I hit the ladder hard enough to make it fall down. Once I hit it hard enough that it scratched my ankle and took off my shoe.

Right now I’m jumping off the ladder off the 9th step. Once the ladder fell down with me on it, and I hurt myself, so now I get the creeps if I’m way up there, but if I have the swing I know I can just jump right on and save myself.

I like our house because it has the clubhouse on it. That top part of the clubhouse used to be the messiest part, with insulation, and a saw and a hammer and nails on the floor, but I cleaned all that out, and put some carpet temporarily on the ground, so it looks like the cleaning person came and cleaned it up. Uncle Ben still has to put the roof plates.

Once I ran around the yard and I was able to run around the yard part in 30 seconds, because I used my stopwatch from the Wendy’s meal.

I like my new house.