Amy Returns

We finally have both of our missionaries back home! Amy returned last Wednesday (Aug. 11) at almost 8 at night (so all of our photos are either in-doors or rather dark). But it sure was fun to see her again and have her home.


The anxious airport wait... (with much shifting and displaying of the welcome home signs)

(Tom prepping for his Aunt Susie's enthusiastic greeting for Amy.)

Amy's entrance....

The family greetings....

The siblings all together again....

Summer 2009 catch up

Here are the events from this summer that I have yet to post pictures about. I meant to. Honestly. But there were just too many good ones to chose from. So, here are just some highlights.


July 3, 2009
Providence, Utah
(a.k.a. Tom's first real experience with firework-type explosives)

Thomas and Dad and the sparklers

Our pantless Tom and sparklers.

Mom, Tom, and the sparklers.


Bradshaw Family Reunion
July 4th weekend 2009 - Rupert, Idaho

There were lots of memorable events from the reunion - but here the big ones.

Jumping into the well. (Other "brave" souls, not John and I.)
There goes Cindy.

And Dave.

And Mitch and Marcus.

Here are the three mermaids... Cindy, Teresa, and Lindsey.

Cold, but happy Lindsey and Teresa.


And then there were more explosives for Tom's enjoyment.

Tom watching the shooting competition.

Tom gets to shoot the rifle with Dad and Grandpa Bradshaw.


Dave takes a turn.

Uncle Jim gets accosted by a Redneck Entertainer... oops, sorry, its Rednek Intertaner.

See

And here is what the Rednek Intertaner did

Teresa, Dave, and Mary Alice hanging out.

Sue and Mary Alice

Dad and Tom on the big tractor.

Mom and Mary Alice hanging out.

Our impromptu Camping-trip-turned-outdoor-hotdog-cooking-night-because-all-the-campsites-were-full expedition




And our trip to Bear Lake the next day. Which was actually supposed to be to the Minnetonka Caves, but the tours were all filled, so we went to the Lake and found out the beach was just as full. But persistence pays off, people... if you park your gear on the edge of someone else's turf... after an hour or so, they will leave.

Our castle.

Tom helping to dig the holes.