We thought it might be fun to take the kids up to BYU Idaho. More than the name has changed since I was a Viking. We had a hard time finding our way around, maybe because we followed the signs and not our instincts. The signs are for the long route apparently. I would love for the boys to go to school there when they get older. I have lots of great Ricks College memories.
After some pizza and pizza bombs we met up with most of the rest of the family for a straw maze adventure. Brigham's birthday was on Sunday and this is how he chose to celebrate.
This kid is so cute. He also didn't try to run off like the rest of the kids did. Being strapped in a stroller and literally unable to walk helped, but he is such a good kid I don't think he will ever do anything like his older cousins did.
I thought we (the adults) were right behind the kids but we went around one corner and they had all disappeared. This was a serious straw maze and not exactly the place you want to get separated from your kids. We found Zack & Haylee pretty quickly and then Ashtyn and Ben but there was no sigh of Noah, Brigham, Brock and Macy-the three littlest kids. We were really hoping that Noah was with Macy. Instead of going through the maze to find the exit, we went through hoping to find the kiddos. And it took us nearly 45 minutes before we did. Naughty, naughty kids who didn't even think they were being naughty.
We did a lot of this in the maze. Pick a direction you are confident leads to the exit, then
turn around and try something else.
The normal time to finish is about an hour and I think we were pretty close to that. Local gossip is that someone go so lost they called 911. We couldn't get phone reception so that wouldn't have helped us, nor did it help us find Noah. So much for technology.
Usually on the last day we are in Idaho, Matt likes to get up early and take Noah out to see Suzie's grave. This time I decided to tag along and bring the other two boys. I don't know if I will be invited to go again, because I also discovered that part of this little tradition (which typically takes place on a Sunday) is that they go to the gas station and get some treats. I wouldn't let him invoke "travel status" because we were flying home and didn't need to buy gas. I know, I am no fun and totally lame.
