Mid July we went to Denver to visit my parents for a long weekend. My mom was being a cry baby bc it had been a whole 2 weeks since she'd seen Lola and thought she was going to die if she didnt get a Lola fix ASAP. The trip started off awful as we decided to drive and when we got to the top of Spanish Fork Canyon our car broke down. Being in the canyon we had no cell service and Luke had to flag down a car, at 10 at night, in the dark. The Tow to get us back to Spanish Fork city was 300 and we didnt even get there until 1:30am. Poor Brittany had to drive from PG to come get us. We went back home to get some rest before beginning our journey the next day in our other car. As soon as we got on the road, Lola cried. For 3 hours!! We kept having to stop and try to console/feed/play with her. It took us 3 hours to get to to Price (it should only take 1) Argh! I so badly wanted to give up and go home. Then in the middle of screaming Lola quieted right down, went straight to sleep and slept the entire rest of the way there (another 6 hours). The rest of the trip was great. We spent the weekend hanging out and having a good time with the family. Side note on the title: We call my Dad Bonka bc when my nephew, Dylan, was little he couldnt say Grandpa. Instead it came out sounding like Bonka and it has just always stayed. We used to always call my Mom Grammy but recently she saw the movie Pineapple Express and when she did not find the humor, saying it was a ridiculous movie, we started calling her the Grandmas nickname in the movie--Bubby. She HATES it. So we try our best to keep it up :)
Lola hanging out on Bonka's lap
The cutest sneeze ever!
A random Owl that hangs out on my parents neighbors roof. I dont think Ive ever seen an owl in the wild, let alone in a city like that. Creepy.
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