Christmastime 2006. I asked Kelley to knit Ricky and me beanies to match the one she made for Grace. She’s really good. It’s Ricky’s favorite. This was another attempt to get a family photo for Christmas cards. I'll send them out one of these years.
That’s what the Rasmuson cabin in Duchesne (pronounced doo-shAne) is named. This is Thanksgiving 2006. Pictured from left to right: Gramma Marilyn, Ricky, Grace, Amy, Tiffany, Chase, Mike, David, Diana, & Charlie.
“Is this way starboard or port? I never can tell the difference,” says Grace at her cousin Chase’s birthday party. He got a sandbox shaped like a boat.
I don’t know why it’s so much fun to dress alike. I do it almost every day. Emma likes it too.
Someday, arabesque with attitude and pirouettes rond de jambe.
Today, just a pink tutu, chubby feet, and sore ankles.
Someone (not me), who loves to photograph her niece, and takes an insane amount of pictures, decided to put Grace in Gramma Karen’s flowerbed. Apparently Grace has no green thumb. But at least she’s photogenic.
Grace with her uncle, Dan, who, bytheway, doesn’t like to wear shirts. I love the way he loves her.
Grace, Emma, and Hannah outside the front door at the Robisons.
