Instead of spreading some attention, presents, and parties throughout the year, I cram it all in one month for my husband. During the month of June John gets pretty spoiled, not that he isn't the rest of the year. He is quite the wacko guy. He is the best father and husband anyone could ever ask for. John is such a hard worker and rarely sits down. The minute he gets home from work he is playing with the kids. Most already know he loves food and is a great cook. 90% of our meals are made by him, and they're not just your average meals. Once in a while he finds time to road bike, mountain bike, play basketball, ride four wheelers and watch theJazz. We can't forget he does have some weird quirks. John is a terrible dancer, but he does do it all the time to make the kids laugh and annoy me. All the neighbor kids come to him for their bike repairs needs, flat tires, seat adjustments etc. Cameron, our five year old, can swim better than him. John loves to express his opinion, particularly about politics, and grammar. John doesn't go a night without reading every letter to the editor in the newspaper. He can't even get two knuckles into his beady little mouth, but boy he sure does have nice legs. I don't know what we would do without him. We love him like crazy.
Annual Homestead Whoorah!!!! This was my 30th year, John's 9th, and the tradition has been going 33 years. Every year is great for the family. Swimming, tennis, golfing, bike riding, more swimming, Park City Alpine slides, park, great food, cram a hundred people in one condo, and ongoing fun. Years past we have run into intense rain, but this year we were pretty lucky. The rain came at times no one really cared. In a lot of ways you can compare the Homestead to Hawaii. It does have the Heber Valley Volcano and mineral pools.
Gabby and her couz's enjoying the duck pond
Cameron, Rob, and Colter having chicken fights
I think Mitch's third time swimming today
Part family picture, that was all that could fit on the bench
Park City Ski Resort, without the skiing today. We're headed up, to ride the slides down.
John and I raced down the hill with the kids on our laps. Mitch giggled the whole way down.
Mitch is crying because he cannot get the airplane to fly up (note to self...never tell him again the planes can go up if you pull the handle, until he is strong enough to pull it up). Funny thing is, his cousin (Stu) got on after him and the same thing happened to him. You would've thought we would have learned our lesson. 
The Twins, Wes and Stu, trying to talk the other one into jumping in first
