Who Doesn’t Love the Spot Where the Sagebrush Grows?

Who Doesn’t Love the Spot Where the Sagebrush Grows?

Me with the two kids, two stroller, two car seats, and one bag. I’m pretty sure people were taking not so secret pictures of me.

Less than 24 hours after getting back from our peaceful camping trip, I did something even more adventurous than camping with children. I flew by myself with our two kids. I’d been kind of nervous about taking on such a task all by myself, but thanks to some careful logistical planning and the kindness of strangers things actually went pretty well.  And I even say that after getting my double stroller jammed in the doors of a DIA elevator and having to get patted down at the SLC airport. (Guess the lotion I used earlier that day had enough glycerin in it to test positive for explosives . . . The security people were all very nice about it though.)

Cooper and Ellen held hands on take-off on our way to Utah.

The trip itself was pretty short and most of my time was spent in meetings, but we were able to squeeze in a few visits with friends and relatives that were dying to meet Ellen.

Ellen with Great Grandma McConkie and Grandpa Wayne.


Ellen with Great Uncle David, Great Grandma Olsen, and Great Grandpa Olsen.


Ellen and her Aunt Joy.


Ellen and Andrew. Robyn and I are in the process of working out the details of their arranged marriage.

Oh, lest I forget to mention the technical reason why we flew to Utah: I’m going to be recruiting for my Alma Mater this next year here in the Denver area. Go Aggies!

6 thoughts on “Who Doesn’t Love the Spot Where the Sagebrush Grows?

  1. you are amazing! your pic looks like its time to move to a more supportive carrier for your little one. Let me know if I can help!

    Miss you guys and love your blog

  2. Thanks for stopping by! It will be so fun to put that picture of Ellen and Andrew as babies in their wedding video 😉

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