Elephant Hill

I grew up in Northern New Mexico (Gallup to be exact). It wasn't flat country at all, in fact it was quite hilly. There was this one hill close to where my Great Grandma Viola lived called Elephant Hill. We used to beg mom or dad (whoever was driving) to take us home by way of that hill so we could "tickle our tummies." I loved it! In fact, I love a lot of things about my childhood. I will list just a few for posterity's sake: *Stick racing with Scottie in the rain in our swimming suits, * playing doctor with Lynn and making her drink pickle juice, * sharing a room with Tricia and playing the "cold pillow" game, *sharing a room with Lynn and dividing it down the middle and telling her that the door was on my side so she could never leave, * finding the "sleeping drunk guy" wtih scottie under the bush at the building we cleaned, * going to Jason's basketball games and loving "being cool" at the high school when I was in elementary school, *going to chop wood with dad on a school day, *planting flowers with mom along our driveway. These are just a few. ;)

This morning Hunter wanted to play "Name that Tune" with primary songs. So, I sat at the piano with Dallin on my lap and played it while Hunter and Gwendalin tried to guess which primary song the notes were from. It was a fun morning. I am in hopes that my kids will remember things like that in the same way I remember Elephant Hill.

Here are some pictures of them after I left to go shower...Hunter became the primary pianist (remember he doesn't really play) and Gwendalin the primary chorister. Hunter played whatever notes he wanted and sang the songs that he new - they didn't quite match up, but it was cute nonetheless. Notice that Gwennie is leading the songs that come out of the Book of Mormon. :)