On Sunday I cleaned in the morning while the kids played. Abe and the girls watched part of General Conference during the morning too, but the girls both ended up wandering off. At one point we peeked out and saw that Ammon and Mary had dumped the balls out of the outdoor basket and turned it into a picnic table. They’d dragged their little rockers to it and were eating bao buns in the sunshine. Abe and I melted.
Meanwhile Lydia was dressing Clarissa up in different dresses and parading her around the house for a fashion show. Clarissa would waltz down the stairs daintily holding up her skirts while Lydia smiled proudly behind her. On their way back up the stairs Lydia would bend over and crook her elbow so she could offer her arm to Clarissa, who graciously took it. So funny and cute.
In the evening we went Salt Lake. We stopped by Larry Perkins who used to live in our old G Street house but sold that to move into the most beautiful home in the Avenues just a block away. The kids played on his lawn while Abe went in to do some business with Larry. Then we drove to the viewing for Grandma Miner. She looked beautiful, and in Ammon’s words, “peaceful and happy.”
After we got home the kids played until Mary announced that she was feeling sick. I started googling Covid in children and then she threw up. At that point we all got extremely scared that we had Covid and had given it to the people at the viewing. I don’t think Abe or I slept well thinking about what our lax attitudes towards the disease could have potentially done to others, and we were so glad to get our negative Covid tests the next morning.