As I was going through my videos, I realized I didn't post this anywhere. Rebekah probably wouldn't be to happy with it on here, however, since she doesn't read the blog.... And one day her posterity will be grateful I'm in overkill mode.
These are Rebekah's audition pieces for her next year band placement.
And since it's been so long, yes, she made the top band.
Right after Michael and I purchased the tickets for Utah, talk was had about seeing the Mandalorian movie in the theater together. All was invited. The morning of the movie, Rebekah went with a friend and among other things, stopped at Swig where they got the order confused and she came away this this HUGE monstrosity.
Meanwhile, I was concerned about making it through a movie, not to mention the massive amounts of homework. However, I was convinced I should go. So when Rebekah got back, we headed out.
All said we should get the fancy seats that are more like recliners then actual seats. Have to admit I was very helpful; I got through almost half of the movie before I had to start switching positions regularly.
It was fun. Here's the movie crew. We even had a texting group, dubbed "MovieGoers" by Rebekah. Texted like Yoda we may have. Fun it was.
After the movie was over, I had to get a picture of all the Star Wars shirts
Best way to spend our last day in Utah. And then it got better: we met Daniel and Shelly and went out for a final dinner. Fun times. Sure love Shelly and Abby!
Since we were all slammed into the rental car, I attempted a selfie on the way home to document the slammed family fun.
The next day was filled with packing for me, Don took Michael to the airport, and Rebekah saw one more friend. Then we were off.
May it not be another 3 years before I see this guy again.
They loins from which I sprung.
The flight went well and we arrived back in Indy with Rebekah still willing and able to give the trip one more picture.
The drive home went well and soon we were in bed, ready for another day in Indiana.
That weekend Spencer, Lily (or I should say Sister Stirland), and Katie drove up from St. George to spend the day with us.
We chatted while we waited for Jo. Then got some pizza and talked some more. Eventually we headed over to Daniel's. Rebekah seems right at home.
Rebekah, Lily, and Katie.
We talked outside, played games, and just spend the day together. Eventually we had hamburgers and a bunch of other really good food. Mom even made a pound cake with strawberries for desert.
Afterwards, I forced a few more pictures:
Just missing a few: Michael's wife AmySue, Daniel's boy Samuel, and Spencer's wife Shreann, and kids Oliver and Claire. Sure love this "immediate...?" family!
Right after we purchased the flight out, Don and Rebekah talked about a road trip to Vegas. I, of course, would have to stay home because of the homework and the masters class. Sigh.
They planned to go down Wednesday, however Wednesday was the only day Abby was free for Rebekah time. They spent the day in the pool and then had a sleep over where they watched How to Train Your Dragon movies until the wee hours in the morning.
So the next morning, they headed down to Vegas.
I checked on them throughout their trip, but they made it okay. Eventually Rebekah sent me this picture of their hotel.
They rested a bit, then did the tourist thing. I got sent the following:
The look on her face. I know she picked this out just for me.
Then they went to see the water show.
While there.... this one was more for uncle Jo.
Don was one tired man.
Eventually they made it back and hit the bed hard. The next morning they continued to be tourists, but this time via car. They stopped at the temple.
Then they headed towards Hoover Dam.
Then they headed back north, ending up pretty late back at mom's.
Rebekah had purchased some souvenirs, example: this blanket out for uncle Michael. It seems quite appropriate.
She also got her friends things, her grammy some coke salt and pepper shakers, and an orange M&M Christmas tree ornament for me. Shortest, most productive and fun filled dad / daughter Vegas time ever.