Camelback in Pictures

Be forewarned: this post has a ridiculous amount of pictures.

We had a marvelous time last week in Phoenix and I was reminded it marked the two-year anniversary of my first blog post. The hotel where we stay was enough to inspire me to start documenting our little family's experiences. My kind of place.

This picture perfectly documents our frustration renting from FOX rent-a-car. Don't even get me started . . . the long wait time, lame cars that only started half the time, a fee because we returned the car an hour early, complete morons running the show, etc., etc., etc. Bless Sydney for playing tag with the kids in the parking lot to keep them entertained.

Not exactly my idea to post a close-up of myself (my brother described this look as "disheveled"), but I needed a pic of the Camelback mountain and beautiful backdrop.

It is a wonder that none of the children fell into a cactus with all the "bouldering" they did while at the hotel.

Owen looking like a stud Easter morning outside of church.

And there we are. If you ever feel embarrassed about your Easter attire, always remember me. I will be 40 with six kids and my mom will still be buying matching Easter outfits for us all.

Beautiful Sydney who is cool enough to pull this exotic dress off. Ah, the handsome couple.

Absolutely my favorite picture of Emily. She got her golf club stuck up her dress and couldn't get it out. She walked around showing off her juicy leg for about 10 minutes, all the while playing golf.

If you look closely you can see Emily's tongue. She was sooooo determined to pick this up.

Owen called this his "hamburger" or "really big cookie".

Owen, quite pleased with his loot after an Easter egg hunt my mom put together on the lawn of the hotel, quietly disappeared into a bush for about 10 minutes.

Owen trying his best to rescue Sydney.

A family of about four people sat and watched Owen for at least 15 minutes strait remarking that this was the most entertaining thing they did their entire vacation; watching him karate chop and yell at the jumping water.

Have I mentioned how hard it is to be back? Owen cried when we drove to the airport and then when we landed in SLC, tears appeared again. "It's cold here. Go back to Phoenix. I don't want to go home." Ditto.