Last Weekend

On Memorial Day we visited Tyler's Grandpa, Grandma, and Sister's graves. Jackson and Hayden were a little confused when we told them we were going to go see where Grandpa Crystal was buried. I think they both thought they were going to see Grandpa Crystal, for real. They didn't quite understand the whole buried thing. But I'm glad we went. We had an amazing talk with our four year old about the whole resurrection concept. It's amazing what kids can understand.

It's also amazing that Hayden knew which hat of Jackson's was Grandpa Crystal's and he HAD to wear it to go see him. (I didn't want it to get dirty though, so he's wearing a UPS hat.)

I have long been a visitor of cemeteries on Memorial Day. My dad has ingrained this tradition into my soul. Whether it is Memorial Day or not, we have always visited cemeteries. My whole life it's been, "Look kids, this is where Syndey Rigdon is buried. Look this is _____" (insert almost any early Church historical figure and I bet I've seen where his bones are resting.) I can't even imagine how many pictures he has a of me behind headstones. (He's a history buff and teaches a family history class if that helps explain his affinity toward cemeteries.) From what I remember we almost always made the pilgrimage every year to visit relative's graves, most of whom I never knew. I remember it was long, and sad, and I didn't really want to be there. This year I realized I hadn't been to a cemetery on Memorial Day for a couple of years now. I felt a strong pull to go all the way to Logan and pay tribute to my Grandpa's grave, but we decided to go see Ty's relatives since they were only 10 mintues away. I think next year we'll (well, maybe just me and the boys) will make the pilgrimage. It's strange how traditions can just become are a part of you, even though you complain about doing them your whole life. And now I want to continue them and drag my children to places they don't want to go to. I feel it's important. :)

So then the boys came home and slept in their new bunk beds. My mom's sister gave me her boys old bunk beds. (Technically she is my aunt, but I've never thought of her that way. She's more like a cousin, or a sister. Her boys are also "Jones Boys". I think it's cool that now a new set of "Jones Boys" are sleeping in these bunk beds.) Since Hayden decided to crawl out of his crib, Ty set the bunk beds up and they now share a room. It was a big adjustment, but it hasn't been nearly as bad as I thought it would be. They LOVE their bunk beds. Hayden has been doing great (a million times better than Jackson did when transitioning to a bed) and has taken a nap in his new bed every day and goes to sleep all by himself. I just close the door and he goes to sleep while I'm rocking Jackson. That's right, I rock my four year old, but it's the only way he'll nap and he still NEEDS naps. I just think the boys are adorable in their beds. I especially love it when I say good night and they both pop their heads up at the same time and say, "Good night mom! I love you!" and then plop the heads back down on their pillows. So cute.

Jackson really is on the top, and Hayden looks so little! I love it!

All I could get of him was his leg.