Another Witchy-Poo Party?

My kids loved the witchy-poo party so much that they decided to do one of their own. This is how it happened...I got a phone call saying that I had left my wallet somewhere in Heber (smart, I know). I didn't want to load the kids in the car for such a quick trip, so I called Jake who was at the house he's building down the street. He assured me he would be home in "two minutes". I should have known better seeing as that house is a black hole that won't spit my husband out once it sucks him in.

About ten minutes later I got home to see Jake's truck still down the street. That meant my kids had been alone in the house. Not good. I walked in the door and followed a trail of white into the kitchen. My kitchen was covered in flour, my kids were covered in flour, and there were various baking utensils on the counter. The kids excitedly informed me that they were making witches' brew. They were sooo proud of themselves. Kate was so excited she was jumping up and down. I don't think it ever occurred to them that they were doing something wrong. What could be wrong with making witches' brew? They got flour from the containers in the pantry into some bowls on the counter. They were in the process of adding water to the flour. They had wisks and measuring cups out. Zack also got four paper cups out so we could all have some brew. After I cleaned up I asked Zack if the brew tasted good. He said he didn't know because he didn't get to finish it. Duh! Of course it would have been good. This was witches' brew after all:)

Witchy-Poo Party!

This is documentation of the third annual witchy-poo party. My parents do this every year and the kids love it. The kids get to dress up in their costumes and my dad dresses up as a witch (I didn't know men could do that). They sing halloween songs and eat more candy than any kid should eat in one night. The highlight of the party is the witches' brew. This is made from dry ice and the kids love it. They take their jobs stirring the brew very seriously. A good time was definitely had by all. We're already looking forward to next years party!


Zack and Kate are wearing costumes Jake wore when he was little. Super cute!



Good looking pirate.


Very focused on stirring.


How cute is that?

England!

I finally got pictures of my trip to England. Now you get to hear all about it! If you come to my house I'll let you watch the twenty minute movie Alicia made:)

It was the trip of a lifetime. Definitely bitter sweet, but more sweet than bitter. This was my first trip to Europe. It was beautiful. It was amazing to see such old, beautiful buildings. Here an old building was built in the 1800's, there an old building was built in the 1100's. Pretty amazing history. I loved the trimmed hedges and trees and the beautiful flower gardens. The little town of Stroud was the best though. I must be a country girl at heart. Beautiful green rolling hills with sheep grazing and narrow cobblestone roads. We toured London in a day. Only Spjutes can see London in one day. The best part of London was seeing Wicked. Amazing! I loved it more than I thought I would ever love a musical. They did an amazing job. Loved it!

Even with all of those wonderful things we saw, the best part of the trip was feeling close to Linz and meeting the people she loved. What an amazing experience to be able to take part in a little bit of her mission. We were able to see where she was running when she passed away. I'm sure Linz couldn't have picked a prettier spot if she'd been able to. That will always be a sacred grove for our family. We saw where she lived, and met wonderful people and families. The Virchande family in Coventry truly found a place in our hearts. They are wonderful people and friends for life now. The Turners and Holly in Stroud went out of their way to make our visit enjoyable. The acts of love people showed us will never be forgotten. We spent an unforgettable night in the mission home with the Mofets. All in all the trip couldn't have been better. The Lord truly poured out his blessings upon us. I know Linz was with us and loving that we were meeting so many people she loved. It was hard to come home. Hard to try to move forward, feeling like we were leaving Linz in England. I will be forever grateful for the memories we made. They will last a lifetime and bring comfort in the days ahead.