My little brother, Tyler, just got home from his two year mission in Guatemala. We have been so excited to see him since he lives in Texas with mom and dad. He came and visited us for a few days. I took the boys down to the airport to pick him up. Of course, we enjoyed our many trips up and down the escalator till we saw him. Cooper was so excited to see him and Clayton wasn't so sure at first. 
We came back to my house and had dinner that night with some of the Whettens. I made Frito Pie for everyone and it was nice to have Tyler back in our home. Clayton warmed up to him quickly and the boys had a great time playing with him. Clayton kept saying, "where's Uncle Tyler". 
The next day, we took the boys and Tyler and headed up to Cache Valley. We stopped at Grandma's and Grandpa's for a couple of hours. We went down to the barn to feed the cows, climb on the hay and take a few pictures! Afterwards, we went over to Paradise to stay at Jocelynn's for a few days.
While Tyler was here, we: froze at Ty's soccer game ( a storm moved in and the wind kicked up and it was so cold), we ate Texas Roadhouse baked potatoes (yum) , we went shopping into Logan like 4 times, we went to see "This Means War" in Brigham City, we consoled a "drunk" out in Paradise, and we spent lots of time visiting and just hanging out on the couch! 
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Tyler looks great! Can't really believe he is that old. For some reason, all the "kids" when I left home (a billion years ago) have stayed that age in my mind. So, Tyler should be about 7 years old. How is it possible that he is home from the mish and looking so grown up???
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