Grumpa and Grandma Tolman came over for conference weekend. I think they came because they wanted a valid excuse for not paying any attention to conference.
This is how Grumpa and Sam spent most of the Sunday afternoon session. The doll is not named Fredrickson San Marcos.
Gramma Deanna spent much of the weekend showing Samantha pictures of invasive surgical procedures.
After the old people pushed Sam on the swing, Daddy had to show them how it's done.
We came home the other day to find an unintelligent walking stick standing on the side of our white house. I don't claim to be better at being a walking stick than a walking stick, but I'm pretty sure that their camouflage is more effective when they're around other sticks. Anyway, it was pretty cool, and once we relocated him to the bushes, he really did blend in quite well.