Golfing? Really?

Over the break Rich convinced the other 2 worst golfers in the world to go golfing with him. When I say OTHER I mean that Rich is pretty *awesome* as well.

Okay, I am sure they aren't the worst. I bet if they played a lot more and practiced and took private lessons for a year then they could be marginal.

I say this in jest- but take a look at these videos Rich took.

They played 9 holes. 3 against 1. It was versus my grandpa (who is an EXCELLENT golfer by the way).

They then played "best ball" so whoever hit best for that hole out of the 3 guys would take that score and record it.

In the end, my grandpa still beat them by at least 5 strokes.

Way to go Grandpa Wagner!

So my favorite story of the whole day was the "missing golf ball." Jason was trying to tee off and he hit the ball. No one saw where it went. They looked high and low. Maybe it had gone in the water? Hit a tree? Off the green? Where could it be?

He hit it in such a way that it sunk into the ground. Like the ball and the tee went straight down as if he had hit them with a hammer.

Now that is some amazing skills.

2 Brunettes

For the first time in probably FOREVER... There are 2 brunettes within the Wagner girls.

Don't be shocked, I am sure it won't last for long.

Maybe we can convince them all to go brown!

I highly doubt that.

Last Photos

These are the last photos of the Academy of Sciences that we went to while in Cali.

And apparently little girls aren't the only ones who can't look at the camera.

Nice work Brittani.

One of the only pictures of Ryann actually looking at the camera and you ruined it.

Oh well.

PS... don't you think the girls fake fur coats are adorable? Of course you do. Thanks Grandma!

Joy Joy the Mini Pony

Over the vacation we were able to spend some time at my friend's ranch. The best part? Joy Joy the mini pony! Ryann was in heaven. Cara, not so much. Since Cara is so loud it really spooked the pony and Joy would run and hide whenever Cara was around.

Seriously. Not joking at all.

You really should believe me when I say Cara is loud.

My friend Amanda said she had NEVER seen Joy run.

After hiding from Cara, Joy was a little cautious. It took quite a lot of carrots to get her out of her stall and into the open where the kids could brush and pet her.

I wasn't able to get the picture when Ryann was hugging Joy, but believe me when I say it was pretty darn cute.

A huge thanks to Amanda and Casey for letting us see, pet, feed, and play with Joy!

I have a feeling it will be a scheduled trip every time we go visit Napa.

Do I look happy? I was sure trying to look happy. Cara on the other hand, could care less if she looked happy. Because she wasn't. This picture is about 2 minutes before Cara stepped into a HUGE mud puddle that went almost up to her knees. The smile on my face was totally gone then.

It wasn't funny then, but now it is funny.

Surprise

I downloaded my pictures from my camera and I got this sweet baby!

Life doesn't get much better than this. Ryann is one spoiled aka LOVED little nugget.

No many people would take such an amazing picture like this unless they really loved her.

This picture was taken HERE

Bowling Adventure

So after downloading 150+ pictures from my camera I can post some of the fun things we did while we were in California with my parents.

Speaking of which... here is the cute couple!

Cara and Addie fighting as usual. Well, this trip they were a little better than normal, okay, maybe not. They still fought a lot. (check out Cara's mullet!)

Here is my crazy nugget with her cute hair cut! She loved bowling and she even had her own bowling shoes.

Here is an awesome picture of Cara over the air blower. If you look close at her wispy hair blowing straight up. (inspired by my Aunt Judy)

Happy New Years

Welcome 2011.

Resolutions?

yes.

Sleep more. Just kidding.

Write my missionary brother more.

Less Farmville.

Know my Savior- feel and recognize his love daily.

And then those normal ones... lose 5-10 pounds, cook more for my family, get out of debt, exercise, blah blah blah.