Wasatch and we know it.

Our little buddy has finally returned from a mission to Brazil.  We are bona fide lovers of all things Farrington, so it felt great to spend last week with the clan enjoying the land of creamies and wasatch together.  We love you guys.

Posters were made in anticipation of the homecoming

We choreographed an unintentionally seductive welcome home dance in his honor.  No, I don't have pics, dang it.

We ate fancy donuts and fine pizza at the request of one Patrick F.  Twist our arms buddy.

We dimple dell'd it like the 16 yr. olds that we are.   

Candice wishes she was a mermaid and I think this pic embodies her passion.  I'm totally serious about her wanting to be a mermaid.

We finally met little Camille.  She is fat and precious; we both fell in love with her immediately.  Such a delightful little person.  I'm not sure how parents feel about other people kissing their babies but I'm sorry if I grossed you guys' out- baby skin is the only thing better than butter.  I lose all control.

Patrick and baby Dane(live up your shirtless years while you can baby Dane).  Patrick was the least awkward return missionary I've ever met.  He makes everything look effortless.  That guy still plays the guitar at all times, including the bathroom.  An effort was made to teach Candice to play the guitar.  I think she liked learning a lot, thanks Patrick.

 Patrick with cute girlfriend Michelle, she is hardcore and waited for him for two full years.  He's well worth the wait, if you ask me.

 Patrick loves his fruit smoothies and it shows.

Four forks for one meal? 

 We had our Utah wedding reception in this amazing room at the JSMB circa 2001.  So fun to revisit.

 Exotic weaponry and bondage shorts are the only stimulants I need.

 Juanito looking quite pleased with his gat skillz.  

 Kaylene was all "you want some sucka?"  We all thought it was hot.

 Gradence Clearwater Revival laying down the smack, full auto style.  UMP baby. 

I know it looks like I'm trying to compensate for something in this pic but the spirit of gangsta' prompted and we obeyed.

  

Yeah, another machine-gun video.  I want to kick someone's a-- every time I watch it.  So inspirational. 

Later, Grady and I  punk rawked the crap out of his car's sound system and blatantly disregarded any council to eat meat sparingly.  Shout out to Devil's Daughter bar and smokehouse for encouraging our testosterone production that night.

We escaped the city heat and headed to the family cabin.  In this pic we are lamenting the destruction of what was a perfect replica of the bridge depicted in the movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.  Sad times

We love animals and now we want a horse.

Brats are so cabiney and delicious.

 Rousing game of horseshoes

  We teeter tottered our way to rock hard abs.

 Denise woke us up early to witness Ryan being surrounded by a gaggle of moose.  It was amazing.

I snuck outside to get a better shot.  I was pretty close but not as close as Ryan obviously.  Pretty rad.

If you think I look tired in this pic, then you're correct.  I don't know how parents get through long periods of sleep depravation.  Mothers, you guys rock.

 Mo' Moose

Tubein' in cold mountain water.  It felt so refreshing and also prompted massive amounts of shrinkage from my brethren.

 Cousin Derrick made the fatal mistake of steppin' up to one Johnny Farrington, the closest thing to a human silverback I have ever seen.  Kaylene looks on as Johnny delivers a beat down Derrick will not soon forget.  Also, notice that as a couple, they are to be commended for their well sculpted posteriors-nice work guys.

 Candice floated down the river with a tiny tube that was submerged the whole time.  Her bum took a flogging.

To wrap things up, we played a game where people chose an animal that most closely resembles your personality.  I was a little surprised that not everyone thinks I'm a dog (american bulldog or cane corso) because I pretty much am.  Anyway, I got kitten, pony and harbor seal.  So much for my tough guy persona.  Apparently, I'm not fooling anybody.  And Mike, you really are a giant sasquatch beaver, it's obvious to anyone that knows you.  Big snuggles to all the Farringtons, until next time...