Rock Skiing, Ryker's Blessing and Moving

This was the second and last week that I lived in Renton, while my family stayed and played in Oregon. Derek and Lindsey took Rock up to Mt. Ashland to enjoy the sun and snow. Rock really liked the chairlift, and wasn't afraid to fall since he was one giant coat marshmallow.
Rock kept trying to take off down the hill and race, but Derek held him under wraps.
After a while Derek got bored of propelling himself down the hill, so he turned Rock into his little husky.
Rock really liked skiing, so now he's trying to convince Derek to come up to Renton and visit all the sweet Washington ski hills, like Steven's Pass, Mt. Baker or Whistler...oh wait..
Lindsey and Rock both rocked the shades, but Rock was having trouble with his hat.Meanwhile, back at the house, Rock and Ryker continued to bond while Rock poked Ryker in the back of the throat.

Rissa came to visit, and took quite possibly the cutest picture in the history of photography.
Rock learned how to pose for pictures, and 'made' DeA take lots of pictures of herself. Yup, he made her, since she doesn't like to take pictures of herself.
They even let Ryker in on the fun, but he didn't pose as well.
DeA and the boys stayed some of the nights with DeA's family, and Rock loved munching Mawma Zista's yummy food.
It was so good that he thought he was flying like an airplane. Wait...those were the brownies that Mawma bought at the new bakery in Ashland...
Friday night after work I set off to retrieve my family from Central Point. My Mom and Dad were ahead of me, and would call to check up on me every once in a while. On one of the calls Dad asked what time I was going to be there, and I said 1:30. He responded "Oh good, that's what time the kids get in...uh...to Sherry's in Utah...um...yeah, Sherry's." So I texted Nick to ask what his plans were that night, and he didn't know anything about Sherry, so I used my super-awesome deductive powers to deduce that some of my siblings were coming.



The girls didn't let Nick know that he was going to have to help us move, and he let us know that he might not have made the trip if he knew he was going to be moving couches. At least he had some good help.
Rock helped move so much stuff that he got a little warm and sweaty. The sweat was just wet and sticky enough to let the girls have some fun with his hair.
Sunday was another big day, since it was the day that we blessed lil' Ryker. He didn't like having to dress up in tight and dressy clothes, but he put on his best show.
Some poets have suggested that our lives are like well crafted novels, with chapters and headings and a table of contents. If that is true, then here we are saying goodbye to our dear home in Central Point, and closing this Oregon chapter in our lives.
Also, if our lives were a novel, this chapter would be kind of like that short chapter where you think that the author kind of just phoned in, you know, like he had to have so many chapters written by some deadline and he was watching football all weekend, and so kind of wrote a short chapter since he didn't think he had to worry about a page count. Get it? Because this was a short chapter in our lives. Get it now?