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Utah cont.

More family pics from our Utah trip:


My siblings and our 2 year olds. We all had a kid in 2006.

Aren't they adorable?




We miss them so much. Every time we leave Utah we spend at least 7 hours of our drive trying to figure out where Dave should apply for jobs in SLC. Maybe one day we really will move back...

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amy germer said…
You are all super models-it just ain't fair!
erin and brian said…
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erin and brian said…
Don't you dare go move to Utah!!!
JoLynn said…
We spend our drive having the same conversation (where should Brett work in SLC) maybe Brett and Dave should come up with a business plan that will take us both back to Utah!!!
The Dillon 6 said…
why oh why oh WHY?! The problem with moving to Utah is that then you have to live there. YUCK! :)
Liz said…
Please oh Please move back. Fun fun fun. I might even babysit once in a while!
Natallee said…
I love these pictures and I am so excited you are coming back for a couple of days! Let's do something totally girlie and fun while you are here. Also, I need to get copies of your pictures of the kids!! They had so much fun with your kids and Cameron is still asking everyday if he can play with Luke again. And apparently now when we ask Cameron who his best buddy is, he says "LUKE!". So cute!! I would give anything to have you move back!!
Anonymous said…
It's funny how happy I am with where we are living until I go back to SLC for a visit! Then I just cry all the way home! You will have to admit though, there are a lot of pros to being out of state as well!
Kimberly said…
I don't think I would even recognize your siblings if I ran in to them. Thanks for sharing. What beautiful families!

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