And it was all Yellow

So a week ago we went orange and now Taylorsville and most of Salt Lake County is officially Yellow. It's getting a little ridiculous to me all the pretend changes that just mean  more people can meet at a business than before. Now we can meet in groups of 50 at a time as long as everyone is 6 feet away. So no REAL changes. We're still not going to church, school, the park or taking the kids to stores. We're still encouraged to wear masks. Nothing has really changed. But we'll plod along hoping the virus will decline as we stay home.

We continue to do tons of exploring of our local park trails. This week we hit up the Jordan River trail so often the kids BEGGED no to go there again. So Friday we settled on the back trails around Murray Park. The kids had a blast scouring the hills, throwing rocks into the river, and discovering all kinds of hidden treasures. The highlight of which was this dilapidated well that they dubbed the wishing well. We didn't have any change with us so the kids each threw a small pebble into the well and made a wish. Brooklyn whispered as she threw in her pebble "I wish for a Unicorn!" We're still waiting for the culmination of that wish.

School has gotten more and more casual. I've lost the will to ensure we've started our school work right at 8:00, in-fact the kids are usually still in bed at 8. But we do get all their assignments done. Usually by lunch, but sometimes it bleeds over into the afternoon. We only have 8 more days of school, so the teachers have decreased the kids work load to a minimum as well.

Saturday we had a bit of an emergency. After working in the yard for most of the day I headed inside to work on some commissioned sewing for a friend and Dave decided to work on getting his bike in shape so we could take a bike ride Sunday. The kids were jumping on the tramp, getting along pretty well. Dave was cleaning off one of his tires and ended up almost slicing his left hand pointer finger off. It was either the rim or the Break disk that sliced his finger tip about 4/5th of the way through. It even cut part of the way through his finger nail and broke the top bone in his finger.

I could hear him screaming from the basement and rushed up to help! I grabbed a towel to wrap his finger and apply pressure. As I was frantically calling neighbors looking for someone to watch the kids while I took Dave to the Hospital, Dustin ran down the street and enlisted his Church teacher Jodie's help. Her mom called us to let us know we could head to the hospital and she would arrive shortly to take care of the kids. So Dave and I took off, Logan took care of Brooklyn for a minute and Dustin ran home.

The Doctor give Dave a few stitches, an antibiotic to ensure the broken bone wouldn't get infected, and sent us on our way. The wound still looks pretty nasty and is pretty painful, but hopefully it will fully recover. When we got home at almost 10pm Jodie had cleaned our messy house (including all the blood we left all over the bathroom counter) and gotten our kids into bed. Brooklyn and Logan were still awake, worried about Dave, but they fell asleep as soon as they found out he was ok. What a blessing it was to have such awesome neighbors to take care of our family in such a stressful time!

Sunday was a pretty quiet day for us. We all slept in, read from the scriptures, built with legos, and Dave tinkered with a broken grill his co-worker gave us. He's hoping to fix it up so it can replace our slowly dyeing grill. It was a calm day, which we needed