General Conference Shenanigans

This General Conference weekend was absolutely perfect because it was:

1. General Conference weekend

2. My spring break from school (hallelujah!)

3. Crazy warm

and 4. We got to spend it with my mama!

Ever since my entire family up and moved to Montana, life here has seemed like it is missing a critical piece of my instant well-being. There is something so magical about being able to see almost all of the people you love within 10 minutes of each other. So any weekend with my family is a good weekend, especially if it is conference weekend.

My mother has a habit of making us gain 10 pounds every conference. And if you look at the spread she makes for two measly days, you would be okay with some stretchy pants goodness too. She likes to take the "spiritually and physically fed" saying to an entirely new level. I am thinking General Conference weekend in the Sutton household was really the reason why gluttony is a sin. Our food comas probably interfere with our reception of holy things. 

I mean, Zane practically had a cup of food in his hand every other minute of the day. He normally doesn't cuddle, but in the midst of a food coma, anything is fair game, especially if your belly is too full to move. 

I loved General Conference and all of the talks that I heard. They were amazing. I would go into depth, but I'll take the time to do that at a later date when I have had time to ponder over them some more. 

Our weekend also included a camp fire, working in the yard, and hiking a butte! Mitch and I have hiked this butte several times. It is practically in my mom's backyard, so we end up going there after we realize we've gained 10 pounds and need to do something physical with our lives or become a part of my mom's couches forever. 

Hiking has easily become one of my favorite activities to do on a random day. It is so easy to just jump in the car and go on a hike. Even easier than getting Zane ready to do a Target run, and that's sayin' something. 

Someone created this maze on top of the butte. It has showers of bottle caps pressed into the ground and at the center are three empty beers. I'm assuming someone got there before us and had a good time. 

And last but not least, we celebrated Mitch's birthday a few weeks late. Because, you know, we really aren't good at doing things in a timely manner. Happy Birthday, handsome!

Also, one of Zane's favorite past-times is trying to blow out candles. I say trying because he literally blows out the smallest amount of air possible. He loves to try and blow out candle warmers too, the poor guy. 

I hope you had as amazing of a weekend as us, 10 pounds or not (;