Monday Night at the Pumpkin Patch

For family home evening last night, the Plowman clan (minus Adi and Christian, who are in Florida visiting Adi's friends where she served her mission, and Jeff, who was in class) made our annual trip out to the Pack Pumpkin Farm in Farmington, something that has become a much-loved Halloween tradition for our gang.

Jackson, entertaining as always, enjoyed running through the hay maze and then posed as a zombie atop a different stack of hay bales:

Luke, McKenna, and Jenna posed alongside the pumpkins that they picked out for themselves:

We posed for a family picture . . .

. . . and then the others arrived, after which we took another one. I must say that we are pretty good-looking motley crew:

Good times were had by all.

Whoosh!

Jackson kept himself entertained for a good long while the other day as he kept on filling up a balloon with air and then letting it go, watching it as it flew all over the room.

Jumping Jack

Watch Jackson in action:

There is nothing else to say.

Weirdo

The title of this post doesn't refer to my 19-month-old nephew Jake---not in the least. Rather, it refers to the fact that he thinks I am really weird,  and, in this photo, the look on his face reflects that he is looking at me.

I'm the weirdo; not Jake. Mr. Weirdly McWeird.

Jackson's "Fox" Sing-a-long

A never-ending source of entertainment, my five-year-old nephew Jackson recently sang along to Nickel Creek's "The Fox," and I was able to capture some of it on video.

Another Year Older and Deeper in Debt

Last Thursday was my birthday. A group of about 15 friends, including Ben, Adi, Steve, and Summer, joined me at the Karaoke Café in Murray to celebrate by singing karaoke and eating cheesecake---two of my favorite pastimes.

Getting older is acceptable as long as I can do those two things in the company of good people.

Musical Workshop

Over the years, one of my favorite things about performing improv with the Improvables is that something new, unexpected, and fun is always around the corner---both at our shows and during our workshops.

Such was the case this past week, when Lorin led a musical workshop that emphasized the importance for us all to be more willing to support each other during musical numbers. I snapped the above photo as Rickey performed a peppy musical piece, accompanied in the background by Erica, Ryan, and Lorin.

Mushroom Kingdom

We Plowmans are big video gaming fans.

Improvables Summer BBQ

On Saturday, the members of the Improvables troupe gathered together in Bountiful for our annual summer social and barbecue. Or, at least, it was the beginning of what we hope will be an annual event. (Generally speaking, we're not very good about holding get-togethers outside of our regular improv business.)

At any rate, Ryan offered his bachelor pad as our meeting place, and there were plenty of tasty hot dogs, chicken, salads, s'mores, desserts, and other goodies to eat.

The grass directly below our makeshift grill pit in the backyard caught fire briefly, a fact to which Scott alerted us all, only to be put out by a quick-thinking Ricky and a water hose within a few seconds.

Since we didn't burn down anything other than a small patch of grass, I'd have to call it a success.

Christian's Baby Blessing

My newest nephew, two-month-old Christian Jordan, was blessed in church in his Centerville ward last Sunday by his daddy, my brother Ben.

All of the Plowmans were there, as well as our Sanders cousins and a handful of old friends. After the meeting, we gathered at Ben's and Adi's home for a brunch.

Good times were had by all.