Mama's Little Pioneer

4th grade means a year of Utah history (sing it with me Utah! People working together! Utah What a great place to be. Blessed from Heaven above… it’s the land that we love. This is the place!). I was amazed at all the activities and projects she completed. For their pioneer day they walked (and walked, and walked...AND walked), played pioneer games, washed clothes, sewing art, made houses out of items found at park, made fudge in a bag, square dancing, song singing, ate scones, played marbles and cats cradle, made rag dolls, ate taffy, made log cabins...the works) I thought she looked adorable (and if I have any readers in rural southern Utah she is not

available for marriage.)

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ChiTown Girl said…

I already declared a while ago that I want to move to Utah. Now, for SURE I do! Fudge in a bag?!!? Does it get any better than that!?

May 31, 2012 at 4:46 PM

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I am not sure if he is showing off his new tie he got for Christmas? He is a handsome little guy!

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