Oma the Great (yet another Utah Trip post)

My Grandmother is fantastic.  The kids have called her Oma (the German word for Grandma) ever since they learned who she is.  The title fits her perfectly--she and my Grandpa speak German after each serving missions in Switzerland and then later serving together as Mission Presidents in Germany.  Of course, with Joel's mission to Austria and his ability to speak German, the name Oma is a perfect fit for our family. 

So when she wanted to come to Provo to give the kids each a goodie bag, we were thrilled.  They played and laughed, and--get this--our almost 80 year-old Oma even jumped on the trampoline for a while.  I couldn't miss the opportunity to get pictures.

What you don't see pictured:  rough housing, standing and jumping around, and playing "crack the egg" and "dead man, dead man, come a live."

(William was comfortably chilling out on the hammock while all of this was happening.)

The kids sure love their Oma.  Even though Oma has many grandchildren and is getting quite a brood of great-grandchildren, she has enough love in her heart for all of them.