Before jumping into the details of the second day of our trip I should mention that Florence, aka Masma, was cremated, much like her husband Jim, aka Paspa, when he passed on nearly ten years ago. Seeing her remains as a mass of ashes really brought meaning to the scripture, "for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

All of the events of this day include Masma being with us.

The second day of our road-trip of rememberance began with a trip out to picturesque Donner Lake, where our Truckee based group of McAllister men gathered to remember Florence. Nate led us to a quiet spot close to the eastern shore of the lake. Memories and laughs were shared. The feeling was very light and enjoyable.

Nate remembered Masma's lemonade, and I talked about Masma's dedication to keeping her mind sharp - always completing the daily crossword in the newspaper. Brent offered a prayer while uncle Peter led us all in a buddhist chant.

The chant that Peter taught us said, "Nam myoho renge kyo." I don't remember what each word meant, but I remember that he mentioned that it had something to do with devotion.

After snapping some pictures and exchanging farewells, we let Nate get back to his workday while the rest of us descended the western slopes of the Sierras, on our way to the coast. We didn't take the most direct route to our destination. While passing through Sacramento we stopped off to see the temple that was built since the days I served there as a missionary.

Once we crossed the Bay Bridge into San Francisco we exited the Interstate and drove along the Embarcadero to see the city and the piers along the bay. We made our way through the north side of the city, up by the Golden Gate Bridge, and latched onto scenic Highway 1. This is a stretch of road that hugs the Pacific coast, and is considered one of the most beautiful drives in the world.

We started in Pacifica, just outside of San Francisco, and made our way south toward Pigeon Point. The fog overtook the Golden Gate bridge and covered our drive down the coast. It wasn't until we came to Pigeon Point, where we could see our destination at Franklin Point, that the sun brooke through. The timing was perfect as the sun lit the beach where we were heading and little else.

Bill and Peter were waiting for us at the head of the trail that led out to the point. Bill's older son Joe pulled up moments after our arrival. We trekked through the sand and dune grass out to the point where we had laid Paspa's ashes nearly a decade earlier. We shared a similar moment as that morning in Truckee with prayer and chanting before Peter - the youngest, and probably most nimble of the three brothers - scampered out onto the farthest rock point and laid his mother's ashes to rest in the sea.

Everything happened so quickly. Just over a week ago, while spending the morning at home with a fever-laden baby, I received a call from my mother. She informed me that my paternal grandmother, known to us as Masma, was not doing well and was only expected to live another 24 hours at the most. That was a week ago Tuesday.

Looking at the big picture, this shouldn't have come with much surprise. Masma was 92, and she had lived a life that was full and memorable. She was moved from a facility near her home in the San Francisco Bay Area to a very comfortable place in Provo, Utah six months ago. Reasons for the move were two-fold: she had a large concentration of grandchildren in the area, and the cost of living was considerably lower.

We enjoyed having her more accessible in Utah, and I would like to think that she enjoyed the attention she received from the extended generations of posterity that came to visit her.

By Tuesday night I was driving south to Utah county to meet with my mom and sister Julia, who were sitting with a mostly unconscious Masma. We sat and reminisced late into the evening before my dad arrived from the airport at about 11pm.

I ended up sitting next to my dad, at Masma's bedside for the rest of the night. Dad and I talked quietly at times, but mostly sat in silent thought. We noticed her breaths grow increasingly farther apart, and at 2am I watched the life drain from her face as she passed peacefully into the next life.

Now, a week later, I find myself sitting in a motel in Truckee, California. My dad and I departed from my sister Jenna's place in Taylorsville this morning and picked up my brother Brent at the Reno Airport this afternoon. Our journey across Nevada was highlighted by an audio book by T. Boone Pickens and the occasional Cat equipment sighting. We met up with my dad's brothers Bill and Pete and connected with Bill's son Nate, who lives in Truckee, just before he left for work at the Drunken Monkey.

Dad, Brent, Bill, Pete, and I drove down to Lake Tahoe from Truckee and explored the area surrounding the lake before skipping rocks off of its banks. We finished the night by enjoying some decadent sushi rolls at the Drunken Monkey with Nate as our server.

Among the major highlights of the last quarter is Ashley's third birthday. We celebrated by taking her to a local establishment called the Cache Valley Fun Park. This facility has an enormous play-land area. Large enough for myself to climb around the tubes and shoot down the slides. I didn't even get stuck once. Although, my knees were grateful when it was time to grab some chicken stars and head home for cake.

In the days leading up to Ashley's birthday Andrew embarked on the whole new world of solid foods. As you would expect from our posterity, Andrew likes food. He embraced the solid stuff from the first slurp, and is still eating like a horse.

I feel fortunate to still be employed as the economy is taking it's toll at Utah State University. Work started getting weird when the university issued a mandatory week-long furlough for all employees during spring break. After getting over the idea that I was getting a cut in my salary for the year, I was grateful that USU gave us the time off for the missing compensation. We decided to take full advantage of the week together as a family.

Our main activity was a day trip to the exotic land of Ogden, Utah. We descending from Cache Valley to visit the Treehouse Children's Museum on tip from a friend at work. Ashley loved the place. We arrived early in the day and stayed to well into the afternoon. Ashley was on the young end of many of the activities and exhibits, but she still enjoyed herself. And, I see us going back for many years to come.

A price we pay for living in the paradise that is Logan is the occasional spring snow storm, of which we've had a few this year. Spring break, the first week of March, actually opened with a hefty snowfall. There was enough fresh powder to build a snow princess in the backyard. Today was actually the first time that our entire yard was vacant of snow this year. It was a nice day.

Another nice day was a few Saturdays back when we met the rest of the McAllister cousins in Salt Lake for a free Real Salt Lake soccer game. The team opened up the stadium and invited the public to watch the final preseason match between RSL and a second division side. The weather cooperated perfectly, so that our three families - mine, Jenna's and Julia's - combined to nearly take over a section of the soccer stadium.

On a somber note, we enjoyed gathering relatives on Amber's side of the family as we honored the life of her aunt Mary who passed away this last month. Mary always liked to have fun, and thoroughly enjoyed life. She will be missed, but we know she is much more comfortable without having to deal with the pains of mortality any longer.

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Utah is gorgeous. Especially at this time of year, when the mountains are covered with snow. The beauty is priceless and inspiring, yet it has it's downsides. In order to get from one city, say Orem, to another, say Logan, on the other side of these majestic peaks you eventually will have to travel through a deep gorge cut through the mountains known as a canyon.

The canyons of Utah strike fear into hearts of motorists, especially in the winter. Take, for instance, our drive today as we travelled home from Orem after spending a fantastic weekend with family and friends. Our drive from Orem to Brigham City was accomplished in fantastic time and with relatively no hazards. Of course, when you gradually descend 338 feet over 97 you wouldn't expect much of a change in climate or road conditions.

However, ascending out of Brigham into Sardine we knew our fortunes would change as the highway message board glared down a warning about Snow Tires or Chains being required by all who dared to pass. We dared.

The wet roads quickly turned to slush, then wisps of snow increasing to thinly packed snow, and finally to unplowed standing snow on the highway by the time we reached Sardine Summit. At this point I started to think that the sign at the mouth of the canyon may be speaking a bit of truth, so I decided to pull over and grab the snow chains out of the trunk.

I fumbled through the snow for several minutes attempting to untangle the twisted pieces of inter-connected metal with no luck, realizing that standing in a blizzard wasn't the most ideal time to be come acquainted with my chains. Watching the dozens of drivers pass safely over the summit, with not a set of chains in sight, I decided that we would be fine.

Just as I turned to take the chains back to the trunk the snow plows decided to start working on our section of the highway. I ducked behind car to avoid the wave of ice blocks and powder being thrown over the car by the enormous blade. Two more plows passed before I could get back into the drivers seat, and I was excited to get out onto the freshly plowed road.

The problem was that all the snow that was in the middle of the highway was now piled nicely into my car. I hit the gas hoping to claw out of the mess, but it was no use. We were stuck.

Amber and I proceeded to pull the snow away from our wheels by hand, in hopes of creating some room to budge when a nice girl in a pickup pulled up and offered to pull us out. With seemingly no effort her little Toyota pulled our helpless Hyundai out of the deep snow and onto the road.

For the rest of the trip I never broke 30 mph as we crept out of the canyon and across Cache Valley to our home. Now, we're safe and warm with a descent story to tell. Enjoy the photos that Amber snapped during our journey.

Also, here is a link about Sardine when it's not covered in snow. Look at #2 on the list. Apparently, we're not the only ones you appreciate it's beauty.

What started as a weekly email has now degraded to a bimonthly blog. We last wrote just before Halloween, where Ashley masqueraded around the neighborhood as a bumble bee. It didn't take long for her to understand exactly how Trick-or-Treating worked. Before we realized what was happening our quick visit to immediate neighbors turned into a trip around the block with Ashley running from house to house in search of more candy.

That same night was the start of the USU basketball season. As mentioned in our previous post, we sprang for season tickets thinking this was going to be a special season. So far, it has appeared that the basketball team has been hanging out with the football team. But, the games are fun to attend.

After her initial first game jitters Ashley has settled in to the whole basketball game routine. She'll now clap when the crowd does and knows the name of our star player, Jaycee, our coach, Stew, she can make the sound for "woosh" when ever the Aggies make a free throw, and most importantly, her favorite phrase is, "Goo Aggies!"

Thanksgiving brought family together from all over the northern part of the state. The first annual Family Soccer Game was organized at the Bicentennial Park, just behind Jen's (Amber's sister) house in Provo. Representatives from both Amber and Scott's families were in attendance, and fun was had by all who were there.

The day concluded with an extremely pleasant meal at the Bagby homestead, surrounded by family and friends alike.

One major difference from our celebrations of previous Thankful weekends was the omission of Black Friday observance. In years past, we would get up before dawn with the rest of the bargain crazies and stand out in the cold to get get some nifty gadget for next to nothing - after completing the mail-in rebate, of course.

No, this year we decided to sleep to a normal hour. Amber went out to the stores after they opened and was still able to get all the deals we were remotely interested in. Feeling rested for the remainder of the weekend was welcome change, and helped to keep all activities pleasant.

As the Christian-American population is aware Thanksgiving signifies the formal start to the Christmas season. Each year the Holidays get more and more exciting as Ashley learns more about them. This year will be remembered as the time when Ashley learned about the Christmas Tree.

A couple of weeks ago, while Amber was visiting with a neighbor in their kitchen, Ashley was playing with a couple of the neighbors kids in the front room. The oldest of the neighbor kids came into the kitchen, where the ladies were talking, to get some food. At that moment there came a loud crash from the front room, followed by Ashley erupting into tears.

Running into the room, the reflex of the mother of the two children was to yell the name of the child still in the room where the crash was heard, and the crying was still pouring from. However, the adults found that said child was fast sleeping on the couch while the balling Ashley stood next to the festively decorated tree - now lying on the carpet.

Embarrassed by the destruction that our child accomplished, Amber excused herself and Ashley after helping to pick up pieces of some broken ornaments. After such an experience, we really don't mind that according to Ashley all brightly decorated trees are called, "kiss-mass tree. no touch!".

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The sprinklers are so done. In fact, they are so completely done that I don't even want to talk about them. Just know that they are connected, working properly, buried, and there is even grass seed germinating in the soil above them.

All credit on those has to go to Amber, who single handedly polished off the yard while I was in Chicago a few weeks ago. While I was geeking out at a software conference, she was taking every possible chance to get our dirt level, holes dug for trees, and even had time to build a little retaining wall in the backyard. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I should just stay out of the way while she works her magic. Although, I think I'll be in charge of mowing next year.

Wintery weather has been creeping into Cache Valley, and for a college town like Logan that could only mean one thing - basketball season. With our football team that gets national recognition for how bad they are (seriously, this image is not a spoof: ), most of the locals around here can't wait for the basketball season to tip-off on Halloween night.

The numbers don't lie. 8,543 brave souls showed up for the pillow fight against Louisiana Tech last Saturday. While the basketball team repeatedly packs it's 10,000 seat arena throughout the season. Let's be honest, who really wants to pay to see a football team who is 0-14?

Amber and I were pretty bummed last season when we only made it out to one basketball game, so this year we've changed that. We'll be parked on row 22 in Section Q for the entirety of the season. We even lined up a babysitter for most of the games so that Ashley doesn't have to succumb to the eardrum piercing contests that will take place later in the season.

Speaking of Ashley, she learned her first game tonight. We were playing Pass the Pig at a friends house and Ashley took over Amber's turn about halfway through the game. Before each roll she would look down at the two pigs in her hands and say, "piggie". A big grin would then grow across her face as she would drop the pig game pieces on the table. The team of Ashley and Amber ended up winning the game.

Two and a half months into my employment change I already have by boots securely in the stirrups of my new surroundings. I would be lying if I said the transition was silky smooth, but the important thing is that everything at work feels pretty good now.

Our summer, to this point, has revolved around shaping the masses of rocks and dirt around our house into something that resembles a yard. With the aide of a borrowed Landscaping Rake, yesterday's task was to even out the recently tilled dirt and sift out the last of the large rocks. Success was measured by the fact that we completed the task before noon and were able to escape some of the hottest hours of the 100-degree day.

Some highlights of fun-ness have been the Robertson (Amber's Mom's) Family Reunion at the Heber Valley Camp. To call it camping is a stretch, as each site is equipped with a sink, natural gas hookups, full-sized refrigerator, and bathrooms complete with hot water and warm showers. Our site centered around three cabins that each had bunks for 16. From what I understand, the prices are very low because the guests are expected to help out with keeping their sites clean. With that said, it was super fun and we hope that it becomes a yearly tradition.

It may even be a great place for a McAllister gathering, should we want to meet up in the mountains of Utah.

Another very high note was the wedding of Amber's sister Lara to Eric Izant - which took place the same week as the excursion to Heber Valley. It was a wonderful occasion on a beautiful day. Plus, it will be nice to have a third male to rotate with in pulling names for Christmas.

Ashley is getting more sure on her feet as the days tick by. Her vocabulary is also expanding. Her latest additions have been, "book", and "nigh-night".

Amber continues to amaze with her juggling of motherhood, work, and coordinating help and advice on the yard. Work has been especially busy with a software upgrade that she spearheaded. Although the end result was a complete success, she is grateful for back-ups, and only had to restore the database once. And, if she can get a few minutes to clink some notes on the piano Ambers day is nearly perfection.

I had the opportunity to geek out at a ColdFusion (the programming language is code in) conference in Washington D.C. at the beginning of the month. The week provided a chance for me and my co-workers to be filled with information on best practices and new technologies. While we were there, my brother Bryan drove three hours from Pennsylvania to hang out with us for an afternoon.

He chauffeured us out to the new Air and Space Museum where we were overloaded with cool and historic aviation artifacts. Among the highlights were the SR-71 (fastest plane in the world - travels more than 3 times the speed of sound), Space Shuttle Enterprise, and the Enola Gay. We rounded out our stay at the museum with an IMAX film about fighter pilot training and a trip up observation tower, before completing the day with an introduction to Five Guys Famous Burgers. It could best be described as a east coast In-n-Out.

Until next time, don't be strange...

I guess, since I didn't burn the place down when she left back in October, Amber trusted me enough to head down to Las Vegas for four days this week. She claims that the trip was "for work", but it's well known that what happens in Vegas stays there.

While she was away, I had the opportunity to take a few days off work to stay at home with Ashley. What a great excuse not to go to the office! By the end I was quite sad that live would have to return to normal. Ashley's major accomplishment for the week was her new trick of being able to climb the stairs.

It first happened while I was talking on the phone in the kitchen and Ashley was down at the base of the steps. During my phone call I looked down and saw her at the bottom, which was a common site. Ashley has made it a habit recently to perch at the base of the stairs just to be close to what ever action is occurring up in the kitchen.

By the time I made a lap around the kitchen and gotten off the phone I returned to the staircase only to find my daughter on the second to last stair, just about to reach the summit of her first ascension. Just as she lifted her knees up onto the kitchen floor Daddy got a little excited with loud clapping and cheering. Such a startling reaction brought poor Ashley to tears. Stupid, Dad.

With just over four days experience, Ashley now cruises up and down the stairs on all fours quite effectively. Mom returned from Vegas safely, and happily. Dad finished the week at work, which even included going in on Saturday (although that had nothing to do with him taking the previous three days off).

Well, it's not exactly forgotten, but I think NBC would come after me if I would have used Lost in the title.

In an attempt to be cute I spliced together our short clips that we gathered from the McAllister Family reunion, that took place back in August. Previously, I had thought this tape was gone forever. To our relief it was found and now you can share in our memory of the McAllister Cousins Bakers Dozen Reunion 2006.

I should mention that video file is rather large and may not play immediately. You may even have to click on the triangular play button to get 'er goin'.

Reunion Video

Monthly seems to be about the pace I can handle for updating the world on our family.

Christmas is the most exciting time of year. With this being Ashley's first go round with the unwrapping frenzy, Amber and I started feeling the familiar build up of anticipation that was common during our childhood years. Only now, we dwelled on the thought of watching Ashley discover the Holiday, rather than worry about which packages had our names on them.

Three of the four December weekends were spent in the happy confines of the Utah Valley (known as the Provo area to most of the world). The excessive driving has meshed into a blur of taillights and overpasses, with only warm memories of moments spent with family and friends left to enjoy in our minds.

As a new father my thoughts repeatedly touched on the carpenter Joseph this season. Something struck me while watching a short film depicting the story of the Savior's birth. I had seen this actual rendition several times. But this time, after Joseph was rejected by the inn keeper, and just before he turns back to his very pregnant wife, he paused to express a look of utter frustration. He wanted nothing more than to provide comfort to his wife and unborn child. Yet, he seemed to be failing miserably. The fatherly role of doing everything possible to comfort a wife who was large with child was something I could relate to this year.

We stopped by the Perego's - home of my sister Jenna - while traveling down to the Bagby's the day before Christmas Eve. We caught the Perego's at a bad time as they were all sleeping with the exception of Ugo, who was freshly home after spending several weeks in his native Italy. After chatting with him other family members began wake up one-by-one.

Christmas Eve issued the return of The Nativity Reenactment, brought to you by the Bagby's and Friends. Ashley and Amber tag-teamed as the star while I played the vital role of the videographer. Such an eventful performance had to be captured in full motion and sound. You can purchase your copy at our store for the low price of $19.95 (plus S&H).

The big day dawned with nary a stir through the Bagby Place. After showers and bit of breakfast my girls and I decided to slide on over to my sister Julia's place on the west side of town. We arrived there just in time for the assembling of the Christmas gifts.

For me, that meant getting beaten at Spider Chess by a seven year-old. And then celebrating victory by trying out their new sleds in the backyard. We finished our visit with a hardy breakfast and then returned to a still silent Bagby house.

At the stroke of 2 p.m. - after all the siblings arrived from their homes - the unwrapping commenced. Our video camera was glued to Ashley as she tugged and pulled on the paper and bows. The colorful toys underneath the packaging also captured her attention - much to the relief of her parents.

We travelled south one last time for the year the following weekend. We used this jaunt to celebrate the first birthday of Ashley's boyfriend - Sam Billman - born on New Years Eve.

The calendar year switched over just following a game of Settlers of Catan, and just before falling asleep.