Boy OH boy!

Half way there and we have definitely stemmed the apple!! If you look quite closely at the second row of pictures, you may notice baby's hand groping for his business. Only this child could manage to suck his thumb and fondle himself at the same time. Silly little dooode. He's so durn cute in his black and white cameos, one can't help being madly in love with him. Bridger is still the preferred name at the moment, but that could change. Due date is still February 14th, baby and mums are healthy and well, and Kelly and I are absolutely thrilled at this new development, for it is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman. ;)

and the Gorge

Didn't take the boat, so there was no skiing. Didn't so much as get a bite fishing, but Kelly let me visit the old abandoned cabin of my childhood, wherein still resides the carcass of a petrified cow. We got to visit Grandpa G. in Vernal, Gizmo got to chase cows all around, we hiked up to a water fall, there was rodeo-ing, boat light parade, fireworks, camping, and most importantly, I was able to consume 3 times my body mass in play dough ice cream. Happy end of summer!

Shiny...

Look, it's my husband with a very large breasted, possibly pre-menopausal cat woman at the car show. But wait...uncle Larry decides to swoop in for a bit of the action too...

For the record, I plan to own this very Stingray before I die. I am salivating as we speak.

Bear Lake

In pure skiing heaven.

What summer would be complete without a trip to Bear Lake?

And all this stuff too.

End of Days

Summer days anyway. It's been such a whirl wind summer, seems like it just came and went. Being prego sure does limit the amount of activities one can do in the summertime. In spite of all that, we had a great summer and were able to squeeze in a few relaxing activities. Some of which I will share. Like this loverly vacation we took to St. Lucia the end of May.

Soaking it in

And enjoying the fruits of his labor.

Work has yet again resumed on the basement. This time, the intent is to have everything done by Christmas. Lofty goal? Perhaps, but we're one bathtub and almost 2 coats of mud closer to success.