Hola blog! I’m finally getting around to posting the camping photos from two weeks ago. Here’s some glamorous trash I found at our campsite.
The weather on this trip was really bizarre. It was still smoggy from the Canadian wildfire haze, and then about 90 degrees on top of that–HOT.
Over the ridge we could see smoke from a fresh fire, building up into this great big cumulus cloud that hung over camp for a few hours. In the morning, the smoke was gone.
The heat made us sluggish. We didn’t even cook dinner that night, just ate some cheese and meat and crackers.
Mr. Baby loves to be outside!
The morning was much cooler. It started sprinkling, we figured it would pass…it didn’t!
The French Press missed a few grounds.
I regretted not going swimming the night we arrived, when we were so hot. Who wants to swim in a cold river in the rain? Booooo.
We ended up leaving about 3 hours before we normally would have, due to the rain. We didn’t mind getting rained on, pre-baby, but when you have a squirrel-y infant being cooped up in a tent isn’t as much fun.
Still: three camping trips this summer, not too shabby! And we’ll get another one too, if I get my way.
It’s feeling Fall-ish around here already. Cooler temps, dried leaves on the ground, that inevitable “crisp” in the air…
I mean, could he be any cuter? Seriously.
Firmly in denial about summer ending, I drove Mr. Baby to Lake Stevens and bought myself a nice big shave ice. Mmmmmm.
At long last, blue skies again. Those weeks of smoke haze were no fun.
C’est moi. About half of my eyelash extensions have already fallen out.
Dogfriends! Dogfriends at the park.
My neighbor’s roses are still blooming nicely. Ours died weeks ago.
The scarlet begonia, however, is doing great! It has tripled in size.
Pretty soon the blackberries will be ripe to pick.
Bear and baby.
This Life Alert guy is kinda hot, yeah? Should I fall and then not get up?
Guess who came for a visit? My father flew over last Friday, and stayed through the weekend. My mother flew over the following day, and is still here.
Every day I have to pressure her into staying longer. She’s recovering from her second back surgery this year, and subsequently cannot pick up Mr. Baby, or do household chores.
She therefore feels that she is being a “burden”, so every day I have to stress that it is important that she is spending time with the baby, and she won’t be able to see him again until Christmas, likely. Who cares if she can’t pick him up off the floor? Who cares if she can’t do laundry? NOT ME.
They only get to be babies once. This is a special time.
Look at that happy Goo!
We go for short walks every day, and eat ice cream every night. Not a bad way to spend August!
Meeting new dogfriends along the way.
Now that Mr. Baby is crib trained for night, I’m working on the nap crib training. Yesterday afternoon it took him a whopping 45 minutes of flopping/sitting up/fussing…for an hour long nap. This morning it took 25 minutes. Improvement!
One word regarding this B.S. posing as ice cream: YUCK.
Hey, that catches us up! See yer later.