Hey blog heyyyy. We went camping again last weekend! Our fourth camping trip by the first week of August…a new record!

It was even HOT. Matter of fact, in spite of spraying ourselves repeatedly and liberally with spf 30, we both got sunburns. I got a weird patchy burn on the inside of my left leg where apparently the spray missed. Harrumph.

Yes it was a “real” camping trip, meaning swimming and sunbathing and having a nice fire at night and considering sleeping under the stars but then not and lots of wet dog action. We floated a little down the river, but the water level was pretty low.

It definitely made up for the last two camping trips, where we froze our butts off.

Hmmm? Oh! This was a little “experiment” yesterday trying to do “oil slick” hair on Josh. This involved pulling bits of hair out of a frosting bonnet, bleaching them, and dying the strands different fun colors. If you do it right, it looks cool, like this. Apparently we did it wrong because the color didn’t take at all. Heigh ho!

Oh yeah, back to camping. We actually have one more trip planned this year, bringing our grand total to FIVE CAMPING TRIPS. So spoiled!

Even though Josh’s crazy uncle was just in the hospital for meningitis, he was still calling him up this weekend asking when their next Gonzo outing will be. I suggested the week in September that I will be in Boise, and I’m hoping they take me up on it.

Because (boringly) in pregnancy I miss my husband! Also I can’t watch anything scary. I can’t even watch that new Winona Ryder show on Netflix called “Stranger Things” because it looks spooky. UGH.

Here we are on our way to go camping, aren’t we cute? You get to look at my week in REVERSE.

Thank God my size large pettipants still fit (for now). They’ve been getting a lot of use this summer. Last night we went out to purchase some larger capri pants for me to work out in…and gelato. Balance!

We recently celebrated our 8 year anniversary. He bought me a lemon tree; I bought him a card and some fudge brownies.

Who’s the cutest Bear around?

This is one of two maternity tops I now own, and let me tell ya, the “maternity” tops make me look way more pregnant. This is not a bad thing.

Still looking for a houseboy to feed me grapes.

Just in time for “Bumpday”, my bump decided to pop out! I prefer looking actually pregnant to just looking fat. It’s cute.

Defensive pitbull owners are everywhere! And apparently always have Sharpie markers on hand.

A good summer read. Light and fluffy.

That brings us up to speed! I am 17 weeks and 2 days pregnant, my son is the size of a turnip, and I continue to groooooooow! Ain’t no stoppin’ me now! Have a nice week.