Daddy Day 2011

Dear Daddy,

I have so much fun with you. You save me from mommy when we've had enough of each other. You make fart noises to make me laugh - Even when mommy says it's bad manners. You will change my diapers with no complaints...well almost no complaints - those stinky ones get you! You will sing silly songs to me that make no sense, but it's fun because you usually put the word "toot" or "bum" in the songs. You will hang out with me anytime of day...or night. Thanks for keeping mommy sane.

But most of all you just love me.

Happy Dad's Day!

Isla

Starting Summer

We are just loving the Summer. We get to hang out with our BFF Boston and eat some taco soup.
We get to have dinner with Micah's ol' highschool gang.

Watch daddy play some softball with cousin Michael.



We are seriously soaking up some Vitamin D lately.

Camping Fun

We know camping isn't for everyone - but we love it! Imagine no cell phone interruptions, no internet to tempt you to surf, no tv to watch. Just plain ol board games and real conversations with family and friends to keep us entertained.


It was so beautiful every day - I love waking up to a beautiful view everyday like this one:

I loved my childhood. I grew up as a "tomboy" I ran around the mountainside shooting birds and chipmunks with pellet guns. I can ride dirt bikes, snowmobiles, and four wheelers. I can stay up in the mountains and have as much fun as a week at a beach.

It's the one place I can go makeup free and not feel ugly. The preferred look is a dirt mustache from all the dust while you are on the four wheelers.

Don't get me wrong I love showers and getting all dressed up. But when I can keep with my husband and explore trails it makes me feel young again.

But the one thing I don't do is tent camping. We are fifth-wheel campers with a bathroom and water to keep us "semi-clean", generator to watch a dvd at night, and keep the a/c going if it's 100 degrees. And a mattress to sleep on at night. Hmmmm...now that I think about it maybe we aren't really "campers".

All I know is Isla will be growing up camping - so I hope she'll love it as much as I did. And good thing I married a man that loves loves LOVES to be up in the mountains. In fact I think he would be a mountain man if I would let him.

And did I forget to mention S'MORES?? They'll be the death of me. Yummmmmmy.

8 Months Old!

8 Months Old

She has 2 teeth that appeared this week.

She crawled for the first time on Monday.

She pulls herself up on mommy all the time.

She's the best thing that we get to wake up to everyday.

One of her BFF's is Boston.

Boston just finished his ritz cracker and crawled on over to Isla to see if he could butter her up to give him hers.

Isla: "Oh, hey Boston. Do you want THIS cracker?"

"Ok, I'll feed it to you."

Boston: "Ugh. That was hard work trying to get a bite of a cracker. I'll roll on over and get a drink from my sippy cup."

Isla is loving her friends - but sometimes she has to warm up to them. For some reason she gets really upset that someone is in her territory. Then she gets over it and decides she can relax and play.

I think she knows that she's loved:

She loves seeing herself in the oven. She even gives herself kisses:

Naptimes are getting a little rougher. She realizes that she can sit up and pull herself up. Or stick her feet through the crib and wiggle them.