Bring it

So we copied this off of my cousin's blog. We thought it was so funny, we had to see what our scores were.

This is Male B's score!

23

Here is Female B's score!

15

Apparently we have weaker moral compasses than she does.

Question

Can I still be an American and say that I am sick of hearing about Michael stinkin' Phelps? 

He is amazing. 

He is tall. 

He eats lots of food. 

He is like a normal 23 year old in a lot of ways other than his freakish ability to swim. 

We get it. 

Can you imagine the potential ego on this kid? I can just hear him, "I'm so special, people want to know whether I fold or crumple my toilet paper when I go to the bathroom." 

No, I do not. Please NBC, spare me. 

Fancy Dancey Pants

G has turned into quite the dancer. He does this all the time and it cracks me up!

Umm, Stuff?

So here are some random pictures and things that really don't go together in any coherent way but I thought I'd post anyway.

Little G took this picture of me right after our showers. I actually think it's one of the best of me this summer--future photographer on our hands?

Here is a picture of our mutant garden--our plants are enormous. We're not really sure what's going on. Maybe it's attack of the killer tomatoes and they are planning a revolt. We have about a zillion zucchinis, by the way. Come by if you like zucchini bread.

Here are our tomatoes and beans.

B wouldn't shave his beard for forever. When I finally demanded (the day we were leaving for his father's wedding) a reason for why he wasn't shaving, he explained that he wanted to shave it in various stages and have me take pictures of it. Boys are so weird. So here is stage 1--full facial.

Stage 2--only the sides shaved offStage 3--sides and chin

Stage 4--creepy cop moustacheStage 5--Normal

Here's little G throughout the whole process...

Wedding

We just got back from my sister's wedding in Oregon. It was a very long and tiring drive, but the wedding was beautiful. My mom and sister put a TON of time into everything and I think it turned out perfectly. Here are a few candid shots of the day--sorry they are really out of order but I can't get the pictures to move around very well. I'm sure you are all smart enough to figure it out! :-) 

Coming out of the temple.

Aren't they cute?

A close-up of the bouquet 

When the photographer asked for siblings, my sister said she wanted B (hubby) in the picture too! I thought it was really nice that she thinks of him like that. Do you like how my belly covers half of her? 

Here is a picture of both families at the reception.

Little G and his uncle N going for a walk.  

This was the kids' favorite part--the do it yourself candy favor bar. 

Just one of the many cool table toppers. 

G getting a little talking to (and a bribe, probably). 

The cake (I brought some home!)

Our family

They took special pictures with G who refused to smile like a normal human being. 

Our family (part 2).

And because I love my husband

No, I didn't write my husband a poem too...what do you people think I am, a machine?! (Just kidding, honey! I love you!) As per hubby's request, I am posting some pictures from our recent trip to Montana. (Or Ontana if you are G.)

Here is G posing with his horse who he adamantly maintained shared his name. I thought that was rather convenient, given all the horses in the world and all of the possible names that those horses might have had. Here is B and his bro shooting off a homemade rocket thing that B built out of PVC pipe and a water bottle. At first I was less than thrilled with the notion, but it turned out to be pretty darn cool. (Don't worry, for those of you that know my husband's history with explosive devices, it just used water and compressed air.) Looking good with the horses. My mother-in-law found her 2 middle children's 20 year old chairs from when they were tiny. G and his uncle decided they needed to sit in them together. Hanging out with Dad.
G loved hiking!! He really does take after his DAD.
What is a trip to Montana without being a cowboy?
Ok, I know everyone has one of these, but look at this buffalo walking in front of our car as we are leaving Yellowstone. AMAZING.

As another side note, the city we go to is the tiniest town I have ever been to in my life. I told my sister about it and this is how our conversation went:

Me: "Yeah, the town is like a block with 5 stores."

Her: "Seriously?"

Me: "Let's put it this way, it makes Benson, AZ look like a thriving metropolis."

Her: "Oh my gosh."

Me: "Oh yeah, Benson is HOPPING."

Her: "Wow."

It will be fun when she can come and have her mind blown.

To waste time

I know, I know. Why am I re-doing our blog header when I will just have to change it in a few months anyway? Because I know I should be doing something else, obviously. This leads to a special ode that I would like to write to a dearly, long desired love I have recently been reminded of.

Ode to Mountain Fresh Tide

Oh Mountain Fresh Tide, that I put my clothes in,

I would wear you to church if you wouldn't burn my skin.

I love the way you smell, so fresh and so clean,

as though you've never been where a toddler has been.

But why do you spurn me with your extravagant cost?

Even with coupons, all hope is lost.

Someday I will have you, I'll sniff deeply with my nose,

then I'll wash all my laundry and roll in my clean clothes.

Until then, however, I guess Kirkland will do,

though when I wash my clothes at my in-law's I will pine for you.

The End.