Sunshine

Last weekend, we spent four glorious, sunshiny days in St. George with our friends the Gardners. We enjoyed lots of treats.

And we spent hours on the playground just outside our condo.

The biggest moment of the trip was when the punk finally stopped crying and clinging, and realized the kiddie pool wasn't so scary after all. This took hours of therapy, but he was eventually able to blow bubbles and throw a ball around like the happy kid we expected him to be in the pool.

He continued the fun and exciting game of showing off his knowledge of body parts. No, not those parts. The parts on his face. "Nose."

My man had the brilliant idea of visiting Snow Canyon and the sand dunes (petrified, and not).

The punks had a wonderful time in the expansive sandbox that Mother Nature provided just for them.

The punk had so much fun hanging out with his lady friends A & D. He asked for A every morning, including the morning after we got home. He just loved having two other punks to be with, and it made me look forward to the day that he'll have his own little bro or sis. (No, this is not an announcement.)

The weather was lovely and hot, and our friends were the perfect kind of travel companions. It was a wonderful way to welcome spring into our lives. And it's been snowing continuously in the three days we've been home.

Punk After Nap

Don't worry, little man. I feel the same way when I first wake up. That's why, if by some miracle, I do get to take a nap, I keep a piece of dark chocolate on the night stand. It really helps to keep the gnashing of teeth to a minimum when it's time to get up and face the world.

Oh, look. It snowed again. Do you like what the punk has done to his hair? We call it Nappy Chic.

Okay, I'll give you whatever you want. Just stop with the adorable face. I can't take it!

Staring Contest

I will now share with you a true story about my wonderful brother David, pictured here on the left.

Yesterday, David saved me from an afternoon of boredom by agreeing to meet the punk and me for lunch. We met at Gandolfos for some giant sandwiches. As we were enjoying our turkey, bacon, avacado & conversation, David got a curious look on his face. He was staring pointedly across the restaurant as he said, "Don't look now, but there is an entire table of people over there, staring at me."

He said that there were four people seated together, three guys and a girl, and all four of them were looking directly at David! He continued to look them in the eye while telling me that it was the weirdest thing he had experienced in a restaurant. He was having a staring contest with four complete strangers, a battle of wills. He was considering walking over there to ask what their deal was. He said it wasn't a hostile stare, but a continuous stare nonetheless. And he continued to meet their gaze.

Being a girl who isn't afraid of a little confrontation, I encouraged David to go over there and confront the foursome. (I probably would have tried to talk him out of it if he were actually inclined to do it, but don't tell anyone.) After a few minutes, he said they had stopped looking at him and that I could turn around and see who they were. I turned and looked at the table where four nice, normal, non-crazy individuals sat with their sandwiches. Then I looked back at David, and turned my view past him. And smiled.

"David," I said, "Could it be possible that they were looking at the TV directly behind your head?"

"Oh." He turned to see the TV behind him. "That would make more sense."