Drama Relief

After a long, silly day... I'm really glad I get to come home to this face.

And as long as we are talking about her, do you even remember when she looked like this?

Or how about this?


And this seems like a VERY distant memory.

So when things at work or in life are upsetting and I feel like someone is trying to bring me down to make themselves feel better, I just have to think about this wee one. Or I can remember that I am growing another wee one in my not so wee belly. That's when it hits me and I remember what is really important in this life...

My girl and this guy.

Who can mostly make me happy no matter what is swirling around in my head. Mostly.

My poor little buddy

My little cockatiel, Teil, died last night. He was 18 years old. I have had him since I was a wee lad. He's been sick for a few months now, so I was hoping for him to go soon so he wouldn't have to be in pain anymore, but it is still so sad. I came home from work last night to find him, and then cried all night. Miranda, the green one, isn't sure how to act. Last night he was being funny and talking a lot more than usual. But this morning, he was screaming like he does when he's mad. All morning long. He's sad. I'm sad. I loved that little birdie, but Brett assures me that I will see him again and that he will be mine on the flip side.

Yellowstone

I've been so disappointed with people's lack of blogging lately (Facebook is NOT a good replacement for blogs people!), and then I looked at my blog and realized how long it had been since I posted. My excuse has not been FB, it's been laziness. Although I have a good excuse for the laziness. Pregnancy, an 18 month old, full time work and 5am workouts, don't leave a whole lot of energy for blogging at the end of the day.

I do want to share the photos from our Yellowstone trip a few weeks ago. Brett and I LOVE Yellowstone. LOVE it. We try to go every year, but this was the first year we went with Gwen. It wasn't the most relaxing vacation, but it was fun. Note to self for next year, don't go in July. It's too freaking hot.

We were able to stay at Brett's grandpa's cabin in Island Park, which is always a treat. It's so quiet and peaceful there, not to mention it saves us hundreds of dollars in hotel fees. We went to the park the first day and managed to get sunburned and sit in construction caused and buffalo caused traffic for a few hours. Which made us really irritable and not wanting to go back the next day. But we braved it again and were able to drive the rest of park. Gwen did pretty well. She hated the car most of the time, but didn't complain as much as she could have.

That's a grizzly right there!

Gwen was TERRIBLE during this little hike. Hence Brett's face of frustration.

This picture explains how I felt the second day. It was so damn hot I wanted to die, or kill someone.

And this picture sums up how Brett and Gwen felt about the second day.

At the end of the second day we headed back to the cabin and were greeted by 3 gorgeous horses grazing in the field across the road from the cabin. We walked over to the fence and the horses quickly came over to talk to us. They were soooo friendly, but Gwen wasn't too sure about them. By the end of their visit with us she loved them and had to wave goodbye as they walked away.

On our way home we stopped in Rexburg to visit with Brett's family. His sister and her family were in town and her oldest son was receiving the priesthood so we were able to be there for it. It was so great to catch up with them. Gwen loves her cousins!