Our Trip to Utah... Week One

First came the lovely drive from Iowa to Utah.  The kids were very good, although Baby S was pretty sure he was being tortured.  We stopped often at rest-stops where the Baby got to play.

Sleeping in the car:

Visiting Great-Grandma Salazar:

(M was obviously very excited to be in the pictures.)

New picture at the Temple.  No, my lighting is not great.... but all four children are in the picture and looking at the camera.

Hanging out on Grandma's bed:

Dressing up at Grandma Becky's:

Swimming with the Walsters, and making soup:

Golfing with the set Grandma bought him:

E is my mud child.  She will stick her hands in dirt and rocks at every opportunity.  Below she used mud and dirt to get this umbrella standing up all by itself.  Then they poured water on it so that it was raining.

Swimming Lessons

We had two weeks of swimming lessons for E before we left town.  Poor Baby S had to hang out in his stroller. M and GQ enjoyed watching the swimming for the first week - and then they decided it was very boring.

E was very excited about swimming this year and dunked herself repeatedly.  She is getting the hang of swimming, which makes me very happy since I was always so talented at swimming myself - cough, cough.

Cute Baby

Baby S not only looks like E, he also acts like her.  He loves to stand up all the time and hates sitting or laying on the floor.  Since he is so stiff, Justin pulled out Grandpa Duck's standing trick.  Obviously Baby S enjoys it:

GQ picked out Baby S's hat for the summer.  I thought it would be silly, but GQ insisted S try it on - and boy did it end up being cute.  It's good we have one trendy person in the family.

Sucking his thumb:

Swimming

We went swimming with the family before we ran away to Utah.  Once we arrived, Baby S did what he always does.  He spit up:

Talented fellow, isn't he???

Cherries

GQ insisted he didn't have any cherries on his face.  Then, he pointed to all the parts of his face that were clean, which meant the cherry juice on his hands stained everything, everywhere.

Orders

For dinner we had spaghetti:

Mom: M, do you want red sauce on your spaghetti?
M: No. Just cheese.

Mom: E, do you want red sauce on your spaghetti?
E: Yes.

Mom: GQ, do you want red sauce on your spaghetti?
GQ: No. I want blue sauce.

Eisms

(Baby S has a bouncer with toys that he enjoys.  One of the toys is a gecko in a see-through ball.  The ball turns and the Gecko gets pelted with small plastic balls.)

E: Mom, that lizard looks like a poisonous lizard I saw in a library book.

Mom:  Then it's a good thing it's in a bubble or it might hurt Baby S.

E: For someone who isn't usually funny that was a pretty good joke.

Mom, Why You Dressing Me in Girl's Clothes?

Everyone always asks who Baby S looks like.  I always say that I don't know.  But recently I took a look at these old pictures of E as a baby.  They pretty much could be Baby S dressed in pink:

Back in Blue (photo by Angie):