Breakfast in the Canyon

Saturday found us at the annual Barber breakfast in the canyon. We always have such a great time, and somehow the mountain air makes the pancakes and bacon even more delicious. Cole had a great time throwing rocks in the stream and riding his bike. And what bike ride is complete without your best cat by your side?Plus, we got this gem of a picture with Pa and Nana. I'd definitely call the morning a success!

Farewell

Our beloved fish passed away last night. Sometimes we called him "Doc Hudson," other times it was "The Sheriff," but we always loved him. We decided to let this be a learning experience for Cole, and talked a little about death and that we would miss him. We had Cole help bury him in the backyard. As soon as we got done, Cole looked at the ground and said:

"Okay. Get him out now."

We had to explain that was where Doc Hudson would be now. I wasn't sure he was getting it, but as we walked back to the house, he turned around and said:

"See you later, Doc Hudson. This scary monster (what he refers to himself as) will always love you!"

I realized this was a moment when I was literally watching my little boy grow up before my eyes.

I also realized we wouldn't have to be cleaning out that gross fish bowl anymore and felt just a smidge guilty for being relieved. But only just a smidge.

Our Jack

Once again, Jenn has taken the most beautiful pictures. She never disappoints. I am in love with these. Without further ado - our Jack at about 2 months:

Dream Log

In this dream, I'm a show girl - complete with black feathered headdress and a sparkly red costume - and I work on a cruise ship. I'm in love with a boy who works for one of the families on the ship. I write a poem about how wonderful I think he is, but - alas! - the poem falls into the wrong hands and he reads it.

To prove how much I really don't love him, I decide that the best thing for me to do is to perform a sassy dance to Beyonce's "All The Single Ladies" at my next show. That will show him!