Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Lake we call Utah

Utah Lake has been a 2nd home since high school. To some, it is one gigantic puddle of fish poo, mixed with radioactive leftovers from Geneva Steel, only 4-6 feet deep by the end of summertime. To others, it is wakeboarding Mecca. Where else can you ollie over floating, dead carp and WALK back to your boat after a run? Where else can you carve your board into a thin layer of green algae that floats on the surface at Summer's end? Pretty sure I am growing a 3rd eye on the back of my skull from all that Uranium 238...

As a first generation Utah Laker, I am proud to introduce my sprouts to its murky nastiness.

I would've taken pictures of people wakeboarding, but there were 4 foot white-caps.

It's a Love-Hate relationship.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

daddy's angel

**Warning: The following photos ooze with cuteness. Do not look if you are baby hungry.**

I will give anyone $500 cash if they can find a picture cuter than this little girl. Make that $750. We've taken enough photos of our kids the past few years to almost fill up 2 - 750GB Maxor back-up hard drives...and these take the cake. Sorry for the horn tootage...
I can retire now....for a few hours at least.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

SLC is a Dump

And it's a good thing too, cuz that means tons of awesome buildings like this to work with. Here's to injecting zero stimulus dollars into downtown salt lake!

This is our Bad-A mom/dad pic. We can still be cool, even with two kids, right? Uh...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Parade goodness

Some traditions make you wonder who on earth started them, what were they thinking, and why do we continue them? The 4th of July Parade is most definitely not one of those traditions. Every year we snag the same prime real-estate under the big tree on 7th North, have the little brothers and sisters campout so no one pulls some imment domain crap on us, get up at 6am the next morning and wait...Of course they start the parade with all 7 firetrucks in Utah blasting their sirens as loud as possible. For some reason, Quincey just stares at me blankly when I talk to her...time for an ear check.

When the Flag came by, I told Avery to abduct the digits of her right hand and place them directly over her left ventricle...what a genius. I have to give Sid the Science Kid some of the credit.

So much happening in this picture. Matthew gleaming with excitement to hug his cousin. Quincey sticking her finger in Lila's mouth, probably trying to help unsnag some of those tough to reach phlegm balls.

Don't know what Q-Bear's infatuation with mouths are. I'm calling Dentistry in her future.

Until next year.