A Bear-y Good Time

It's a terrible title but I just had to use it, you'll see why.

Our Summer Vacation

We returned to Bear World for our summer trip this year.  The last time we visited this family fave was in conjuction with our Yellowstone excursion - Emma was 5, Aaron was 3, Bekah was 18 mo. and Mo was watching from above waiting to join in all the fun.  Now that she's here, it was time to take 'em back.  Bekah didn't remember anything, (not that I expected her to), but Emma and Aaron remembered their first trip and it's such a fun place to visit this will definitely not be our last. 

When Mo's old enough to remember we'll come back again!

Pictures from the curator tour

(you ride on a tall truck and feed the bears),

the awesome petting zoo, the drive thru animal enclosure, and of course...the rides:

(Whenever my sister and I take a trip we always have a

catch phrase that dominates the trip,

it's usually a line from a movie we both like.) 

The catch phrase for this trip was provided by Mo.  On many occasion you could hear her say or yell

(depending on her mood),

"I WANT TO GO HOME!"  Here's a visual:

How can the same baby look this sweet and innocent?  Precious isn't she?  It's truly her saving grace. 

Because she likes to scream...a lot.

We found this fun photo opp on the way to Bear World. 

Who knew Idaho had giant pop cans just sitting out

there among all the potatoes!

The pictures are out of order because we actually started our trip with our annual visit to BEAR Lake with Mike's family.

She may have wanted to go home, but I caught a smile here and there.  I think all in all she had a pretty good time...

a bear-y good time.

1st Grade Program

Aaron's 1st grade program was lessons & morals learned from Disney songs.  They put on a great presentation. 

But the best part was the "Ducks Dance Too" song! 

It was hilarious!  Good job Aaron.



Happy

We finally, finally, finally got around to painting the girl's room, (Mo & Bek).  I love to come in here and just soak in all the HAPPY!  Take a look:

So this color is called Evening Glow by Olympic Paint, but I told Bekah it was called Sunny-Bunny Yellow.  She likes that name a lot more! 

I definitely recommend painting a least one room in a warm, inviting yellow - it really does wonders for your mood.  We're still working on the master bedroom, pics coming soon!

Family Pictures

It's that time again,

time for family pictures.

Mike and Gail

Emma

Aaron

Rebekah

Moriah

Special Moments with Dad:

The Superhero:

I laid out his clothes for him.  He decided on his own to wear

a Superman shirt underneath.  So we used it!

When all else fails break out the candy:

We had a lot of fun!  Mo was hard to photograph, but thanks to the genius invention of the head swap and other wonders of digital photography we ended up with some great pics.

A BIG thanks to my friend and photographer, Michelle at Mish Photography.

You captured us wonderfully!

Family Pictures 2012

Preschool Graduation

Preschool went by so fast!

She's adorable

When I grow up I want to be...

Goodbye Preschool!

Rebekah and her BELOVED teacher, Mrs. Becky

Why?

Because I'm 2.

So Quotable

The words which come from the mouths of my kids never cease to amaze me. Here are some recent gems.

Moriah (2.5)

Little Mo has learned the phrase "One more..." often gets her what she wants. Our day is filled with requests for one more show, one more snack, one more time. Last week I made peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch, a new favorite for our finicky eater. She was downstairs, not wanting to abandon her precious show for lunch, so I took my sandwich down to use as bait. She eagerly sampled my lunch and as I turned to head back upstairs I heard, "One more bite?" I agreed. I held the sandwich to retain control of my food and to emphasize the need for her to come upstairs to eat hers. She gently placed her hands on mine and as she leaned in to take her extra bite she ravenously started gobbling up as much of the sandwich as she could before I pulled it away. Now that she has learned to say "One more..." we just need to teach her what it really means.

The next day, Mo had a bit of a messy face. Here is how our conversation went as I wiped her mouth:
Dad: Looks like someone was eating applesauce.
Mo: No apples. Eat grass.
Dad: Grass? You shouldn't eat grass. It could make you sick.
Mo: Sick? [two forced coughs]

More from Moriah. She insists on referring to syrup as ketchup. It is rather unappetizing to hear someone ask for ketchup when we are having cake-cakes (pancakes).

Emma (9)

This little stinker thinks she is much older and much more independent than she really is. The other night I got after her for some act of insubordination. A few minutes after sending her to her room to turn in for the night, I found a note sticking out through her bedroom door frame. The note read:

DEAR FAMILY,

Never Enter This Room

Again, For Emma Rimington

Finally Gets and Wants Her

PEACE!!! NEVER AGAIN

ENTER!!! GOOD BYE,

FOREVER!!!

After a drawing of a sad face, complete with tear, and a signature, the note concluded with a post script: "Dad, you can tuck me in." She may be hyper-dramatic, but at least I know she is still Daddy's little girl. Needless to say, this little gem is being preserved in her box of memorabilia.