We'll Always Have Paris

This time last year Rachael, Amy, mom and I were off to Paris. I can't stop thinking about it. I was just talking to mom and realizing that I could do the exact same trip again and be perfectly happy. Everything was perfect. I remember buying the airline ticket. I felt daring and empowered. I still feel the excitement of boarding the plane together in Texas. The delicate desserts, boutiques, museums, deformed pigeons, talking together at night...

Farm Country

We took the Roskelley's great advice and went to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point. We had a great time (despite the torrential rain). Jack fell in love with the pony ride, he pretended to eat each and every chicken we saw (did I mention he doesn't actually eat meat?) and he was determined to locate the udder on each cow (not too difficult, unless there is no udder. I didn't go there, but Steve sure did.) I am posting the goat picture to point out the freaky goat eyeballs. The eyeballs are placed on opposite sides of the head and slightly tilted to the upward corner. I hope this design evolves in the next few years.

Our Flower Child

Jackson loves putting "pretty princess" flowers behind his ears, and as this is the modern age, I'm happy to oblige. He'll even ask me to wear the flowers (which I'm happy to do as long as the neighbors aren't around).

$5,000!!!!

Bling, bling, what's up with...Steve? Steve is receiving a grant of $5,000 or in other words some sweet lichen-hunting MOO-LAH. He was selected as one of only five (I believe) students to receive this grant and no Derek, there were more than five students who applied. I am relieved because now he can pay me. Oh yeah, everyone knows about Steve, but where would he be without me? I was the one writing down all his data on butt-chilling adventures in the Boulders (a little late in the season) and nursing Jack just about anywhere that just about no one has been. Boo-yah!
The first picture is Steve on a recent hike (Ding and Dang; Slot Canyon).
The second picture is a humble tribute to myself (Boulder Top).