Captain's Log, stardate August something 2010. Of course, given the previous post, rain moved in and we spent the next day driving around imagining the sites.
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She ran to the top of this hill to the Rocky soundtrack |
We also did some of this
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Zombie Baby Sleeps Soundly |
And the next day we headed home, going through the park.
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Hiyaaaaaaa hubaabItzebabaaaaaaa... |
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She remains undecided about the steam. Real warm, and then
real cold as the wind blows it away. |
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Ah, yes, there's the wind |
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These jacuzzis don't need jets |
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No more paint pots, just home sweet home. We detoured through
St. Petersburgh to pick up this cool outfit. |
Overall, she seemed to like the vacation, though not as much as mom and dad. The ride home was somewhat interesting because we kept popping out of the car to see the sights. Like a good triathlete, she wasn't psyched on the transitions, and unfortunately there were many of them (by the way, her three sports are wiggling, sucking, and singing). Likewise, she seemed a touch off in Jackson, maybe because we were out of a routine, or maybe because we were poking her in her sleep for fun. Dunno.
Also forgot to mention two big milestones: before jackson, she found her thumb and sucked it. Now she often goes for it, but she's not very good at sticking it out for easy sucking. Secondly, during tummy time she rolled from her front to her back. I assume that this is way flukey because she isn't supposed to do that for months. we'll see.
Hey guys! Miss you tons, but looks like you're having a blast. Sienna is adorable. The swimming looks fun, and all the visitors (I didn't know Bree was out there?), and all the attempts at outdoor "adventures". We laugh sometimes at how tame our adventures have become, but despite less intensity, it's always still beautiful to be outdoors, and fun to show Avery little things like crunchy leaves and splashing rivers... She loves when the wind makes the trees blow around. ANyway, it's great to see all these photos-- talk to you soon! --Sarah & Trevor
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