Thursday, May 28, 2009

Whose bed is it?

Olivia had her first go at corn on the cob. I never saw her tiny little chompers move so fast before. She only ate out of the middle, and adamantly refused help from Jeff. You could have heard her crunching a mile away. She loved it!

For Mother's Day,Jeff bought me awesome tickets to the Rocks. We had unlimited food and beverages (pop). Afte
r seeing how many brats Jeff put down I was wondering if this was more of a present for him? Even though they lost, we had a blast, especially because we were warm in the suite!

Awwwww The Bolder Boulder. It was Logan and Jeff's first crack at it. What a fun memorial day ritual. As you can see, Ashley and I looked stunning... as usual! Everyone loved our fun outfits, as they really show the atmosphere of the race.

I was trying to get my mind off my aching body so I gave a high five to an innocent bystander. As I looked back a dirty glare was pushed in my direction. I guess he was only there to cheer on a family member or something?

While Ashley was showing off her Rainbow Brite socks to get Mardi Gras beads, Logan was keeping in check with his inhaler/nebulizer/bad back/etc. I think he was fooling us the whole time, as he and Ash ran a really good race. We couldn't ask for better running mates. Meanwhile, Jeff was calling everyone in his contact list to chat with breath to spare. I can't believe he could run a 10K without training one second!

Thanks Meme and Papa for watching Olivia during the race.

Whose in charge of that girls hair anyway?

Before we had Chumba, I never in a million years would have thought a dog would be sleeping on my bed. Gross right? Well Chumba now seems to think he is KING of the interior (house)! Here is the perfect example...

Just a fun picture of Olivia in the bathtub. There was a perfect curl right in the middle of her forehead. My mom taught me this poem, I think it fits my little girl perfectly!

There Was a Little Girl
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow