Driving

You know how in your youth you lived on the edge?

and by "lived on the edge" I mean drove as fast as you felt that you could get away with?

Yeah, me too.

My entire town has one speed limit. 30mph. There is this one road that moves up to 45 mph as you are heading out of town (but not to Wal-mart yet) and I used to love to make that drive.

Sigh.

Occasionally though, I would get stuck behind one of "them." The people who go exactly 30mph. This would drive me batty. I would tail them and let them know of my anger, all the while wondering who-the-heck only goes 30.

Fast forward 10 years.

I have morphed into "them."

I can't tell you how many times in the last two years I have looked down and noticed that I am only going 30, or heaven-forbid, 25!

What can I say? It feels fast enough to me.

Patience Brings Pictures

Lots and lots of them. Please forgive the length of this post.

While in Cali, we went to the zoo. A really tiny zoo, but a zoo none the less. Easton was in LOVE with the miniature goats they had for the kids to pet.

I believe this pictures was taken shortly before Easton said "EYE!" and actually touched the goat's creepy eyeball. (Hands were then washed).

The animals weren't that exciting, so it was time to chew on sunscreen...

Look adorable...

and pound it with anyone who would give a fist.

Then we looked at a few more things with Grandma....

and Grandpa read us a book.

A few days later, Daddy and Easton went swimming (this was actually the day we flew out of Cali and mommy didn't feel like getting all chlorine-y and having to shower AGAIN. She is a party pooper).

They enjoyed it though.

until Daddy decided to push his luck and dunk Easton.

He was NOT a happy camper!

So, they sat on the steps to calm down and that did the trick.

And then they were generally cute and happy.

For the rest of the time.

Sleeping

So, while Easton did not sleep through the night until the ripe old age of 13 months, he has put himself to sleep since he was about 7 or 8 months old. Just say a prayer, give him a kiss, turn on his nightlight/mobile song thingy and shut the door.

It is fantastic!

Unfortunately, after 10 days of traveling, it has come to an end. He now SCREAMS whenever I try and carry him into his room.

He'll magically learn it all again though, right?

Summertime + KaLee =

a major lack of blogging, I apologize.

But you know what? It's kind of nice to just take a little break once in a while.

We've been busy playing in California, attending my Grandparents 50th anniversary open house and spending lots of time with lots of family.

We're loving it.

Updates and pictures will soon follow.

(I hope).

I can't just make this stuff up

So, remember how I was all excited about Adam coming home?


Well, he flew into an airport in the next big city (where Ronnie has his internship, 45 miles away).


So the whole fam drove over (Ronnie and I separately because he had a work bbq in the afternoon) to be at the airport to await Adam's 9:45 p.m. flight.


The plane was early and my family's car was running a little late, so they came bursting into the airport all commercial-like. (It was fantastic!)


We got the signs all ready, the balloons out and the kids looking good and waited for people to get off the plane.


One person gets off, then another two, then two people in wheelchairs, then another two people and then someone from the flight crew comes in (not a good sign).


Turns out he wasn't on the stinking flight.


So, I took a picture of where he SHOULD have come through the door.


And Erc and Alayna felt like this.

And Sassy and I felt the same way.

So, to spare you all of the phone calls and the unhelpful customer service people and the like, my parent's car just drove down to the Denver Airport to pick him up and Ronnie, Easton and I headed back to Laramie. (Our reasons for not going to Denver? We couldn't all fit in one car, so we would see him in the airport for about 20 minutes, then not even get to chat with him on the way home all for 4 extra hours of driving. Not so very worth it). We do love Adam though.

So, he is home, safe and sound and I have happy pictures of us all, but they are not on my camera, so you will have to wait for those.

A day of anticipation

Guess what?

My brother gets home from his mission in Guatemala today!

Hip hip hooray!

New Words

Easton's vocabulary seems to be exploding daily. Here's a little taste.

choo choo (train sound), ah boar (all aboard), Buhh (Buzz, as in Buzz Lightyear), Whooo-deee (Woody), yesh (yes), yep, wa-wa (waffle), shoes, two, four, Da (Uncle Dan), Baby (Cousin Alayna), cahh (car), uh-huh, bue (blue), puh-ple (purple), ellow (yellow), and vroom.

I'm sure that there are a few I am forgetting.

It's Normal

to have four, count them, FOUR different face lotions in your bathroom cabinet. Right?

RIGHT?

Just for the record, I use every single one of them regularly. I just decide how my face is "feeling" that day and apply the appropriate lotion.

Zit coming on? Benzaclin (spoken of here)

Dry? Walmart brand goodness

Need some sun protection? Neutrogena SPF please

Aren't quite sure how you feel? How 'bout some of that left over ProActiv stuff?

A surprise for you

So you know how I did a card giveaway a while back?

And then I announced a winner?

Well, that lucky gal has never contacted me, so I went ahead and had random.org pick a new number.

Which was..............4!

Which means that Annie is the new lucky winner!

Congrats!

Annie, I think I have your address, but just to be safe will you email it to me again?
Carolyn H. If you ever realize your tragic mistake, I'll forgive you and mail you some cards anyway.

Teeth

Apparently, Easton is getting some new teeth.

And apparently, these new teeth require a temperature of about 100 degrees in order to come in.

Not a happy baby.

Please let it be over soon.

Where in the world is

Carmen Sandiego.

Just kidding.

Where the heck have I been, anyway? No regular posting, no weird facts about what I do or do not like, what I think is funny or not so funny.

Nothing.

Well, Easton and I went on a little trip with Sassy and Grandma Wyoming to Utah. Sassy attended EFY (church youth camp) and Grandma, Easton and I just partied it up for a week until she was done.

My camera died the first day. boo-hoo!

But, you can see our swimming adventures on Lindsey's blog here.

That's all I can offer you at this time.

Hopefully I'll get back into the blog-posting swing of things very soon.

I'm sure he was knocking

So. I have weird dreams.

I get it from my mother.

The night of the 4th, I went to bed around 11 p.m. The stupid students in the apartment complex next to us were still setting off fireworks. Despite the constant bangs and pops, I went to sleep very quickly.

At midnight I woke up. I was sure that my dad was knocking on one of our two bedroom windows because he needed something and so I proceeded to get out of bed, walk to the window and peer out.

No dad.

Then, I walked around the bed to the window on Ronnie's side and peered out.

Nope, not there either.

By this time, Ronnie was awake. He asked me what I was doing, and I told him that Dad was knocking on our window and I was trying to figure out what he wanted.

And Ronnie said, "Don't you think if your Dad needed something, he would just call?"

And that made perfect sense, so I went back to sleep.

You know, those things called Dinosaurs

The UW Geological Museum is closing due to budget cuts, so Easton, Grandma, Sassy and I decided to pay it one last visit (which could have possibly been my first visit--I really can't remember).

It was a fun little museum and since we were the only people there, Easton was able to be as loud as he wanted. They had a lot of displays that he was actually allowed to touch, which helped relieve my constant string of "No, no, no, no, no."

After we were all done and had signed the guest book I whipped out the camera.

This is what Easton looks like when saying "NO" and waving his hands at me because he doesn't want me with the camera. HE wants the camera. Little stinker.
Grandma, Easton, and Sassy outside with the big T-rex

We had to get a shot of Easton and me as well.

I'm glad we were able to go before it closed.

Card Winner

I'm sorry to make you all wait (I'm sure you have been checking the blog all day)!

But, random.org said the winner was:

#25

Carolyn H.

Congrats!

Email me your address at justkalee at gmail dot com.

A Hooded Craft

So.

Easton is too big for the baby hooded towels, but due to extreme shivering when he gets out of the tub, I still wanted to have his head covered.

So I found a SUPER easy tutorial and went to work.

And it was so, so, so, so, SOOO easy. I couldn't not share it with you.

I promise you'll want to make some. Heck, I'm still trying to figure out how to make one for myself.



Last day to enter the giveaway!

Also, let's pretend that Easton was a willing photography subject, instead of just letting me drape him with the towel while he played with his train.

Note: the tutorial gives directions for one towel, but if I were you I would use two large towels and one hand towel and just make two at once. Then you don't have half of a hand towel hanging around for no reason.

A conversation I never thought I would have

The other day when Easton was playing on our apartment complex playground, I was chatting with other moms who were there.

The conversation turned to the new minivan that one mother had just purchased.

And then we sat and discussed the pros and cons of each minivan on the market.

While Teenage KaLee sat and cringed that 26 year old KaLee was even thinking about minivans. Doesn't she know how totally uncool that is?

Note to the moms who were there, or to those who own minivans: Minivans are not uncool, they actually make a ton of sense for families. You just have to understand that Teenager KaLee doesn't respect the minivan. I don't know if she ever will.

Don't forget to enter the card giveaway!

Guess who made more cards?

I had another large order come in, so in the last two weeks I made a heckofalot of cards.

How many?

Don't worry, I'm not going to make you guess this time.

214

But, because I am nothing if not a giver (riiiiiiight), you can leave a comment (a nice comment) on this post and be entered to win an assortment of cards. There are way more than you see above, I promise!

Giveaway will be open until 11:59p.m. on Friday, June 26.

The way the other half lives

So we returned from the exclusive golf club on Saturday.

All of the events went really well.

The weather was perfect (a very big IF in Wyoming in June).

Ronnie had the best golf game of his life.*

Easton and I survived a 3 hour hike (Easton even got a nap in while riding on my back).

The food was fantastic.

But my favorite part? The part that made me realize that I just wasn't programmed for this place?

The ladies "Powder Room" had individual towels folded for you to dry your hands with.

It felt so wasteful (and a little ridiculous) to me that I was tempted to fold up my towel and put it right back where I got it when I was done.**

*While I'm sure Ronnie wishes that he had played the best game of his life, he did not. It just sounded good when I was telling the story.
**I did not put my towel back. I put it into the hamper like everyone else.

Cousins

My sister and her family came into town last week. We only got to spend one night with them (before my work events took over), but we got this priceless picture of the kiddos with grandpa!

New do

About a week ago, we buzzed Easton's hair for the summer. These are the best pictures I could get of his new look.

Helping pack the suitcases.
Making sure he will fit in the little one.

And this is when he figured out that I had the camera.