Wednesday, Bill and Cecilie took work off, and we drove into San Francisco to see the world famous Exploratoreum. The first Wednesday of the month is free, so the entire bay area showed up too… We opted for some sightseeing instead.
We headed over first to Gngra Yacht Harbor so the baby could get some food. That is the first group of pictures.
Thought I would share a few updates, and maybe a few pictures of the California trip. This last weekend was super busy. Friday night, we went to the Lehi “Round Up” Rodeo with Ty and Ashley. The weather took a turn for the worse, and about half an hour into it we were soaking wet, and ready to get out of the rain. We headed over to Emmet and Ethels for some cheese fries and dry accommodations.
Saturday, we packed up the Jeep and headed off like a flock of turtles, leaving Salt Lake around 1:00 pm. The goal was just to make it to Reno, knowing that there wasn’t too much scenic on the way. We were surprised with how green the Nevada desert had become. All of the rain in Utah this month has apparently been falling in Nevada too, making for an emerald landscape across the wasteland.
Saturday evening, we pulled into the hotel in Reno, and settled down for a long evening nap.
Sunday was a fun drive. Normally, you get back onto I-80 and roll into California. We decided to take the scenic route, and drive through Lake Tahoe, and then through the El Dorado forest. IT WAS GORGEOUS, and I hope to have a summer lake/winter ski home there someday.
First view of the lake
Melissa at Lake Tahoe
Jake at Lake Tahoe
Lizzie the Lizard
My future lakefront property...
Now, funny story… Melissa was up in the car feeding Rush, and I was kind of wandering around the waters edge. I decided to get my feet wet, so I took off my sandals (didn’t want to drive in wet shoes…) and put the camera/wallet down and walked around. The water was a few feet deep, but there were these huge rocks just below the waters edge that I could walk on. The large rock that is in the preceeding
This is the rock that did all of the damage...
photo looked like it needed to be climbed on, so I went and jumped on, and rather then making it to the top, I bounced off, and went all the way into the lake. Luckily, the camera was far away and try through this…
I ended up scraping up my leg pretty good, and taking a chunk of skin off my big toe, but ended up being OK.
I got dried off just fine, and we headed into South Lake Tahoe for some lunch. The drive into Sacramento was long and curvy but we enjoyed the landscape. When we got into Sac, it was 105 degrees. I wasn’t sure the car was going to make it, but some after some fierce Sunday traffic, we made it into Fremont in time for dinner at the Bain house.
Monday was a lazy day, and today (Tuesday) we are headed down to Santa Cruz to see my cousin Sam, and maybe hit up Mavericks and Half Moon Bay.
Rush has started giggling off and on, but tonight he was just going crazy. We would laugh, he would laugh… It was great. At the end here, he gets kind of sad, and we think that it is because he got some shots today. There is only so much this little boy can handle!
P.S. Rush turned four months old yesterday. FOUR MONTHS! He is practically a grown up.
My name is in the title too, so I figure I can post here once in a while…
We had our ward Fathers and Sons last weekend and I was reluctant to go, but ended up having a great time. Made some new friends, and ate some great food. Emphasis on the great food. Just three doors down, lives a Dave Clawson who is a professional dutch oven chef, and he brought the works for the ward. Friday night he prepared brownies, cakes, coblers, and lots of good food for everyone to enjoy.
These were all taken within the last month - sorry if a bunch of them seem pretty similar, but I liked his different expressions. Such a cute baby, if I do say so myself!
So there comes a point every night when it gets late where I have to decide whether to go to bed (only to get woken up within the hour by a hungry baby) or to just stay awake until Rush needs to eat again. Usually I opt for staying up, and that’s usually a bad decision come the next day. Yet I still never learn…
Rushton will be 4 months old in one week, and over the last few months I’ve realized that my life - now more than ever - is about choices. Eat breakfast or shower (I can only do one or the other before noon on any given day), take a much-needed nap or do some laundry, blog or just read other peoples’ blogs, change the wet diaper now or wait until it gets more junk in the trunk, etc. Usually the path of least resistance wins out. Maybe someday I’ll get my tail end in gear and quit using the new baby excuse, but for now, it’s hard! Other moms I’ve talked to have said it took them almost a year to get into the groove of things after their first baby. I can definitely see that.
On a different note - how the heck did Jimmy Fallon get his own show? We’ve DVRed a few episodes of Conan and it also recorded the first few minutes of Jimmy Fallon’s new late night show, and each time it seems like a total train wreck. Even on SNL all Jimmy did was giggle through his lines, so who thought giving him his own show would be a good idea??
Dude, I’m about ready to stop going to church. Rushton just can’t handle it. For one, church starts at 11 a.m. and it’s everything we can to just to get there on time. I have to wake Rush up in the middle of his morning nap just to get him ready and fed, then he rarely sleeps during church (just restless cat naps), he’s fussy and squawking the whole time we’re there, then he passes out on the 0.1 mile drive home so he has a little nap in his carseat for the next half hour, then he doesn’t nap well for the rest of the day and by 5 p.m. he’s so wasted he can’t calm down, which puts me on the verge of tears the entire rest of the day. So church + baby = no sleep for baby = miserable day for parents (but mostly mom). Maybe I’ll just start watching TV preachers, like Pastor Melissa with her big fancy chalkboard…
So I finally went to see a lactation specialist last week, and it went pretty much how I predicted it would. An old lady with bad breath who didn’t have much sympathy for my pain mostly told me things I already knew while she poked my boobs (sorry if that’s too much info for any dudes that might read this…). Plus Rush hated it - they made him eat just wearing a diaper, and the lady tried to talk the whole time (Rush prefers peace and quiet while eating), and he just wasn’t having it. $35 and one angry baby later…
I’ll end on a happy note. In the last few weeks Rushton has found his voice, and it’s been pretty cute. He really seems to be trying to communicate in his own little way with all his grunts and squawks and coos/talking. Plus he’s turned up the volume a few decibels. I guess he didn’t think we could hear him before? I tried to take some video but he usually gets so distracted with the camera that he stops what he’s doing. But I’ve committed Jake to doing another video montage of Rush SOON, so tune in next time for that and for some more coherent (and more concise) rambling!
