Geoff's Birthday

Geoff's birthday was on Saturday, Hazel did not know how to feel about having such an old dad... Seriously, I think that picture is hilarious. Her face kills me.



Hazel is VERY into birthdays right now. She wanted to put a candle in everything. Turns out candle in molten hot pizza = bad idea. Candle in cookie = okay idea.

We had a party on Geoff's birthday. But not FOR his birthday. And look how HAPPY Geoff was!! He loves birthday parties.

There was dancing at the party. I especially like how Brandon's arm is see-through. That is a good feature to have in a friend.

Plus, Geoff rode on the elephant. This was about 2am. Needless to say, we did not get much done on Sunday.

Happy Birthday, Geoff!

Cantaloupe Island

Now, I did not actually get to attend the outing, but there are pictures and it looks like Geoff, Hazel, Corey and Ryan had a great time. They saw a bison:

And Hazel swam in the Great Salt Lake.

And I went to work.

Catching up. Kind of.

So, we have two cameras (really, like four) and take pictures on most of them. But only the Canon takes really good pictures, and it is the easiest one to upload. My point is this: I have no point. Oh, here are some pictures.

Hazel found a bucket of wire nuts* and proceeded to put them on her fingers and then showed them to me and said, "scary!" But in a crazy voice.** I believe this may have been Hazel's first (and second, and possibly third) Oreo. She loved them.

Hazel invented her first joke, after we were teaching her a bunch of pirate jokes.

Q: What is a pirate's favorite kid show?

A: Arthur.

NOT said as "Arrrr-thur", thus I don't know if she knows it is a legitimate pirate joke or if it is just her favorite joke. Regardless, it is hilarious.

She was nicely drawing and taping the pages together with flags so I took her picture.

But it turns out I ACTUALLY took her soul. And she was render incapacitated. Except for the ability to wail.

Jenni and Nova came over to visit yesterday and Nova followed us upstairs. And then she was too scared to go down the stairs. And Geoff had to carry her. Good thing he spent all day hanging sheetrock so his arms were warmed up.
Hazel is having a sleepover in our entry way. Like 10 minutes ago. Also playing with jewelry Geoff found in the basement.

*ha! I hope this is the right name for these.

**She is obsessed with scary stuff. We play "zombie mom/regular mom" all the time. Plus, she wants to work at the "castle" (Nightmare on 13th haunted house) and wear a "Strawberry Shortcake ghost costume". Yeah, I don't know what that is either. But, she only wants to be a "regular princess" for Halloween. No zombie.

RIP Triscuit

As some of you may know, our little dog, Triscuit, passed away Sunday night. He was diagnosed with kidney failure in January and we were glad to get the extra time with him. He was a great little dog. We all miss him very much. Hazel is taking it the best and is helping Geoff and I deal with it.


Here is an old picture of Triscuit, but one of my favorites.

Funny Stories

Okay, I have a bunch of funny stories that I won't remember so I am putting them here, in no particular order:

1. Hazel and I went to Costco this morning and I put her in the back seat while I put stuff in the trunk. When I was done and went to buckle her in she was freaking out and said, "You just left me here to die!" Yeah, cause that is what I do.
2. Hazel went to a sleepover at Tutu's (Geoff's mom) house and asked me if Tutu had cookie mix and I said that I didn't think so but maybe they could make them from scratch. Hazel said, "No, she can't. Her lives in Bountiful." Two reasons this is funny. (1) Tutu is not a big cook. She probably could make them from scratch but it brings me to (2) when I was telling Tutu the story I got bunched in the arm before I made it to the reason why she couldn't make them from scratch and AND! she had the cookie dough that you just break apart and cookie. (bah!)
3. When we got to Tutu's house, as I pulled in the parking lot, Hazel said, "I know where her (sic) lives, I will just run there." I told her I needed to hold her hand while we crossed the parking lot. So, we got to the sidewalk and she said, "I know where her lives, I will just run there." I told her I would walk her there and she repeated, "I know where her lives, bye bye." As if I am just going to let her run to the condo. But then I explained that I needed to carry her stuff and she huffed and said, "fine."

I know I am biased, but I find the kid hilarious. And this is my blog. The end.