When Jes comes to town...there are A LOT of pictures

The first night Jes was here, we left the babies at home with Michael. This is what we found when we returned home. Sweetness.

Mylie loves babies. When we ask Laynee to show us her teeth, this is what she does. Corrine is just along for the photo ride.
Hunter had scouts at a local reservior, so we dressed the littles in their swimming suits (which by the way are almost identical, and purely by accident!) and tagged along. Here, Mylie sees freedom and she takes it!

We made a trip to Costco for diapers, wipes, cereal, Pirate's Booty and free samples.
"Laynee, show us your teeth!"

"Mylie, where are your teeth?"

Pirate's Booty is one of my new favorite snacks. Healthy and crunchy. The babies loved it, too.
Mylie is so funny! Every time Michael would talk to her or look at her, she would do this. Close her eyes and pretend to not be there. "Find a happy place. Find a happy place!"
As obnoxious as those dumb bean bags are, they sure do come in handy when babies are bored and you want to push them around some.

She did this all on her own.

See this tree? It resides in my front yard. It's great for climbing and building tree houses and shedding cedar needles all over my once green lawn.
Here the boys are on their way up to the top. Yes. I said TOP. The tippy top. We don't talk about wind when they are up there.
It was so nice to let the babies play outside with a bucket of water and get dirty and wet.
And throw rocks for Daisy to eat.
Look at these two. Couldn't you just squeeze them?

The rose bush that Mylie is sniffing is my birthday present. Her name is Miss Salsa. And she's gorgeous!
This little park bench is on my front porch and Laynee has staked her claim on it. She gets very possessive of it and will only let certain people sit on it. Sometimes if you bribe her with Pirate's Booty, she'll let you sit on it.
Ummm, in this shot we see Laynee with the hose. It's on full blast. What happens when she turns around with the hose still in her hand and Mylie is in her way?
Mylie gets wet and can't breathe. We laughed, but only for a sec. And then we laughed hard for an even longer sec. Then we consoled her.
We went to the park at night one time. It was fun. And dark.

We went to a waterfall nearby our home and hiked up to it. Corrine kept saying, "Mom, take my picture." Wonder where she gets that from? Sweet Hunter bud.
Just to show that the whole fam was there.

We went to Tolly's for ice cream. Mmmmmmm.

Thank you.

We ate at Red Robin and drank Dr. Peppers.

Here we are preparing for the traditional D.P. chug.
Before we begin, however, some rules must be laid down.
A demonstration is allowed.
And a photo of the soon-to-be winner. Maybe. "Are you finished yet?"
"Two more for the ceremony to commence?"
Our waitress took our pic. She must have thought we were loco. When she asked us what we were going to have to drink, I'm sure she was expecting something a bit more than 2 Dr. Peppers on the rocks. This night, we lived dangerously. That's how we are. Oh, and I did win! Whatever, Jes! My cup did not have more ice than yours!
In the movie theater, we took pictures waiting for the flick to start.
Ohh hoo hoo! Here it comes!

When we were taking these pictures, the movie behind us just let out and we had to wait for them to leave, but not before the first exiters saw us posing and totally gave us dirty looks. I swear! I'm not imagining it just because it sounds good on a blog.

Front porch pics. Strike a pose. It is now customary to sit on the bench and take photos as if you were doing a photo shoot for Vogue. Work it, work it.

We couldn't be more excited to see this marquee! Can you believe it? A free trip to heaven. Wait, does that mean they will help us secure a ride there by means of some new age transportation? I've heard about this before and I'm not sure if I want to be the first one to try it out. Oh, and kindof, I get car sick.

Ummm. I feel the need to explain. We went to the grocery store one night around 10 pm. We saw these amazingly large mangos. I think they must have been the size of a small housecat. Now, those of you who know me intimately (though none of you should-only Michael ;)) know that I am blessed with a swimmer's chest. (Did you see the Olympics and the girls who were so smooshed into their swimsuits, it looked like they were boobless? Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.) See where I'm going? Jes dared me to stuff. And I accepted her dare. I have a hard time turning down dares. Sometimes. Don't go getting any ideas. I placed the mangos inside my shirt and--viola! I won't show you the after picture because they look that good and then you will start visiting my blog hoping for more mango shots.
Ya know what I mean?
One day we made cookies? And I may have thrown flour at Jes? But she totally deserved it. Do you see that little speck on my chin? Yeah. Totally her doing.
And yes cyber space, I am aware of what I look like in the above photo. But I needed to document her retaliation, as well as my ingenious idea to turn the hose on. After she got me with flour in the eye, and yes flour in the eye does sting a little, I turned the hose on her. I won't post the pictures here of the aftermath because, SHEESH! It's not that kindof blog!

Have you ever seen Nacho Libre? Do you know Steven? He smiles like me. And when Michael came home from work that day, and asked us, "What did you girls to today?", we showed him.

And lastly, I will end with a story from the beginning. After I picked them up at the airport, we went to eat at Quizno's. Yum. Laynee was in the highchair looking at the door when a man came in. She gave him the cheesiest smile she could muster and he laughed hard. We had forgotten about the man who won over my baby, and so we continued to eat our lunch. A little while later, the same man walked by our table on his way out, and said, "I had wondered for a long time where these little girls get it, but after watching you two...Now I know."

So now you see what fun we have when we're together. I will miss you two so much and I thank your sweet family for sacrificing time with their mommy, wifey and baby sister for a whole week.