It's Chuck E. Cheese for adults...

I bet you can't guess where I am? In the land of serious cheese and no, I'm not talking the curdled milk kind of cheese.

Vegas Baby!!!

Enjoy a little of the atmosphere while I recover from last night. I'll be back after some pool time.

Home, home on the range...

As much as I hate where we live, I have to say that it is nice to be home again. Camping with a three year old and a one year old leaves little to be desired. We had a great time with our friends and as much as I love to camp, it certainly wasn't a vacation for me. Tick Checker, Poison Ivy Patroler, Bug Sprayer, Fire Marshall, Bedtime Warden, Life Jacket Officer are all titles I got to wear this weekend while Seriously Daddy got to fish. Nice, huh?

Yeah, that's all I am going to say about that.

We hiked Piers Gorge and watched the whitewater rafters going by. We rode the steam train in Leona (hey, you do what you gotta do to entertain the troops when they are little.) We had a lot of campfires, Pudgy Pies and S'Mores. It was a great time with great friends and my hope is that the L's grow up loving the outdoors as much as their dad and I do. What little boy wouldn't love to pee in the woods but here's hoping that his sister can deal too!

Remind me to tell the IPOD story. It deserves a post all to itself.

In one door and out the other!

Home from one vacation just in time to do some laundry, repack and head out for our annual summer camping trip!





We took the monkeys to a little waterpark for the fourth of July holiday, promising the little bigger L that we would "do the fire booms" on our camping trip so he was more than happy to miss the holiday festivities and head out to the waterpark. The little-er L is still too young to really appreciate the 4th and besides, it's a helluva lot easier for me not to have to deal with a screaming baby and two wimpy dogs when the fireworks start. We had a 2 hour drive and for about 118 of the 120 minutes we were in the car, I heard "Are we there yet" "Is this the waterpark?" "Man, this is for sure far far away." "Mommy, tell dad to drive faster." "Is THIS the waterpark yet?" Thankfully, there was vodka on the other end. So after unloading the goods, we checked into our room. Not 15 seconds later, The little bigger L was in his suit and wondering just what was taking us so long to get ready. Little-er L was tired and was in a mood so she and I mostly just watched Seriously Daddy trying not to let little bigger L drown! It has been officially decided (or as official as I get) that little bigger L has to get into some sort of organized swimming lessons. That kid o' mine has no regard for the fact that he doesn't really know how to swim and that he could DIE if he doesn't concentrate on what he is doing. That kid needs some real skills. Watching him at the waterpark should be pure joy but I was constantly telling Seriously Daddy to "go get him" and gasping in terror as I pictured him drowning. Now, let me just say that both Seriously Daddy and I were certified Red Cross lifeguards in our previous life and are extremely comfortable in and around water but our first born is sure that he knows more than us. I am hoping that "a teacher" will set him straight. Anyway, it was a fun time even if Little-er L was up at 5:30am prying my eyes open while simultaneously saying "ni night mama." Not cute. Not cute at all.

We are heading up north to the cabin for a long weekend camping trip with friends. Fishing, rafting, hiking, grilling some vittles, campfires and all around great times ahead!