Thick & Creamy Fun

For each day that Kate gets older, life gets a little easier; but in other ways, a lot more difficult. Lately, whenever Kate gets out of mine and Dave's sight (and it's extremely quiet), you KNOW she's up to no good.

Here's a small taste of the things she's been getting into: unraveling toilet paper, sampling my makeup & jewelry, undressing herself (diaper and all) just for running around naked-sake, making herself a bath & taking one all by herself, shredding important papers, dumping entire boxes of crackers out on the floor for an afternoon snack, and the latest...smearing her body and hair entirely with diaper cream. I had to act quick with this one, so I just grabbed my cell-phone for the pics:

(for this pic, I had her lift her chin up so we could get a better view of what she had done)

***Now this mess was one that you couldn't get angry about. When Dave and I walked in the kitchen and saw her, we just burst out laughing. I guess it's good she finds moments where she can get filthy because her parents, generally, don't let her have fun like this. Cleanup, on the other hand, was not so funny. Diaper cream does not simply wash off or out. It was days worth of greasy hair and multiple baths that Kate had to endure before it finally all washed away.

So (change of subject) Dave, Ryan, Adrienne, and I went river rafting down Provo River yesterday afternoon.

(Do you like the pic? I stole it from the website since we didn't want to get our camera wet).

I'm not sure it was what you call "river rafting" because it was mostly just floating peacefully down a river. There were no handles on the raft, which originally scared me, but once we got going, I realized they were definitely not needed. I got splashed I think twice from the rapids, and the only true way to get good and wet was to jump in from the side of the boat. It was definitely not thrill-seekers paradise, but we had fun. Our guide was cool, as well as the other family that rode with us. We often rode alongside a boat full of Kwuality people that were boozing up as they went...which always makes for some nice entertainment. We decided we want to go back, only next time we think we'll try tubing down the river. The experience lasts a little longer, and you get a little more wet that way.

After tubing, there was a bridal shower (for my nephew, C.J.'s, fiance'). While I got showered and dressed for the event, Dave finished off preparing the dessert I was supposed to bring. Now a little background...a shower of any sort is one party I usually dread going to...it just feels so wrong taking part in silly little games as a grown-up. Luckily, this shower had minimal games and lots of great conversation. I think I enjoyed myself.

Later last night, we went to Dave's sister's house for the A.F. fireworks. His family's get-togethers are always full with people, food, loudness, and laughter. What's not to love about that? The fireworks were good, and the kids enjoyed licking popsicles and waving glowsticks during the show. I enjoyed hearing Niel Diamond's, "We're coming to America" from a distance. You have to agree, there is nothing more patriotic and nostalgic than that song. Am I right?