What could it be? More camping pictures from two weeks ago, starring the two cutest cuties.

We were tossing around the idear of going camping this Thursday, but it just so happens it’s supposed to be 100 degrees. Seriously. Perhaps that would be ill-advised. Josh is afraid the baby’s head will melt.

Certainly WE can hop in the ice-cold river any old time we want, same with the dogs, but it’s too cold for Mr. Baby.

Josh assures me that there will be plenty of opportunities to camp in August. UH HUH. WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

We were thinking about going camping this week since it’s Josh’s last week of work at his old job, and his new job will undoubtedly frown upon him taking a work day off, yeah? It’s just soooo much less crowded on a Thursday as opposed to a Saturday.

Oh well. You can’t always get what you want. The first time we went camping this summer it was around 90, and at one point I laid down on my mat to read and my body left an entire sweaty imprint of a body on the mat. Gross. Now add 10 degrees to that. Double gross.

I discovered an app called “Perfect365” that adds make-up to my naked face! Glitter, eye shadow and false eyelashes galore! Now I don’t even need to do make-up anymore. THANKS, IPHONE.

What else is new? My mother is nearly out of the hospital recovering from yet another friggin’ back surgery, this time to repair a spinal fluid leak. This was not good times.

Mr. Baby will be 7 months old on August 10th, and he is reeeeally close to crawling. Like, he’s gonna get it in the next week, I’m sure.

He tried peanut butter for the first time…and approves!

Gross.

This past weekend we drove to Spokane, mainly so Josh could shimmer up the mast of his parents’ boat to do some kind of repair.

Mr. Baby and I hung out with Grandma Fleeta. We went out to lunch, and stopped by Krispy Kreme, because for some reason I was fixated on eating a pink-iced donut, a’la Homer Simpson, and only Krispy Kreme seems to do pink-iced donuts. Verdict: too damn sugary! That’s right, even I think Krispy Kreme is too sugary. That’s saying something.

For some gross reason Mr. Baby has woken up at 4:30, 4:40 and 4:45 the past 3 mornings. Knock it off, son!

Fleeta and Bob have a beautiful backyard.

We enjoyed playing outside in the shade.

Great-Grandma Frances came by for a visit!

Maggie dog caught a few rays.

The drive home took something disgusting like 7 hours due to construction traffic, but who’s counting? Siiiiiiigh.

Stay cool, blog-logs!