Grandma makes something called oodles, using a machine with a noisy spinning handle.
Oodles are delicious and so fun to make.
My first ever fortune from a cookie read “A good beginning is half the task.” Fitting, no?
Rocky Mountain National Park is a great place to spend a day. Here is a record of our most recent day there, in pictures and captions.
Mom: What color are the leaves? Me: Pink! Mom: No, yellow! Me: No, pink! Etc....
Dad: Look! Bear Lake! Me: Look! A chipmunk!
Mom and Dad: Look at the camera, Rowan. Me: This is how chipmunks eat.
During our picnic in the back of the car... Dad: Look an Elk!
Elk: buuuuugle! Me: Elk!
Black hat, white hat, National Park Passport, and the shortest cowgirl in the West.
Happiest family in the West, or at least the happiest family in the visitor center.
A day of shopping, lattes and naps? That must mean it is a special day!
It is mom’s birthday! That is certainly a special day!
So, Happy Birthday, mom. I am glad you were born, so that I could be born.
Have you ever seen a bath so buubly?
It is a little too bubbly, perhaps?
Wendy’s now serves its Frosty in a waffle cone. This news is too delicious to keep to myself.
The days are getting shorter, the air is getting colder and it is almost time to get out my boots. I’m not sure I’m thrilled that summer is almost over.
But then again, there is always pumpkin bread to assuage my sadness. That is one good thing about fall.
So, goodbye summer, hello pumpkin deliciousness!!!
Bart is dad’s Fiat.
Dad said someday I can drive Bart! I just have to practice driving and then get a card with my picture on it… oh, and wait approximately 14 years.
So, I found a car to learn on.
Prepare yourself to hand over the keys, dad.