Abbey Gal: August 2010

The Fastest Year in History

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday, my baby...

Happy Birthday to the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I Love you Bug.

Surprise!

For those of you who don't know yet.... We are moving from here...

...back home to a state that is a whole lot easier to draw. (I don't believe in living in states that I am incapable of drawing - even if I trace it - so we're outie.)

Really, Matt got a transfer to a Lowe's in Sandy, so we are moving back to the saltiest of cities! I am really sad to leave Hanford (it has really grown on me) and all of our friends, but I am going to get to stay home with the cutest little boy in the whole world so the decision wasn't all that tough.

TC's New Look

Uhhhhh.....

Yeah. This resemblence is a little too striking.

I invest a lot of money every year in hair products that promise to volumize and give body to my locks, but on TC it's not such a good look. I don't think anyone can blame me when I decided it was time to take my mini Don King for a little visit to the barber shop for his first cut.

Of course he did great - a lot better than me. I started going into panic mode when I saw his baby curls dropping to the floor. Bah!

Handsome little Mann! Doesn't he look like a little grown up?

Camping

It's that time of year people. Time to leave our air-conditioned, technology filled apartments with full-sized furniture to spend a week in the wilderness under the stars on beds designed for little people (or people who are a hell of a lot smaller than meme), swarms of flies straight out of Jurassic Park, and a handful of wild beasts... oh, and my family.

All joking aside - I LOVE camping. I love being out in wide open spaces, fresh air, riding 4-wheelers, shooting guns, taking several naps a day, and sitting by the fire with my family telling stories of the "old days". There isn't a whole lot I would choose to do over camping. (I'm still working on converting Matt to this type lifestyle - but the insects seem to be a bigger road block than I had originally anticipated. He is a pretty good sport though, and I think the 4-wheelers just might win him over.)

Disclaimer: This blog includes a picture overload.

Of course TC was in heaven - dirt, space to run, and the constant availability of family members to take him on rides and he was sold.

Thank you Auntie and Big C for buying me this big ball!

Uncle Curt and TC

Baths in the trailer

He wanted to get in the lake... and I wasn't hurrying fast enough.

This is our family tree... Literally. It's a little tough to see, but we added Matt's name under mine when we got married, and put TC's name on the list last summer :)