That time we went to Park City

For the last two years, Clay and I have had the chance to take our little family up to Park City for a little staycation, if you will. This year, we got to go for a whole week! It was a dream. Not so far away that we had to deal with jet-lag and cranky travel-worn kids, but far away enough to feel like we escaped our day-to-day lives. We are going to try to make it happen every year. 

 Guardsman Pass is breathtaking.

 Right?

 Main Street. I lived at the top of it with my dad for a year during middle school. I'm 99% sure the house I lived in was haunted. It looks much better now:

 I have always wanted to photograph this barn, and I finally got the chance. 

 We got some amazing peaches at the Park City Farmer's Market.

Even though the weather was rainy, we spent a lot of time in the "warm tubs" they have for the kids. 

All the children's activities the resort offered made it an extra fun trip for the kiddos. 

Then there was the food. I still think about my lemon ricotta pizza from Vinto's and the s'mores we had with Reese's peanut butter cups and symphony bars. I'll end on that sweet note. 

And now I need some chocolate. 

Camden turns one

When Ellie was a baby, I was purely excited for every new stage she reached and never looked back. But with Camden, it's different for some reason. He is my little baby, and now that a year has passed, it means he is that much closer to the end of babyhood.

 Camden at 10 days old

Camden at 1 year old

When I was pregnant with Camden, I sensed his mild, innocent spirit. He is still a happy, calm boy.

I'll never forget the night he came into our lives in such an unexpected way. (and place!) I remember thinking how surprisingly peaceful it felt to have him born in our home and to just be able to stay home and go to bed afterwards. I'll always cherish those first few weeks of snuggling with Camden in bed, because, as Clay warned me, he wouldn't be allowed in there once he got a little older. With Ellie, I was way too nervous to ever sleep next to her. But because I have been less anxious with my second, and because he would NOT go back to sleep sometimes unless he was lying next to me, it was a necessity. And I loved it. I have tried to get him to sleep next to me since, but he won't. Bittersweet.

I'll also never forget how gassy/colicky he was for the first 4-5 months. It can't all be butterflies and fairy dust, right? :) But Clay swooped in as the super-husband he is and helped immensely every night. And he still does, because as sweet as our baby boy is, consistent sleep just isn't his thing.

A few more tidbits about Camden at one year old:

-He's still nursing strong. He isn't showing any signs of wanting to stop. Ever. Wish us luck.
-He is a mama's boy to the max. Sometimes I have to hide from him to get something done because if he sees me, he wants nothing else. With that said, he is much better at playing on his own than Ellie was at this age.
-He is already such a boy. He loves digging in dirt, mud, sand -- anything that will make a mess -- and chasing balls, banging things, and rolling trucks along the ground.
-He gives the best kisses. Open-mouthed and accompanied by an "awww" sound. He's also a snuggler.
-He loves his big sis. They play with each other now and make each other laugh and I'm convinced there's nothing better to watch than my own kids making each other happy. I guess having multiple kids is worth it after all. :)
-His blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples are melting hearts everywhere.
-He crawls like a madman (ever since he was almost 8 months) and shows no desire to walk. I'm cool with it.
-He loves to say mama (obvs), uh-oh, duck, quack, milk (mok/gok) and attempts to say a bunch of other words.
-He loves when we read books to him.
-His trademark move when he is excited is getting up on his knees and flapping his arms. We call it "raptor arms."
-He wants to eat everything in sight, but because of his food sensitivities and eczema (which we're sure he'll grow out of, like Ellie did) we steer clear of gluten, sugar, nuts, eggs and dairy.

Clay often reminds me how I was worried I couldn't love another child as much as I love Ellie. I had nothing to worry about. I love my son more than I could have imagined and we have such a sweet bond. He makes me baby hungry for more little boys! :)

Now, for some pictures from his splash party!

We chowed down on vanilla bean buttermilk and chocolate fudge cupcakes and pizza.

The kids had a blast on the Slip n Slide. 

How cute are those baby glasses? Thanks auntie Kira. :)

He's pointing to his favorite person.

 I made Camden a gluten, dairy and sugar free cake.  As gross as that sounds, it actually tasted pretty good! Apparently Camden did not agree. He wanted nothing to do with it.

Me with my mom and sisters. I love all the crazy girls in my family. 

The only picture you will ever see where Ellie's face looks chunky. Haha.

A splash party wouldn't be a splash party without turning it into a water fight.

Thumbs-up to turning one!

Fourth of July

Last year, I decided the Fourth of July is my new favorite holiday. I love Christmas and all, and the meaning of it is obviously of paramount importance, but the busyness, materialism, and cold of December just doesn't quite compare to the sun-up, sun-down celebrations of Independence Day -- all done in the warmth of the sun. And now that Clay can be home celebrating with us instead of playing in his annual Fourth of July BYU soccer game, it's that much better. Although, we both miss his days with BYU soccer. 

Anyway, back to the Fourth. There is nothing like celebrating it in the heart of Provo. Watching the parade in the morning is a tradition I love, especially when good friends let us crash at their place to watch it. (Love you, Dayna and Steve!) But this year, we started the day's celebrations even earlier with Ellie's first real race -- a 1 mile run around Kiwanis park. She was so hyped up about running a race and talked about it all summer. She had hurt her knee the day before and was limping a little on the big day, but she was so determined to run as much as she could. When she had to stop and walk or have me hold her, she said, "It's OK if we don't win first." Atta girl. 

It was so cute to watch her cross the finish line. She said, "Mom! When I was running, my leg hurt a little but when I crossed the finish line, it stopped!" We walked to the runner's station and got her medal, which she was thrilled about, obvs. That night, when she was going to bed, she said, "I loved my race, mom." Looks like this might have to be added on to our annual festivities. 

We got smart this year and rode our bike to our friends' place on Center Street to watch the parade. It was nice to get a little workout in pre-holiday food gorging and to ride past all the people celebrating. Once Ellie spotted her best friend, Jayne, she was in heaven for the next couple of hours we spent watching the parade. Our friends were kind enough to let us borrow one of their cribs, and Camden eventually, miraculously, took a little snooze mid-bagpipes, canons and marching bands. My favorite float this year was Get Air Hangtime's, which had a trampoline float with people doing flips on it. Cool. 

After the parade, we went home to give the kids naps and do some prep for our family barbecue. When everyone arrived we ate good food (Bam Bam's brisket), the kids played on the Slip n Slide, and we visited with our next door neighbors and their family, who we are close friends with, and watched their annual firework show, which we call Cul de Sac of Fi-Er! (Sung to the tune of Stadium of Fire's theme song, of course.) These guys don't mess around. Their fireworks come from Wyoming and are super awesome. Once the sun started going down, we put a fussy Camden to sleep (he was asking to go "nigh-nigh") and walked over to the stadium to watch some of the Kelly Clarkson concert on the mega-tron. She has a pretty impressive voice, if you ask me. Then we got settled on our front lawn and watched the firework show. 

Ellie and her cousin, Kate, were fascinated, but would not unplug their ears. Haha. Little Camden snoozed through the whole thing, amazingly.

It was a fun, fun day and night. I love America. And I love Provo. There, I said it. 

Lake Powell

Clay has been going to Lake Powell with his family ever since he was born. 

My first time going to Lake Powell and trying watersports was when Clay and I were on the verge of engagement. We have gone almost every year since and I love this family tradition. 

Camden took a turn at the wheel on the drive down. 

Ellie and dad getting ready for bed with a sunset backdrop

                                                               Ellie and her cousin, Kayda

My favorite part of our Lake Powell trips is just riding on the boat. 

It's so relaxing and the scenery is breathtaking. 

This man clung onto Clay or I whenever the boat started going. 

This girl loved nestling in at the very tip of the boat and watching the boat glide through the water. 

Something about my husband driving a boat is very attractive to me for some reason.

My father-in-law, Jed gives some crazy rides on the tube. We call one of his moves the "Spiral of Death."

Ellie was so brave about hopping on the tube for a ride with grandma Ann.

Camden didn't mind getting filthy in the sand. 

Clay is a pro on the slolem. 

                                                                    I love waterskiing.

                                        There was a lot of fishing off the back of the boat.

                                    Ellie made her first catch (a catfish) with daddy's help.

Love these handsome boys.

                                                     We already can't wait for next year's trip!