I told her I felt weird ringing the doorbell, because I practically lived there, had a key, the alarm code, and a chair at their dinner table. Oh, how I've missed that house. The views, the views are second to none. You can see all the way north, south and west. They sit right on the mountain side, so all you can see to the east is a big fat mountain. 
The backyard was just redone for the blessed occasion and it looked great. I had to wander around the entire place to take pictures, just in case it's another 10 years before I get back.
In the midst of my wandering I was so preoccupied with my camara, when I took it away from my face for 3 seconds, I saw this little guy sitting RIGHT in front of me. I'm telling you... 10 steps, and Peter Cottontail was my pet. He just sat there, and starred. I starred, he starred, he didn't move so much as a whisker. I started to think he was a lawn decoration, so I casually took a step toward him...
and hop...hop... 
hop away, he did. so long, bunny.
Like I said, the views... to the North.
To the South.
Here's the groom, cool as a cucumber. Really...can anyone help me with that phrase? I mean, after a little refridgeration, maybe, but are they always cool?
The lovely couple. They look so peaceful, so calm, no cold feet (unlike the cucumber) and just happiness to be together.
My homegirl and me. Yep, I just said homegirl. Don't we look like homegirls? We are pretty fly. Did I just say fly? I've offically lost it.This photo doesn't even do the sky justice. It was blue skies and warm all day, then just as we finished eating, the wind picked up a bit and we got this beautiful pink and grey sky. It was truely breathtaking. So... Tomorrow's the big day! (Ok, so it was really like 2 weeks ago, but play along, please!)
It was actually nice enough to step outside of our air-conditioned caves and get some fresh air. We BBQ'd at the park with friends. It was lovely. Good ol' BBQ food, and some Phillipino fair too. Hmmm, here we have some Lumpia. They're like tiny little egg-rolls. 
And he stood here and patiently waited for a 44th.
Pamela skipped the food and went straight for the s'more cookie (more on that later.)
Here's Marc, he's the grill master. 
Bug-Man .
Here's Marvin, he's Dianne's husband. Dianne is my friend and co-worker. If you ever have a chance to work with her...take it. She's a laugh a minute. 
There's a filter that most people are born with, some people's work better than others, but let's be honest, Dianne didn't stand in the "filter" line in heaven. She was too busy standing in the "pretty" line. She's pretty. Filtered, no. 
You just NEVER know what Dianne's going to say next. That's what we love about her. Well, that and she'd give you the shirt off her back, or do anything for you. Here she is, loving Wonder Baby to pieces. Dianne and I have grown to place with each other of not just finishing each others sentances, but KNOWING exactly what the other is trying to say, when we just can't quite articulate. 
She just always know's what I'm trying to say. 
Here's Marley. He was the smallest little guy there. 
And Scout, taking a little break at the watering hole. Between Ramsey, the sheep dog, and Scout the moose, poor Marley was soaked by the end of the day. That's the problem with being the shortest dog in class.
Wonder Baby has a little fetish with dog dishes. He loves to splash in the water, or help Scout by placing her food in her water dish. Helpful...right?
Wonder Baby was trying to have fun with Marley, but Marley was happy in the security of Pamela's lap. 
Auntie Dianne and Auntie P were keeping Anthony quite entertained. He was laughing so hard at these two.
This little guy, Kyle, was so cute with Anthony, he played and played with him. He was showing Anthony how to blow the "fur" off the dandilions, and how to ride his scooter. 
Here are some of the boys, doing boy stuff. 
And Wonder Baby trying to keep up.
Ok, so on a more serious note... Here's Kylie, and below her sister Abigail. These two little, emphasis on little, girls were hit by a car a few weeks ago. Yes, you heard (read?) correctly, HIT by a car, the car, no, the SUV ran OVER Kylies legs (who weighs 60 lbs, at 10 years old) and then HIT Abigail, who is a mere 38 lbs before coming to a stop. 
By only an amazing miracle are these two ok, apart from deep bruising, a fractured collar bone, and lots of scrapes and bruises. I know they were being watched out for. They are in great spirits, considering what they've been through. SO... here's your PSA for the day: (in a calm, loving tone of voice) please I beg you, put all your focus back on the road. So many times I am distracted by phone, radio, billboards, baby, you name it... and this was a huge, big fat, giant, reminder to refocus myself whist driving.
We drove up to the ski resort (coming from Salt Lake City, Utah, which boasts the greatest snow on earth, I can't help but laugh at calling it a ski resort) and parked and had us some lunch. 
He's hot. Like a fine wine, gets better with age. Just kidding babe, I know you don't age. 
Note to self, don't ever let anyone take a photo of you a. eating b. from below you. I'm just sayin'. Just some good ol' Subway sandies. We've vowed to be a little more preparred for our next mountain adventure, which will include a home-made picnic. 
Someone was very thirsty. Don't worry Wonder Baby, we'll wait for you to finish that Coke.
Done? Ok, moving on. 
This was right where we parked. We knew nothing of the trails, length, difficulty, etc, so we got out the jogging stroller and took off up this trail. It was funny. ROCKY, and funny to watch Wonder Baby's cheeks jiggle. He laughed a couple of times at the jiggling, then he wasn't so sure what to think about it. 
We didn't make it too far, before we ditched the hiking, for something a little more stroller friendly.
Look at that view. Trees? In Vegas? Who knew?
Scout loved it. 
Behind Tony is one of the trails and half pipe for the ski resort. Any of you Utah skiiers/snowboarders planning a trip to Vegas now, just for the stellar boarding? No? Come on...LOOK at that half pipe. Ok, we'll come there. Twisted our arms.
Please note the little kid RUNNING towards us. I though his parents were maybe up ahead of us and he was trying to catch up with them. We were stopped lazily on the trail and as soon as he approached I turned around and said "you can pass us." He looked at me and said, "do you know if there are bathrooms up here?" ME: "Uh, probably not. Try the campground or ski area?" Kid: "Ok, thanks." Then he ran in the other direction. Was he trying to reach us just to ask us that? What the heck? 
See?
So, we took shelter under this shade tree, 
and I proceeded to teach my child how to dig in the dirt with a stick.
Good mom, aren't I? Well, he tired of that pretty quickly, so we spent the rest of the afternoon following Wonder Baby while he wandered the meadow. 
He climbed, put tree bark, pineneedles, rocks, sticks, probably ants, any other mountain meadow findings in his mouth. 
Was fun! Like I said, next time... WAY better prep. 
He loved climbing on all the fallen trees and logs.
Scout love to sniff, sniff, sniff. Like any good dog would.
Then, when the log got boring, we opted to climb what other than...
his stroller. Who needs nature when you have your stroller?
See? We do exist in the same photo... not very often.
The End.
