Seriously, if this isn't every little boy's dream...I don't know what is. Grandpa, the tough jeep, and Silas riding shot gun.
To be honest, Silas was a little apprehensive. Had he been riding with his Uncle Everett, Uncle Hessel, or even his Dad for that matter, I would have joined in his hesitations. But with Grandpa behind the wheel I knew he was in good hands. A trip to the 'man store' resulted in renewed enthusiasm for the jeep, an off-roading experience that would be our topic for talk time for the rest of the stay in Arizona, a new back hoe loader for the sandbox, and extremely special time with Grandpa.
It is these moments of intentional interaction that cause Silas to pick up so many of my Dad's coined phrases. It is frequent during a meal that I will hear him remark to me "good stuff, Mom. This is good stuff." When we are driving and we see a jeep, there is never a missed opportunity to point it out and wave (since that's what you do to fellow jeep drivers). He is often singing the lyrics to a song that he and grandpa found on the computer together. All of this is remarkable to me as Silas is just now 3 years old and we see my parents only once every few months, when we are lucky. But, when Grandpa hauls buckets of water out to the sandbox to help make a lake, and carries Silas out to get the newspaper each morning wearing the wooden Dutch shoes, and takes him for these jeep rides and walks out in the desert to throw rocks at the cactus, the memories stay fresh for a long time...holding us over until the next visit.

Jewel is just getting a taste of her Beppe. This is my little girl in my mother's arms, sound asleep during the church service. How is this possible when I take Jewel into church with me every Sunday, and am forced to vacate the sanctuary as she squirms and squeaks with disruption? Well, there is just something wonderful about my mothers arms. I too have found great rest and comfort there. So, even though she has only seen her Beppe for 4 visits in her whole little life, she knows the safety and the refuge of her lap and doesn't hesitate to take advantage of a moment to soak it up.

The bathing in the sink tradition was extra special to me this time...maybe it was a daughter and the three generations of women in our family that are now represented, maybe it was Jewel being big enough to sit up in the sink and enjoy the bath, or maybe it was the fabulous sunshine pouring in through the new and larger kitchen window and covering not only my sweet daughter and mother, but also the counters and floors of the incredible remodel. It has always felt good to go home to Vail, but now it feels even more fantastic. It is just another piece of evidence as to why my parents are so wonderful. They made room for the gathering place. They created the comfort zone, for family get togethers, parties, and hosting guests. Everything from the inside out was done with others in mind. Thank you for thinking of us.
We broke in the fire pit in the back yard one evening...nothing quite like being there with the giant mountains as the back drop, the great big blue sky above us, the kids jumping on the tramp and playing in the sandbox, and watching the sun drop behind the house while being warmed by a bonfire. Incredible.Thank you Mom and Dad for bringing us home. This was a memorable and wonderful trip.













I love this picture, because Jewel really loves being a baby sister. She adores her big brother. This last week I took them to Costco, and now that Jewel is way too big for her infant car seat I have to either carry her (which lasts about 5 minutes until my arms are throbbing) or put her into the ergo (which is FABULOUS, more about that later), or put her into a cart that has a high seat belt that can help her sit up. Well, at Costco the kids can sit next to each other in the double seater. Silas generally hates the cart with all of his three year old passion, but he is elated to have company. He is totally entertained by her and keeps her completely happy. I can hardly shop because I just want to watch them. He keeps his arm around her shoulders, gently strokes her head, kisses her cheeks, and talks in his little baby talk to her. And Jewel just beams the entire time.
Let's check out all the rolls. The cute little butt cheeks, the chunky thighs, and chubby arms. She has started on solid food. I am skipping the rice cereal since she clearly doesn't need the extra calories, and she is sleeping like a champ. So, we have been tasting the winter squash selections. I bake and puree the squash and mix it with breast milk to get the right consistency for her. SHE LOVES IT! I have to have everything ready before I get her into her high chair or she gets all worked up watching me mixing it. 












Everyone started with making a cupcake. The intention was for the cupcakes to look like train cars...so I left out materials to make things like a coal car, a logging car, a fruit car and such. However, most of the cars were an eclectic assortment of many materials :)

Here is our birthday boy in his conductor's hat, pointing out all of poor Thomas' flaws. 





