I took my dog on a walk

Or rather my dog took me on a walk. Brad trailed behind Brynner as he pointed out trees, grass, the sky, purple flowers, and imaginary bugs. Of course he had to stop every so often to drive his cars (one for each hand) on the sidewalk. Rusty was getting very impatient and wanted to know what the hold up was! He ran circles around me and whined...which reminded me of my 1 yr old as a matter of fact. Didn't I know that he had to pee on every single bush, tree, and flower? My favorite is when he has nothing left but he'll keep on trying. I give him an A for effort on that one. We finally made it over to the weird park by my house (there is no other way to describe a park without a slide, swing, or money bars). I happily watched my cute hubby and child play when Rusty saw something he HAD to go see. No no that's entirely wrong. He saw something that made him go crazy with stupidity. He checked his brain on the side of the road and forgot he was tethered...to me. Before I know it my arm is practically pulled out of it's socket and I land with a big thud while he drags me until I let go (duh!). That's right, my dog took me on a walk and proceeded to beat me up. I have bruises, scrapes, and cuts a plenty! But let's just face it, people falling down is just plain funny. It wasn't long after I had licked my wounds that Brad and I were rolling (I was limping) on the ground laughing. I hadn't taken a beating like that since the time I was catapulted in a thicket of Willow bushes while rollerblading...down a hill...on a date. Did I mention that I was on a date? The date had to come into the willows to help untangle me. That's also a good story, a heroic one in fact. I sacrificed my body so I wouldn't run a little old man over. The date didn't teach me much (like how to stop or turn) before rolling me down a hill (it was like my 3rd time!). But back to the non heroic story...you know the one where my dog hurt me and my pride? Lucky for me that weird park is encircled with really tall grass so I don't think anyone but Brad and Brynner saw. Because I am fresh out of pictures of me falling and stuff I thought I'd at least draw you one. Enjoy my fierce artistic skills.

Today Brynner learned

ALL girls have cooties....except Mommy, of course.

Fourth of July

We hung out with Brynner's Aunt and Uncle on the 4th. We saw an awesome parade where we scored some gems of a treat. There were Otter Pops, Frisbees, frozen string cheese, taffy, and did I mention they were throwing cheese?! I ♥ cache valley parades. More importantly then cheese is Brynner had a rockin' time. I was so relieved since we would be stationary for over an hour. This kid is soo busy when we're driving and hit a red light he starts insisting, "Go!... Go!... Go!..." each time an octave higher until there is panic in his tone. I've started to interpret the yellow light for hit your gas and pray you make it (OK...I at least think of it every time).

He danced as music would go by and had a blast eating the coveted otter pop. Brad stripped him down after a few min. so he wouldn't make a mess of the father/son Run DMC matching shirts! Brad couldn't believe I didn't know who they were. Apparently they were {quote unquote} cool back in the day.

After the parade we had a good time hanging out and grilling at the near by park. We enjoyed some lovely singing (bless their hearts), genuine brats, out of this world sprinkled rice krispies, and a little boy stealing our buns.

Back home we wanted to see what Brynner thought of some fireworks....

yeah....he didn't like it.