We have a very famous (in the context of cows and horses) stock show that comes to Denver every year. This year we bit the $42 bullet and took the kids (and Riley) to check out what all the hype is about. Indeed, there was a boat load of livestock available for viewing, petting, smelling etc. The kids were entranced by all the action around them. They also made a game out of avoiding the large piles of poop. As did we. The rodeo clown show was their fave. Tim and I were a bit (ok, a lot) leery of the weird man that stuffs live animals down his over sized pants for a living.
The red faced man in the middle is the afore mentioned rodeo clown.
What a stud.
This was Squirt's reaction to the petting zoo. Love it.
The Stock Show was an overall hit, but we might just take next year off from the poop.
Our brilliant IT friend saved our computer com padre from her ultimate demise. She is now equipped with ample anti-virus capabilities and all our precious October-January memories have been restored. Big. Sigh. Of. Relief.
Backtracking to mid January, my rock star hubbie and friends spoiled me rotten on my 30 something b-day. Friday night the Syers fam met us for a little Qdoba chaos and came over for games and chocolate cake. On Saturday we took Duder bowling for the very first time that morning (it was a birthday party for a classmate) and loved watching him eat up the whole experience. I think his favorite part was watching the balls magically appear from under the floor up to the ball holder thingamajig. I had to tell him to take his face out of the black hole multiple times. I took a nap in the afternoon, as did my children, the Sheas came over with cupcakes for the very sad Bronco came, we went out for a DELISH dinner to our fave, White Chocolate Grill, with some of our fave people, Randy and Linsy and ended the night at a neighborhood partaaaay. On Sunday I was treated to nail pampering with my girly friend, Anne and had a romantic steak dinner with my better half after the little ones were in bed. Sounds rather perfect eh? It was. Perfect. To top it off, Tim spoiled me with more Athleta gear, which has turned out to by my favorite new vice.
He started off with the ball ramp but ended up "tossing" the ball himself. The screen said the 6 pounder was going 2 miles per hour. But gosh darnit, that ball made it down the lane and knocked over pins every time.
Love these peeps. And I love that all the kids are shown blowing out the candles below. They were trick, so the blowing ensued for quite some time.
Enough about my weekend. I promise there's more kid cuteness to come soon.
Heard about all those nasty rumors about Internet Explorer viruses? They're ugly and true. Our computer was invaded by virtual evil-doers. Maybe they're in China. Maybe they're in Indiana. Maybe they're on Mars. No one knows but they apparantly have the power to take over our entire operating system. She's in good hands with Tim's IT guy at work, but no progress has been made as of yet. Which means all my photos and blogging material are at daycare until further notice. Never fear...I have everything backed up through November, so it would be minimal photo and video loss if indeed the computer is toast. (By minimal, I mean like 300 photos and 20 videos of Christmas and Squirt's 2nd birthday...that's all). My heart is not happy, but what can I do? Wait. Please take a moment and wait with me......
AND BY ALL MEANS, UPDATE YOUR IE OR STOP USING IT ALL TOGETHER!
Flashback to New Year's Eve. We partied like rock stars (until 10:00pm) with the Lubbers clan. The kids blew their noise makers, danced with balloons, ate cake and Pinteresty kid friendly snacks and went to bed. The adults then dined on ribs, mac n cheese and a bunch of additional goodness, drank adult friendly beverages, played a game or two, rang in the New Year New York style and called it a night. And no one was tired the next morning. Perfection.
Our pretty girl had a very frilly Friday morning birthday tea party with her closest 1-4 year old gal pals. And Oma of course. They played a little dress up, decorated crowns, dined on muffins (made by Tim), cheese, apples and such, played with their baby dolls, danced around the island, sang and inhaled pink frosted cupcakes and rounded out the morning with present time. Needless to say, Squirt thought this was quite a magical morning of "me" centered time. She was one happy 2 year old and promptly went to bed when our last guests departed.
Brinley is Squirt's other half at day care. They are absolutely darling together and hug all day long.
Thank you to Pinterest for inspiring the balloon wall and tutu centerpiece. Seriously, what did I do before my friend Pinterest came along?
"Hadley" was one of Squirt's first words and one used on a daily basis around our house. As is "DD" who was sadly out of town for our girly festivities.
Love, love, love.
Little Bailey's very first birthday party.
I bought trick candles, which allowed for more time to film and observe Squirt puffing her cheeks out. She eventually tried grabbing the cupcake through the flames, so we had to extinguish them.
Can you tell these beauties apart? Embarrassingly enough, most of the time we can't. They're quite the darling pair.
Taylor was our bashful princess.
This talking and lighting up tea set has become a hot commodity around here. For both Squirt and her big brother.
On Squirt's actual birthday (Monday), we celebrated as a fam. She opened her gifts and was allowed the opportunity to chow on mac and cheese and hot dogs. What a night.
When we visited a local toy store last week, Squirt walked around with 5 of these puppies in a bag on each arm, barking all the while. How could I not get her one of her very own?
The beauty of a 2 year old is the ability to give her plates and cups and get a reaction of pure joy.
This pretty princess attire came from cousins D & Hudson. We're pretty sure she likes it.
Dude couldn't let a post go by without a shot of his cute mug.
My not so baby girl. Oh how I love everything about you. You fill my cup sweet punky.
Our crew currently lives in the middle of the Michigan woods in a log cabin. We called Denver home (thus the name of this blog) for 17 years until 2019, when we uprooted our unsuspecting children and dog to this new life in the Midwest. After a loooong hiatus, we're back in this simple internet space trying to document life from our quirky perspective. Thanks for being here.
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