I don't fit in my own family

Have you ever felt out of place in your own family? It is no surprise that I am the only one who hasn't ridden, dreamed about, and giggled over the newest addition to our family:

Even Elle calls it "my motorcycle". The boys are in heaven. They can't wait each day for dad to come home so they can ride laps around the yard. Someday we'll move on to bigger and more scenic places, but for now they are so happy. Christina says the next thing I need is a white tiger on velvet hanging in my living room, but I have to draw the line somewhere.

I need a new post

I can't believe how long it has been since I have posted. I am sick of seeing the same picture when I pull up my blog to look at everyone else's blogs (My neighbor says she makes herself post before she can read- I need a rule like that- someday).

These pictures are from our little hike at Cascade Springs last Sunday. Lots of fun- but I was so hot! I can't always tell if it is the summer heat or that I am so pregnant. Either way, we were all grateful for the shade. The whole way up and back the boys kept talking about how much they want a dirt bike. On the way down we saw a couple getting suited up for a ride. Of course we had to stop and watch them ride away. I may have to give in on this one... so not me... so them... ahhh- the struggle.