Blog Trumps Family

Get this.  Last week in church my dad took a moment to stand up and "thank" someone (we'll call her Miss Shniderman).  Apparently at that very moment, something happened to the nerves that connect his mouth to his brain and he said, "I'd really like to SPANK Miss Shniderman".  At first I was all, habbada whobadda wha???  But then I remembered this picture from our trip to Lake Powell in July and realized that the pieces totally fit.  

And then I realized that I hadn't yet taken the time to complete my annual Lake Powell post that often times provides a golden opportunity for me to embarrass the pants off the people in my family.  

My motto?  Opportunities shall not be squandered.  And so I will proceed with caution.  

HA!  You believed that last sentence?  

Suckaaaa!

 This was sort of just the theme this year.  You know.  Act like a total douche whenever possible.

Par for the course.

There was also however, copious amounts of cute.

COPIOUS.  AMOUNTS.

And of course more douchi-ness.

I don't know why we can't just use the water tramp like normal people.  And for the record, no small children were hurt in this attempt to land inside the overturned trampoline.  Just the ego of the guy who totally missed. 

I have no explanation for this one.

The little dudes managed to save their grandma from certain death atop the treacherous sandstone.  

See?  Am cute.  Iz fun to wear teeny weenie bikiniz.

Operation scrub pits was a nightly ritual.  I suspect that operation kill sister in law will be in full swing very soon.  Bwaaaahaaahaha!

My dad's dance moves are seemingly genetic.

My future grandchildren...I pity them.

The captain and the first mate.  I rather adore these two.

There are people in my family who aren't going to speak to me for a REALLY REALLY long time after they read this.  I sacrificed my level of like-ability to provide my internetz with an accurate depiction of our annual Powell extravaganza.  Because, Blog.

Peanut Baybee is growing old.  Every night when I put her to bed I get that panicky feeling that reminds me just how quickly she will change.  Already I can hardly remember that floppy little heap of sleep she used to be.  Now she weighs 12 pounds and even sort of has chubby thighs.  Let me say that again, CHUBBY THIGHS!  I pinch them and squish them and nibble on them occasionally.  And today?  She shocked the hell out of herself by rolling over for the first time.  I've never thought much of that milestone before but for some reason this time I was all, biggest smartest most genius baybee alive!  Even though she's 6 months and should have most definitely perfected that trick by now.  Whatevs.  She's brilliant.

Oh hai.  My mom thinks I haz big smartz.  

She stupid.