Kimborious Chronicles: 4th of July!

Brady and I loaded the dog and the baby and more gear than we have ever needed before (welcome to parenthood) into the car and headed out. We drove 500 miles (only stopping once to pee, eat and change a diaper). I would consider that a HUGE success being the first time we have road tripped with Rex. Anywho – here are some tidbits:

Bea, dying to sit in Brady’s lap… just for a second!!!

Bea the wonder-dog had some SERIOUS energy to spend upon arrival, and deserved a dip in Lake Davis. She found the perfect stick and got to it.

This is the house where I was built. It smells just as piney as it looks. Lucky me!!!

The Cousins.

Ignore the red mark on Rex’s face. No, I don’t know what it is – he is fine, I promise.

annnnnnnnnnnnnnd… the mother of the year IS….. ME!

Turns out that Rex’s stroller can hold TWO beers. We took him to the fire works… and you know what? Beer, babies and fireworks work together a lot better than one would anticipate!

Abby is learning to blow bubbles. She was determined to show me --

…no bubble. maybe next time.

What’s a trip home without a visit to the Mohawk Tavern!? Dollars on the ceiling…. fish on the wall. Makes perfect sense after a few of the drinks they pour.

A sister, an old friend and a new one!

Serena (next door neighbor for my WHOLE childhood)

Kristin (my sister)

and Carl – my sister’s wet blanket. (hehe) He likes to be called her husband though.

Grandma holding Rex at the Loyalton parade. Best parade ever. Not only do they throw dog treats AND candy (Bea was pretty excited) they come by TWICE. I guess that is what happens when you have a parade in a town of less than 1000 people. And what is a holiday in the summer without PUPPIES?!?! We snuggled these lil guys after the parade on our walk back to my Grandma’s house. Tradition states firmly that after the parade, but before the pick nick, one must walk to Grandma’s house for a pb & mayo sandwich (nope, not kidding) Brady was a party pooper.