RIP PC

Yep, computer is officially dead. This blows.

St. George

So here's a lot of pictures and a few words to sum up our trip to St. George:

Climbing, picnic, throwing rocks, cupcakes, cousins, daddy, "play cars, ka-chow!"

Desert, dead stuff, pokey stuff, loud guns, fast lizards, grandma/grandpa, beautiful.

And last, but definitely not least; I love to see the temple, I'll go inside someday...

Oh, precious, precious Hunter.

P.S. He loves to sing this song and was extra excited to see a real temple (remember the confusion with the Excalibur in Vegas).

And to end this post here is a sweet picture of my boys walking through the beautiful desert. It's funny, this is one of my favorite pics. It looks so peaceful. Father and son, hand in hand, exploring the beauty of the earth. Actuallity: freaked out mommy behind the camera yelling to watch out for snakes, heart pounding, forehead sweating. Daddy rolling his eyes, son ignoring mommy. A pictue can say a thousand words, but not necessarily the right ones. Oh, well, it really was a beautiful day.

We love you St. George!!

Heart the Barnards

Precious Baby Terminator

So I have to throw in some background on this story. One of my cheesey nicknames for Craig is "My Terminator." I warned you it was cheesey, but I call him this because I always feel so safe when I am with him. I feel like he could protect me from anything; ninjas, grizzley bears, you name it. Another necessary side note to this sotry that is that I have a true phobia of snakes. My fight or flight mode kicks in to high gear at just a glimpse of one in a book or on TV. So having said all that, here is my story about my Precious Baby Terminator.

While in St. George last weekend we decided to go for a quick little hike one evening. As soon as we hopped out of the car and started up the trail the crazy person in my head sprung in to action calculating our chances of a snake encounter. The equation looked something like this (time of day x width of trail) + (landscape/temperature)= JUSTIFICATION FOR PANIC!!!!! I tried to silence this crazy person with logic, but everyone knows crazy overrides logic and I began yelling manic demands at Craig and Hunter. "Stomp your feet so they know you are coming!" and "Stay in the center of the trail, THE CENTER OF THE TRAIL!!" and "Don't let go of Hunter's hand!" Craig patiently rolled his eyes and lovingly obliged. Hunter, on the other hand, had his own agenda and wasn't thrilled about not being allowed to pause to pick up a rock or chase after a lizard. Craig whispered in his ear, "Just do what mommy says, she's crazy and scared of snakes."

The next day we found ourselves on the Arizona strip for more desert adventure. As I was getting things out of the car Hunter surveyed the situation and tenderly approached me. "Mommy scared....buggies?"

"No, mommy not scared of buggies sweetie. Mommy just doesn't like snakes."

And this is when my little man invented way #139 to melt my heart. He reached out his little hand and with all the confidence and assurance a 1 year-old could muster he said, "Mommy safe," and he took my hand to lead me off in to the desert. It looks like I've got two terminators looking out for me. Those snakes can just eat it!!