I can't help it. I know that September in Utah is very much like August in Utah, and August in Utah is unbearably hot, but I want it to be fall. Are you getting sick of me saying that yet?
Semptember! Be fall!
In two weeks, our little family is loading up on a plane in the middle of the night (who thought 1am was a good choice?) and flying to Virginia for two weeks. (Anyone in Virginia Beach wanna playdate?)
I'm so excited to go, even in hurricane season, because I'm quite certain that it will be more autumny there than here. And of course, I'm excited to see my grandparents and have a fun little vacation with the boys while Travis abandons us for something that I probably think is boring/stupid.
Anyhow. more pictures of dumptrucks, farms, and mountains.
You know the drill, I guess.
Oh, and Happy Labor Day. Today the water parks close, which is unbearable since Travis and I bought season passes to the park here and never even redeemed them or went a single time. Oops.
Ah well, what can I say? I prefer a lake to a spinny slide full of lukewarm, probably-peed-in chorlinated water. Am I to blame?
The Owl who Became the Moon.