As this summer winds down I want to take the time to document some things I never want to forget about the 2013 summer:
*The first six weeks of the summer were spent worrying/wondering why we couldn't get Bronson to stop throwing up. He threw up daily, numerous times a day, and we had no answers to why. We just kept waiting for it to stop, and it didn't. All of our car rides were spent with the windows down trying to distract him from throwing up. Our evenings were spent do anything and everything to keep him preoccupied. It was hard... Finally, Grammy couldn't take it any longer. (This is after we saw a GI specialist and talked with his allergist at Primarys.) She put him back on formula, and the puking stopped.
*Brilee spent her whole summer being obsessed with Goldie. She wakes up in the morning asking to ride, and goes to bed with a smile on her face dreaming of riding the next day. She became a good littler rider, and has no fear on the horse. She and Jake spent numerous nights out in the round coral just loping their horses around. She was out until dark pretty much all summer long.
*Our number one way to keep Bronson happy was the four wheeler. We spent HOURS on that thing all summer long. The kids and I would go with Jake every night while he changed water lines. We would take him where he needed to go, and then while we waited we would run over ant piles. It was a blast, and this became a huge activity with my nieces and nephews too. We love it.
*We have loved all the yummy produce from the garden all summer long.
*We loved all the times we spent on the lake with the Nyberg family and friends.
*We have had some good camping, and it is so nice to have Bronson to the stage he is at now.
All in all it was a great summer! Now... bring on the fall.
9/4/13
9/3/13
Book Cliffs: PART 5
Jake and I took a half day off of work on Thursday so we could get down South before dark. We did our shopping, packed everything up, filled up our truck and gas cans, and took off. It was the first time we took just one vehicle, and it was super nice being the passenger! We had to hurry down to find a new camp spot, and pack up our old camp before dark.
Unfortunately, a bunch of crazy/rude stuff has happened to us with a group of people protesting oil shale development. (Hence my blog going private.) Long story short... We had a rude note taped to our camper last week saying how we were being sued because our dogs are near PR Springs. Jake and I ignored it and kept on camping. (I truly believed someone at the BLM was trying to be funny.) Wednesday Jake gets a call from the sheriff and animal control about some complaints they had received. Both explained that they were sorry they had to even call, but they had to follow through to get these crazies to back off. Both warned us that the people were psycho and who knows what they are capable of. We were advised to leave, but told it wasn't because of anything we had done. They wished Jake well on his hunt, and we decided in order for us to enjoy ourselves we needed to follow their advice. (Also, Del's advice. So glad he is in my corner!) Today Jake had a phone call from a special agent out of the Attorney Generals office. He also echoed what we had been told "You have done nothing wrong. So sorry to have to bug you." That poor man got an ear full from Jake though...
Anyways, we got there and the best camping spot ever was vacant. It had been full all summer long so we felt pretty pleased. We dropped the Rhino off and raced to PR Springs. The protesters had already started arriving and camping RIGHT next to our camper. Jake and I were saying some pretty mean things and they could totally over hear us. Finally, some girl comes up to talk. She starts out by saying, "I hope you aren't leaving because of us." We just laughed at her and said that is exactly why we were leaving. She also said how she knows in Alaska it is rude to camp close to people, so we told her that it is also rude to do that in Utah. As she was leaving she made some comment about how the BLM is a pain, Jake and I just stared at her, and finally Jake informed her that is where we both worked. The whole time she was there Brilee was asking/telling her that the "testers" were suing her. "Why are you going to sue me?". We just laughed, and hauled butt out of there!
We got to our new spot right at dark and had the joy of setting up another camp in the dark. Luckily, the kids were tired and slept through it all. Jake and I finally crashed around 11. Jake asked us to go with him the next morning, and I agreed to it. He said he would sleep in a little to make it better for the kids. Well, the alarm went off and Brilee cried that she didn't want to wake up. Bronson never even quit snoring, so Jake went on his own. He had just pulled down the road when he ran into Shon Labrum. Jake used to guide hunters for Shon, but then he moved to St. George. Shon has an elk tag this year so he was scouting. Jake told him to jump in and they would hunt bear and scout together. It wasn't 15 minutes later that the dogs rigged the bear. Jake and Shon hiked in, and then Jake hiked back out to come get us. He got to camp and told us to hurry! Bronson and I ended up going in our pajamas. The bear was 330 yards from the road, and it was a big one. Jake wasn't ready to end his hunt though. So, we took lots of pictures, pulled the dogs back, and watched it run away. Bronson got to the tree and couldn't quit talking about the dogs. I kept trying to get him to notice the bear, but he wouldn't look away from the dogs. Finally, I waved and said, "Hi Bear!" He looked to where I was waving and about had a heart attack. His face was priceless. All our dogs made it to the tree, except for Weasel who we believe was running a different bear. He was three canyons away. We took the good dogs back to camp to water them and feed them. Then we loaded in the truck to find Weasel. After looking forever Bronson was ready for a nap. Jake took us back and Bronson fell right asleep. Jake and Brilee then went to pick the dog up. I slept for three hours, and woke up with Bronson. Jake and Brilee showed up about thirty minutes later. We decided to not do a night hunt and just hang out instead. We went for a long Rhino ride, got campfire wood, and sat by the fire. The kids fell asleep watching Charlotte's Web. Jake woke up early Saturday and went hunting again. The kids and I didn't even pretend to be able to go this time. We called him around 9 and he told us where he was. The dogs were chasing elk. We caught all but Weasel, AGAIN! (He's lucky he actually is a really good dog... Jake sold him years ago, and was lucky enough to get him back a couple of months ago. He only has to train a horse for the rest of his life to pay his debt to Bruce for him.) This time we took the Rhino to look for him. We planned a nice picnic. Right when we got to the bottom of Willow Canyon the rain started, and it dumped on us! We could see blue sky and knew we just had to go a little further to get out of the rain. I saw a bob cat/ mountain lion streak across the road about a mile ahead of where we picked Weasel up. I didn't really want to have a picnic after that. So, we went back to camp. Again Bronson slept and Brilee found a fort that she couldn't get enough of. Dale Boren and his grand kids showed up to hunt with Jake. Bronson woke up and we fed the kids dinner then went for an evening hunt. Our dogs rigged hard near Three Pines so we let them go. They took off a million miles an hour and ended up on Winter Ridge two hours later... That's a long ways for those not familiar with the Books. We knew they were on a bear, but it just wouldn't tree. It was a late night, but so much fun! Sunday morning every single bear hunter we knew got skunked. The weather was really weird and the bears just weren't moving. My Dad, Stac, and the Wildes came down to visit. It was great seeing them. We went on a nice walk down South Canyon. Julie then had some weird allergic reaction so they had to leave. As soon as they took off we loaded the dogs up and went for the evening hunt. Jake said he wouldn't turn loose unless it was a guaranteed bear. After about an hour of driving Dale called on the radio and said he had a bear run right in front of his truck. We turned around and were racing over there. Dale called back on the radio and said, "Jake, can you hurry up and get over here. All my dogs ran this thing backwards." I thought that was so funny, but Jake said it was really common. The scent is so fresh on both sides the dogs get confused. We knew right where the bear had gone so I got an awesome video of the dogs striking the bear scent. Gator (NOT our dog... We are borrowing him from Jeremy Harris) broke his chain and took off as soon as he smelled the bear. He didn't have a collar on. Jake was FREAKING out (Gator is not cheap). Pretty soon he came back and started running the bear backwards too. We just couldn't catch him. We turned Winger, Twinkle Toes, Weasel, and Chavez loose and they all ran it backwards. Smoke was the only dog turned loose to just run it the right way. Weasel came back and Jake caught him and then found the actual track and got him going the right way. They treed fast and we went screaming across to the BLM guzzler to hike into them. The GPS collar said 220 yards so Jake and I decided we would all go. Well, 80 yards from the bear tree, Bronson gets the idea he is over being carried and hates bear hunting. He started crying and screaming and totally scared the bear. Weasel and Smoke were the only dogs on the tree and they couldn't keep it up by themselves. It jumped, and our dogs came up to greet us instead of chasing the bear again. SO DEPRESSING, but kind of funny too. We held our heads hike as we hiked back to the truck. We only had a couple of hours of light to find the rest of the dogs, and Jake was so stressed about Gator. As we were driving out the three dogs (we found Winger on our way to the tree) we had started going crazy. Jake turned them out (rash decision in the heart ache of the other bear getting away) and Weasel took off on a hot track. The others took off on elk. Dale called on the radio and said he saw Weasel on the bear. It was just too much for him though, and he is an old dog so he was tired. He quit and came back to the truck just as the rest of our dogs were showing up with Dale's grand kids. Perfect ending to an exciting night! We headed back to camp and Jake cooked the kids hamburgers and potatoes and thanked them millions of times for finding our dogs. Monday was kind of over kill. The dogs were too tired to do anything, we were out of gas for the truck, and we needed to get home. Jake only hunted 45 minutes. We packed camp up and headed home. Brilee cried that we were supposed to stay for a long time, and no amount of convincing would make her believe we really did stay a long time. It was a blast and we have three more weekends to enjoy it!
Unfortunately, a bunch of crazy/rude stuff has happened to us with a group of people protesting oil shale development. (Hence my blog going private.) Long story short... We had a rude note taped to our camper last week saying how we were being sued because our dogs are near PR Springs. Jake and I ignored it and kept on camping. (I truly believed someone at the BLM was trying to be funny.) Wednesday Jake gets a call from the sheriff and animal control about some complaints they had received. Both explained that they were sorry they had to even call, but they had to follow through to get these crazies to back off. Both warned us that the people were psycho and who knows what they are capable of. We were advised to leave, but told it wasn't because of anything we had done. They wished Jake well on his hunt, and we decided in order for us to enjoy ourselves we needed to follow their advice. (Also, Del's advice. So glad he is in my corner!) Today Jake had a phone call from a special agent out of the Attorney Generals office. He also echoed what we had been told "You have done nothing wrong. So sorry to have to bug you." That poor man got an ear full from Jake though...
Anyways, we got there and the best camping spot ever was vacant. It had been full all summer long so we felt pretty pleased. We dropped the Rhino off and raced to PR Springs. The protesters had already started arriving and camping RIGHT next to our camper. Jake and I were saying some pretty mean things and they could totally over hear us. Finally, some girl comes up to talk. She starts out by saying, "I hope you aren't leaving because of us." We just laughed at her and said that is exactly why we were leaving. She also said how she knows in Alaska it is rude to camp close to people, so we told her that it is also rude to do that in Utah. As she was leaving she made some comment about how the BLM is a pain, Jake and I just stared at her, and finally Jake informed her that is where we both worked. The whole time she was there Brilee was asking/telling her that the "testers" were suing her. "Why are you going to sue me?". We just laughed, and hauled butt out of there!
We got to our new spot right at dark and had the joy of setting up another camp in the dark. Luckily, the kids were tired and slept through it all. Jake and I finally crashed around 11. Jake asked us to go with him the next morning, and I agreed to it. He said he would sleep in a little to make it better for the kids. Well, the alarm went off and Brilee cried that she didn't want to wake up. Bronson never even quit snoring, so Jake went on his own. He had just pulled down the road when he ran into Shon Labrum. Jake used to guide hunters for Shon, but then he moved to St. George. Shon has an elk tag this year so he was scouting. Jake told him to jump in and they would hunt bear and scout together. It wasn't 15 minutes later that the dogs rigged the bear. Jake and Shon hiked in, and then Jake hiked back out to come get us. He got to camp and told us to hurry! Bronson and I ended up going in our pajamas. The bear was 330 yards from the road, and it was a big one. Jake wasn't ready to end his hunt though. So, we took lots of pictures, pulled the dogs back, and watched it run away. Bronson got to the tree and couldn't quit talking about the dogs. I kept trying to get him to notice the bear, but he wouldn't look away from the dogs. Finally, I waved and said, "Hi Bear!" He looked to where I was waving and about had a heart attack. His face was priceless. All our dogs made it to the tree, except for Weasel who we believe was running a different bear. He was three canyons away. We took the good dogs back to camp to water them and feed them. Then we loaded in the truck to find Weasel. After looking forever Bronson was ready for a nap. Jake took us back and Bronson fell right asleep. Jake and Brilee then went to pick the dog up. I slept for three hours, and woke up with Bronson. Jake and Brilee showed up about thirty minutes later. We decided to not do a night hunt and just hang out instead. We went for a long Rhino ride, got campfire wood, and sat by the fire. The kids fell asleep watching Charlotte's Web. Jake woke up early Saturday and went hunting again. The kids and I didn't even pretend to be able to go this time. We called him around 9 and he told us where he was. The dogs were chasing elk. We caught all but Weasel, AGAIN! (He's lucky he actually is a really good dog... Jake sold him years ago, and was lucky enough to get him back a couple of months ago. He only has to train a horse for the rest of his life to pay his debt to Bruce for him.) This time we took the Rhino to look for him. We planned a nice picnic. Right when we got to the bottom of Willow Canyon the rain started, and it dumped on us! We could see blue sky and knew we just had to go a little further to get out of the rain. I saw a bob cat/ mountain lion streak across the road about a mile ahead of where we picked Weasel up. I didn't really want to have a picnic after that. So, we went back to camp. Again Bronson slept and Brilee found a fort that she couldn't get enough of. Dale Boren and his grand kids showed up to hunt with Jake. Bronson woke up and we fed the kids dinner then went for an evening hunt. Our dogs rigged hard near Three Pines so we let them go. They took off a million miles an hour and ended up on Winter Ridge two hours later... That's a long ways for those not familiar with the Books. We knew they were on a bear, but it just wouldn't tree. It was a late night, but so much fun! Sunday morning every single bear hunter we knew got skunked. The weather was really weird and the bears just weren't moving. My Dad, Stac, and the Wildes came down to visit. It was great seeing them. We went on a nice walk down South Canyon. Julie then had some weird allergic reaction so they had to leave. As soon as they took off we loaded the dogs up and went for the evening hunt. Jake said he wouldn't turn loose unless it was a guaranteed bear. After about an hour of driving Dale called on the radio and said he had a bear run right in front of his truck. We turned around and were racing over there. Dale called back on the radio and said, "Jake, can you hurry up and get over here. All my dogs ran this thing backwards." I thought that was so funny, but Jake said it was really common. The scent is so fresh on both sides the dogs get confused. We knew right where the bear had gone so I got an awesome video of the dogs striking the bear scent. Gator (NOT our dog... We are borrowing him from Jeremy Harris) broke his chain and took off as soon as he smelled the bear. He didn't have a collar on. Jake was FREAKING out (Gator is not cheap). Pretty soon he came back and started running the bear backwards too. We just couldn't catch him. We turned Winger, Twinkle Toes, Weasel, and Chavez loose and they all ran it backwards. Smoke was the only dog turned loose to just run it the right way. Weasel came back and Jake caught him and then found the actual track and got him going the right way. They treed fast and we went screaming across to the BLM guzzler to hike into them. The GPS collar said 220 yards so Jake and I decided we would all go. Well, 80 yards from the bear tree, Bronson gets the idea he is over being carried and hates bear hunting. He started crying and screaming and totally scared the bear. Weasel and Smoke were the only dogs on the tree and they couldn't keep it up by themselves. It jumped, and our dogs came up to greet us instead of chasing the bear again. SO DEPRESSING, but kind of funny too. We held our heads hike as we hiked back to the truck. We only had a couple of hours of light to find the rest of the dogs, and Jake was so stressed about Gator. As we were driving out the three dogs (we found Winger on our way to the tree) we had started going crazy. Jake turned them out (rash decision in the heart ache of the other bear getting away) and Weasel took off on a hot track. The others took off on elk. Dale called on the radio and said he saw Weasel on the bear. It was just too much for him though, and he is an old dog so he was tired. He quit and came back to the truck just as the rest of our dogs were showing up with Dale's grand kids. Perfect ending to an exciting night! We headed back to camp and Jake cooked the kids hamburgers and potatoes and thanked them millions of times for finding our dogs. Monday was kind of over kill. The dogs were too tired to do anything, we were out of gas for the truck, and we needed to get home. Jake only hunted 45 minutes. We packed camp up and headed home. Brilee cried that we were supposed to stay for a long time, and no amount of convincing would make her believe we really did stay a long time. It was a blast and we have three more weekends to enjoy it!
Bronson makes his Daddy so proud.
Smelling the bear!
Jake and Bri heading to the tree.
Really... he pulled my hair the whole time. Kinda hurt.
Bri's fort.
Charlotte's Web
8/25/13
Book Cliffs... Round 3&4
Last Friday after work Jake, the kids, and I went straight to Roosevelt. We packed an overnight bag, went to a viewing of a close friends sister, and then left for the Book Cliffs. Bronson slept most of the way down, and Bri fell asleep right after we got on dirt. I worried that meant we would be up all night. When we got to our camper we had been outnumbered by a group of people down protesting the Oil Shale development. We were annoyed that they had come RIGHT to our camp spot, but figured they were lucky that we didn't have any barking dogs with us. Jake and I got the camper all set up and then transferred the kids. They both slept through it all. It was such a shock to us. Something is up with the fridge in our camper and it only works when there is battery power. So, of course, our battery had died during the week with us gone. It couldn't have been dead too long, but long enough the meat in the freezer had thawed out. We cleaned that all up, and decided we would just head straight home in the morning. The kids slept until about 8, and then we loaded up and started the drive home. We stopped at Pelican Lake for breakfast and got home right at nap time. Perfect timing!
Fast forward to last Friday...
Bronson had gotten sick and kind of scared me earlier in the week, and with Bri's teeth I just couldn't decided if the kids and I should go or stay home. Finally, Friday morning, I decided we would go down for at least the night. Jake finished up at work early, and so he went and bought all our groceries. He then picked the kids up, and picked me up. We got home, and Bronson and I went back to the store to get the items Jake forgot. It's so who we are... haha! Ben and Andre dropped Tytan off, and Jake picked Jens up. Jake was happy the boys were coming with him. We filled up on gas and hit the road. We got to camp right at dark, and it was raining. There was a mean note on our camper from someone about some clean water act and all sorts of crazy stuff. So, that kind of set the tone off bad. After awhile we shook it off. The kids helped with that. Tytan and Jens kept telling me, "You are the forest ranger Kelsey. Nobody can leave notes on the forest ranger's camper." haha I don't know where they got that, but it was funny. We had a fire with S'mores when the rain stopped. We forgot Bronson's blanket (he is becoming VERY attached), and so he would not go to sleep. Finally at 10:15 all the kids were asleep. Jake and the boys were up early, and out on their adventure. Bri and Bronson slept until 9. Totally a record for my kids. I didn't even know what to do with myself. I fed them breakfast and got us all ready for the day. We drove up out of camp to call home, and to track down Jake. I ran into Bruce and he said Jake was walking into a bear tree, so I might not get him for awhile. Sure enough, no Jake so we went back to camp. We were playing outside when they pulled in. I could hear Tytan and Jens yelling, "Kelsey, you're going to be mad! We caught a bear without you." They were cute, and I wasn't mad! We had three lost dogs though so the kids and I jumped in the truck with them and we were off. Luckily, they were easy finds. We had a picnic and went back to camp. Bronson went right down for a nap while everyone else became chipmunk hunters. After Bronson's nap he was playing outside and tripped and fell. He hit his lip on a stick, and the blood was flowing out his mouth. So scary, and so gross. Jake and I do not handle things like that well at all. He freaked, I freaked, Bronson freaked, and then we were okay. Around 4:30 we cooked up dinner, went and got new water for the camper, and decided to go on an evening hunt. We drove all over and only had one true rig. So, we went back to camp for S'mores and cobbler. Again, Bronson would not sleep. We turned on Stub the Cow Dog and he watched the whole movie. The other kids were out as soon as they closed their eyes to avoid the "bear part". It was a cozy night in the camper, and the bear hunters we up before the sun again. They showed back up to camp around 10 without having any luck this morning. Jake and Bronson took a nap while the kids and I chased chipmunks and watched Stub again. It started raining, and I was getting nervous about the drive home on the dirt portion with all the mud. Bri started getting the idea that she wasn't ready to come home, and she could stay with her Dad. She had really wanted to go hunting with Jake this morning, but when he asked me if he should wake her I told him no. She woke up so mad that he didn't wake her up. I tried to explain it was because I told him she needed the sleep, but she wasn't accepting the fact he left her very well. She asked me if Ty and Jens were staying and when I said no she said, "Good. Then he will HAVE to take me with him." haha smart girl! Bronson finally woke up, we said good-bye, and hit the road. Roads were fine, but it did rain most the way home. I dropped the boys off and started the pile of laundry. Jake called to let me know they had got a bear, and Bri had done well. He said it was the hardest hunt of his life. The bear was 880 yards off the road, and he knew it was too far for Bri. He put her in the Kelty kid pack we have for Bronson. They got to the tree and took pictures. He then put her back in the pack and had to pull six dogs off the tree. He pretty much carried the six dogs and Bri back to the truck. He is tired, and will sleep good tonight! Bronson and I visited with Ann and Barry for awhile, rode the four wheeler around the field, and then Bronson was ready for bed. It was another fun weekend!
Fast forward to last Friday...
Bronson had gotten sick and kind of scared me earlier in the week, and with Bri's teeth I just couldn't decided if the kids and I should go or stay home. Finally, Friday morning, I decided we would go down for at least the night. Jake finished up at work early, and so he went and bought all our groceries. He then picked the kids up, and picked me up. We got home, and Bronson and I went back to the store to get the items Jake forgot. It's so who we are... haha! Ben and Andre dropped Tytan off, and Jake picked Jens up. Jake was happy the boys were coming with him. We filled up on gas and hit the road. We got to camp right at dark, and it was raining. There was a mean note on our camper from someone about some clean water act and all sorts of crazy stuff. So, that kind of set the tone off bad. After awhile we shook it off. The kids helped with that. Tytan and Jens kept telling me, "You are the forest ranger Kelsey. Nobody can leave notes on the forest ranger's camper." haha I don't know where they got that, but it was funny. We had a fire with S'mores when the rain stopped. We forgot Bronson's blanket (he is becoming VERY attached), and so he would not go to sleep. Finally at 10:15 all the kids were asleep. Jake and the boys were up early, and out on their adventure. Bri and Bronson slept until 9. Totally a record for my kids. I didn't even know what to do with myself. I fed them breakfast and got us all ready for the day. We drove up out of camp to call home, and to track down Jake. I ran into Bruce and he said Jake was walking into a bear tree, so I might not get him for awhile. Sure enough, no Jake so we went back to camp. We were playing outside when they pulled in. I could hear Tytan and Jens yelling, "Kelsey, you're going to be mad! We caught a bear without you." They were cute, and I wasn't mad! We had three lost dogs though so the kids and I jumped in the truck with them and we were off. Luckily, they were easy finds. We had a picnic and went back to camp. Bronson went right down for a nap while everyone else became chipmunk hunters. After Bronson's nap he was playing outside and tripped and fell. He hit his lip on a stick, and the blood was flowing out his mouth. So scary, and so gross. Jake and I do not handle things like that well at all. He freaked, I freaked, Bronson freaked, and then we were okay. Around 4:30 we cooked up dinner, went and got new water for the camper, and decided to go on an evening hunt. We drove all over and only had one true rig. So, we went back to camp for S'mores and cobbler. Again, Bronson would not sleep. We turned on Stub the Cow Dog and he watched the whole movie. The other kids were out as soon as they closed their eyes to avoid the "bear part". It was a cozy night in the camper, and the bear hunters we up before the sun again. They showed back up to camp around 10 without having any luck this morning. Jake and Bronson took a nap while the kids and I chased chipmunks and watched Stub again. It started raining, and I was getting nervous about the drive home on the dirt portion with all the mud. Bri started getting the idea that she wasn't ready to come home, and she could stay with her Dad. She had really wanted to go hunting with Jake this morning, but when he asked me if he should wake her I told him no. She woke up so mad that he didn't wake her up. I tried to explain it was because I told him she needed the sleep, but she wasn't accepting the fact he left her very well. She asked me if Ty and Jens were staying and when I said no she said, "Good. Then he will HAVE to take me with him." haha smart girl! Bronson finally woke up, we said good-bye, and hit the road. Roads were fine, but it did rain most the way home. I dropped the boys off and started the pile of laundry. Jake called to let me know they had got a bear, and Bri had done well. He said it was the hardest hunt of his life. The bear was 880 yards off the road, and he knew it was too far for Bri. He put her in the Kelty kid pack we have for Bronson. They got to the tree and took pictures. He then put her back in the pack and had to pull six dogs off the tree. He pretty much carried the six dogs and Bri back to the truck. He is tired, and will sleep good tonight! Bronson and I visited with Ann and Barry for awhile, rode the four wheeler around the field, and then Bronson was ready for bed. It was another fun weekend!
Thursday we went to dinner with the Henderson's, Steffies, and Maryann. It was a blast.
Bronson and Wyatt kept fighting over who the baby was.
I taught Bri had to start the generator a couple weeks ago. She loves it, and so do I. She wakes up every morning asking if I want it on.
Their bear went up a HUGE Ponderosa
Jens was exhausted.
When Brilee went missing during our picnic... We found her with her favorite dogs.
I love snuggling Bronson.
Bri would have loved snuggling Tytan, but he wasn't into it.
Her teeth are taking some getting used to.
Reunited with the "blankey"
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