Excuse Me, What Happened to July?

Is it really already July 15th? Yikes!

I'm in Utah chilling at my friends and having a splendid time. My kids are going to bed at hours that are borderline abuse. And then climbing in bed with me in the middle of the night, mere moments after I fall asleep. Which is total abuse. I need a little more room than their sprawling, snuggling bodies allow.

We drove through Colorado and spent a day there to break up our trip. We went to the Butterfly Pavilion which was awesome for all of us. I'm with my three kids and two sixteen year old girls. And then you know, I'm 29. We all loved it. Bo got to hold a tarantula for a 12th of a second. Which spiraled him into a world of spiders and only spiders and the biggest spider and the fastest and the smahtest and ugliest and the one that would beat Caleb's if they were racing and....500 miles across I-80 worth of spider talk. It was awesome.

I don't mean to brag, but my kids are amazing travelers. Avee barely makes a peep, well, toward me. She pretty much talks nonstop to her "friends" in the backseat with her. Bo is delightful with only the occasional meltdown when things like a speck of his slime from the Butterfly Pavilion falls to the ground and I won't let him get it. Or I speed. He's all, "Is the speed limit 83 Mom, because that's how fast you are going and I don't see any signs that say '83'!" Okay J.

We stopped in Evanston, Wyoming for a quick bite and we were served by Napoleon Dynamite's very close relative. He was staring down at the cash register when I went to order, so I thought perhaps he was trying to work something out, so I was giving him time, watching him. He never looked up and after a few minutes of me not ordering, he said, "Well!?" In a very Napoleonesque way. Then when I had the nerve to ask what came on the burger, he turned and did a Vanna White on the teeny part of the board that showed what comes on a burger. The best part was, my niece asked the same question like three minutes later. He did the same thing, with a little more annoyance. But the thing is, he wasn't like, in a bad mood or a rude dude---he was chatty in a very odd way. And basically the only thing that makes it all make sense, is that he's related to Napoleon. We are sure of it.

Being around other people who haven't seen me or my children for a while, makes me acutely aware of how my children behave. Avee is a 4 year old, pg version of a sailor. She talks about inappropriate and crude things almost nonstop. I don't know why, and I'm having a hard time modifying it.
Example:

Avee:My booty, my booty, my booty! Hahahahaha!
Me: Avee, come on, you don't need to be talking like that.
Avee: My booty!
Me: That's enough Avee, no more.
Avee: I'm just going to say 'my booty' one mo' time.
Me: hmph.
Avee: My booty! See, I just said 'my booty' one more time!
Me: Stop!
Avee: (turning slowly and "slyly") Yoooooo booty?

Danyo's been a little freaked out by all the traveling and hoteling and wondering at which point he's going to get ditched. We've stayed two nights at my friend's so he's finally comfortable. He's also suddenly said like 8 new words so I'm thinking Utah is stimulating his left temporal lobe. Mmm hmmmm.

We had Cafe Rio my first night here. It was delish, but I'm thinking my friend in Iowa has mastered the art of duplication because it doesn't turn me into the normal cracksalad-seeking crazed lunatic that it has in the past. This makes me happy because I can't take Cafe Rio with me wherever I go, but I can take Kim.

Today I get to meet a friend from my mission, after which, I will be getting ice cream from the ice cream shop on steroids, with my niece, to celebrate completion of a dentist visit. That's how we roll. And later, I get to meet up with Yvonne for more ice cream. Pretty much going to be the awesomest day ever.

My blog posts are too long.
The end.