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| Celebrating with champagne (which I've had for probably 10 years... I'm afraid this one was not one of those that gets better with age) |
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| Helicopters in the mater bedroom |
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| Toast to a successful closing |
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| Celebrating with champagne (which I've had for probably 10 years... I'm afraid this one was not one of those that gets better with age) |
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| Helicopters in the mater bedroom |
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| Toast to a successful closing |
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| My mom came in for the house closing and spent a few days with us. Here she is entertaining Axel & Logan with readings of the Hungry Caterpillar. |
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| Axel & Logan in the bath |
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| Cousin band. Logan on piano, Axel on tambourine, Lucas on guitar. At some point someone found the harmonica and then it was all over. |
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| More cousins |
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| Hike to Mt... something. On the way to Mt Evans. |
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| Here's Mt. Something again. |
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| This is what it would be like to have 3... and this is why people get minivans! Lucas got the raw end of the deal smashed between the carseats, but he was very nice about it. |
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| Hiking in Aspen. We saw a cool waterfall, hiked through an icy canyon, and Lucas did a cliff jump into freezing water. Axel was ready just in case it looked like fun, but he thought better of it. |
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Playing in the car, Logan's favorite place.
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| Mountain goats on our hike up to Mt Evans |
Marmot on the hike up Mt Evans. Logan was a master at spotting these guys. Every time he saw one, he'd yell "kitty cat!" Close enough.
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| The summit! |
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| Lucas walked the whole way-- his first 14-er! |
| Cotton candy at the lake concert |
Frisbee at the park
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| St. Mary's Lake with glacier (or perennial snowfield to be exact) in background |
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| Mark tubing down the snowfield |
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| Close up-- this was not really that fun and Mark got pretty wet and dirty, but its important to say we went sledding in July |
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| Me, Kara, & Logan |
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| Paddle boating at the lake. I had to have the tricycle. I think we lasted about 20 minutes before Logan had had enough. The idea of paddle boating is more fun than the actual paddle boating itself. |
At 18 months, Logan is talking a lot. His favorite new word is "tunnel," which he yells as we're driving down the road. Tunnel, tunnel! This either means we're in one, he sees one ahead, or he just wants to see one. He has a liberal interpretation which includes driving under overpasses and low hanging trees. He also uses "cookie" a lot-- his request for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He definitely got our tastebuds. He's turned into a little climber and is always trying to get up on his little musical table, so he can see out the window, or on the kitchen chairs. We of course want him to love climbing so we don't really discourage it. He's working on sending his first route in the barn. He loves books, splashing in his pool, and being pulled around the yard in his wagon and bike. He loves throwing things, which can be problematic... we're working on that. He's very observant, and usually sees animals in our yard before I do. He loves animals-- Buddy especially-- and must ask me at least 10 times a day where Kenny and Buddy are. He likes the other kids at daycare, and spends a lot of time talking about Tori and Devon. He likes to play piano and guitar with daddy and cuddle with mama. ![]() |
| Mark & Logan on the bridge outside the Beaver Creek chapel. |
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| Me & Logan outside the Beaver Creek chapel. We spent most of the ceremony out here... Logan doesn't do "sit down and be quiet" very well. |
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| Mark was a hit with the kids. He played tag with them outside during happy hour. All the other moms were so jealous. |
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| Hiking near Vail the next day |
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| Family picture. |
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| Logan with his favorite wagon and dogs in pursuit |
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| Logan & Grandma Z |
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| Sheriff Logan |
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| 4th of July with the Addy & Aidan Goetz. Its been super hot so we finally broke down and got a kiddie pool. |
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| Wiffle ball, anyone? |