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Montana: the good ol times

Dad, Rex, Trev and I took the tram to the very top of Big Sky. The 1st pic is looking up at the top of the lift, 2nd pic is looking back down where we came from. wow.
Dad took our pic at the top.

Ski Patrol, an in depth look

before:

(due to the swift nature of the collision, photo documentation is not available. )

scene: Rex, followed by Trevor, take off down a steep and narrow patch of trees, beside the ski lift. Kaley follows, a bit closely, and thus collides with Trevor.

after: Trevor, post collision

after: Kaley, post collision

Kaley's ski patrol experience:

thankfully, no breaks, but she did have (insert technical medical terms that sound official regarding weak ligaments, bruises and cuts). So she got a cool brace to wear. and....lots of hanging out on the couch time.

Montana: Photojournal One

(mom getting a splinter out)

awkward family photo

---notice the brace on Kaley's leg, now notice the faces of those surrounding her, and finally the obliviousness of Rye....what do you think happened?

the gang...

the stomach flu.

Last Thursday was one of those days where you go, "man, i really dig this stay at home mom thing".

I had Trish, Emily and kiddos over for pancakes then we all went to the used book store and got some cute books for uber-cheap. Then Rye ate a good lunch and took a great nap. I headed out to the yard for some more brush-clearing, then decided to build a stone wall with rocks i dug out of the woods (it's called, free landscaping ;). Then Trevor came home early and he worked in the yard with me. Then I went to Zumba with Heidi while Trev made dinner and we all had a nice dinner (pizza sloppy-joes) together. Rye went to bed and Trev and I sat down to watch a movie. 10 minutes in Rye wakes up crying....hmmmm will he go back to sleep or should i check on him.....probably should check.

Good thing i did too because there was el puke-o everywhere.......and that's where the good day ended and the weekend from H-E-double hockey stick, started.

Poor Rye, he was so freaked out by barfing he wanted me to hold him and thus puked all over me. 4 times. (the things they don't tell you about when you get pregnant ;) So, around 2am, and 4 loads of laundry later (no, seriously) we crawled in bed. Friday i got it, Saturday Trev got it. Surprise, surprise on that one after all that...ok, you get the drift.

Well, i guess it was bound to happen, if only it would never happen again.

Wishful thinking, i'm sure.

I guess you understand why i didn't post any pictures for this post. ;)

Where you at, fool?

Ok, well now that the stomach flu, vacation, and art competition deadline have passed. I am back. (tada) Ready to try a little harder to chronicle bits of our life, keep all you Rye-aholics satisfied and hopefully provide the occasional comic relief.

Whew. man, life's been busy. I have completed my first series of 8 paintings, i'll debut them here soon, Rye is walking and (somewhat) talking at a whopping almost 17 months, Trev's been busy at work, spending a lot of time supervising modifications on his dozer in Cartersville and we've all been traveling all over. We just got back from visiting the boys (my brothers) in Bozeman, Montana. Trev's been in and out of Cartersville then he heads to Vegas for work, then we've got a Taylor family wedding in Florida after that. It doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. Not to mention a certain depressing event that's coming up in less that a month.....grrrrr....no, we aren't mentioning that.

I'll be honest with you, I was a blogging fool for Rye's first year, partly to chronicle everything and partly because it was an easy creative outlet for me. Well, now that I have time/energy for my other creative outlets (painting) the blog has suffered. Sorry. But that's how life is sometimes, ebs, flows and all. But enough about that.

Ok, well hopefully that brings you up to date-ish. Now, here's some pictures of Rye. (you know you've been waiting)

I call this the Rye and his friends montage:

Rye and Zoe