Walking from the dressing room to the pool seemed unbearable, but so worth it!
Sweet, sweet, warm water, how I love thee.
Susan, Chels and me hanging out by the boiling hot water falls. Once you get used to the burn you can't leave it.
Three men in a tub
Jarom was splashing water on me so I told him to stop because - hello, I'm holding a camera. And what does he do? I looked up just in time to see him leaping at me.
Getting more wild! Yes the water is steaming but don't let that fool you. The air temp is a big fat 20. I walked over here to get everyone's picture, but my feet were dying on the cold ground so I thought I would wait in the water. I screamed like a baby. It was freezing! And not only that but the handle bar I grabbed to get the heck out of there was completely frozen over - whole thing. I stood there waiting and waiting for someone to come down, finally Mike did. I took the picture and hightailed it out of there. I later found out while I was thawing in the hot pool that the stairs going up to the slide are also totally frozen over. Those who made it to the top said it felt like they were walking on coals!
We were all very pleased and surprised with how much we thoroughly enjoyed it. We actually stayed for hours and only left because we got hungry.
Made it over to Brigham for some grub at the coolest old diner, Idle Isle. Vaulted ceilings, solid wood booths, one of those pianos that plays itself (kids really liked that, a ghost was playing it). Topped it off with a old fashioned malt. mmmmmmmm
Few days later. My favorite goobers, of course wearing their newest coolest T-shirts!
Wednesdate!! Matt and I have taken up going out every Wednesday with our O in tow. Me and O love to go pick up daddy and try new places.
Matt cracking up at Oey. Oey has decided that this is his most flattering face. I agree wholeheartedly. I love a scrunchy baby face.
Me and the goods. And yes I cut some bangs, only because I had a dream within a dream that it was meant to be. Sorry for the no make-up close up. Anywho. I gots to go. My pants are popping off from a dessert party.
