Then, because we didn't think that was enough FUN for all of us, we decided to venture down to St. George for a weekend getaway. Dave had to do some work, so the boys and I swam and swung, and went on a lot of walks. Just for your information, 11 month old babies sleep way better in their cribs than in pack n' plays in the bathroom (with the fan on high). They also do not enjoy 5 hour car rides...AT ALL! Jack did surprisingly well in the car. I mentioned to Dave that we might want to go back to St. George at the end of March, and he said he's done with family vacations for a while. I have no idea why! I wish I could've gotten a picture of him squished between the two car seats on the ride home trying to get Brigham to go to sleep and playing with Jack while I sped us home! He is such a superstar dad, truly he is.
Jack didn't swing very much in St. George. He mostly wanted to play pirate ship on the playground and dig in the sand with a spoon.
I just thought this was so cute. Sometimes in the midst of craziness, Jack really does love his baby Brigham.
And yes, the boy is finally on the move. He's a crawling champ these days, and after 10 1/2 months I finally had to lower the crib. I am truly glad that this day took a little longer than anticipated. He is such a sweetie when he's not getting teeth.
The beautiful, arctic Bear Lake. I really wish I could put the pictures I touch-up on here, but I don't know how to do that yet. I really like all the blue in this picture anyway.
Jack and Dave rode on the four wheeler over and over again. They are both sticking out their tongues in this picture. Like father, like son I guess.