First... the fun:
I should do a whole post on all the pictures it took to get this one. I swear, every time I want to get a cute picture of the two of us, Jus pulls some kind of funky face. I love his sense of humor, but sometimes I just want a cute one. Ya know?
Krista & I doing some 80s hairstyles...
I always take a bunch of pictures of everyone "riding the waves".. and I let Jus pick out the picture he wanted to be posted. So.. sorry the lighting is bad, but this one shows his highest jump.
Jus and our niece Lauren on the tube. She still hasn't completely gotten over the fear of doing it on her own.
Davey Jones?
Sorry.. I couldn't resist. But seriously - why would you do this right in front everyone? (Especially a family with a WHOLE bunch of men??)
Fun with my underwater camera casing.. this is our niece Lauren again - right out of whoville!
Adorable family picture.. haha!
And.. I wasn't going to include this, but Jus made me. He thinks the bears are in an inappropriate position for a family swimming pool area.
And now... for the fiascos.
The very first boat ride of the trip resulted in the rope getting sucked in the "intake". We thought we would be stuck out there, but luckily it still drove in 1st gear back to the marina. We spent the rest of the night cutting rope out of the bottom.
The 2nd to the last day... Jus crashed on the tube right on his ear and RUPTURED his ear drum! The rest of the day he kept saying that it just sounded like he had too much water in his ear, so none of us really worried about him. Later that night he was really uncomfortable so we tried a home remedy of rubbing alcohol and distilled vinegar to release the water. The second I dropped that mixture in his ear he started screaming. I seriously thought I killed my husband. Anyway, we decided it must be something more than just water - so we drove to the Idaho border emergency room. Low and behold - it was more. $200, 2 Loritabs and about a week of not submerging his ear in water and he's pretty much back to normal.
(He gave me the dirtiest look after I took this picture.. hehe. Hey! Scrapping and blogging are priorities here..)
I went camping when I was six months pregnant with Daniel. After getting up four times a night to walk all the way down the street to the bathroom and having my feet swell up like blimps from sleeping on a slight slant, I decided maybe camping at 30 weeks wasn't for me. You're a brave soul!
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