Last week we had a nice visit from the Nonny. What is a Nonny, you might ask? She's like a nanny who works for free and bakes cookies 6 dozen at a time.
We took her to Sea World, which was pretty cool. Proud to be an American as I peeled off the Benjamins to pay for 14 dollar bags of popcorn slurpees in commemorative Shamu mugs. The mugs are made from non-biodegradable plastic, so they'll stay with you about as long as the crippling debt you incur to see a bunch of fish.
Here's Brittiny peeking out from under her rain slicker. The rain slicker is to protect her in case Shamu spews anchovies into the crowd.
Here's Shamu VII jumping out of her spacious 64 cu ft seawater tank. I'm amazed that people can train a Killer Whale to corkscrew, splash the crowd on command and dance the "Macarena", but I can't get a 2 year-old to use the freaking toilet. I bet the trainers could write a mad potty-training book.
Here Brooklyn is touching her first Sea Star -- Nonny helping her out. She said the star felt like "boogers".
Nonny, Brookers and me leaving Sea World.
After SeaWorld we stopped at the San Diego temple. It's a beautiful temple, but crawling with Mormons.
We traveled to Utah a few weeks ago for baby Hailey's blessing, staying the first night West of Ogden in Plain City. Here Brooklyn played on Granpa's swingset. Even though it was 15 degrees outside and she was sans coat, we couldn't get her off the swing. She had a great time visiting her cousins and Gpa's.
Here is Brooklyn mid-swing.
Driving back to Utah, somewhere around Mesquite, Brookers fell asleep. I asked Brittiny to put her sunglasses on her as the sun was in her eyes. Brittiny did so, then asked me if I wanted to watch, Weekend at Bernie's. Weird, I was just thinking the same thing.
Brooklyn helped me wash the cars last Saturday. She obediently rinsed the front of the car for about 3 seconds and then turned the hose on me, laughing so hard the whole time she could barely hold onto the hose. She would then attempt to coax me back within hosing range, smiling, "Daddy, come a oba here so I'n to do it washa car!" I would slowly approach the car and before I was even in range she would be smiling and laughing at the thought of soaking me with the hose. When I got close enough, she would swing the nozzle toward me and start convulsing in laughter shaking the nozzle all around, getting herself very wet in the process. Kids are so cute.
Well, that's it for now. More pics to come at a later date.
5 comments:
Whoa! Brooklyn's grown a ton since the last pics I saw of her.
I have to say I'm not surprised that she goes out in the snow without a coat. I remember a certain neighbor of mine who used to run barefoot in the snow. The one time I took his dare to try it, I ended up crying and not being comforted by blankets or cocoa.
Dude, when did you get so funny. That Arizona heat is agreeing with you...and why the hadies did I start this post with Dude?
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Evidently Nonny needs and eyelift, man I look OLD!! And the starfish did indeed feel like boogers. Verything in the tidepool felt like boogers despite the excessively perky guides who tried to encourage us to feel, smell and explore the beautiful underwater life. Just boogers, really.
I agree w/ Brandon $7.50 for what was essentially a Pepsi slurpee? WT?? remembrances of Disneland came floating back...well, at least refills were only $4, right?
Brit was NOT thrilled to be sitting the 'Soak Zone' at both Shamu and the Dolhpin Show but we barely got splashed. Brandon and I took a ride that gave us both a pretty decent shower and we didn't wear raingear...tho it might have been a good idea. What did Brookers like best at Sea World? The wild bunnies and the DONKEY.We coudla stayed in Yuma. She seemed rather indifferent to anything but the sharks..not she's scared of scorpions, snakes, ghosts and sharks. Great.
Thank you Brandon for not taking me to Mexico and leaving me there. 'No mas estufas in muy garage por favor' will not get me far.'Dos mas cervecas, por favor' might. 'Lavos las Manos' 'Viva la Revolution'. (I would have needed, "Help me, my son has left me in your country and I need directions to the Colorado river so I can cross back into my own country illegally. Also, I need two beers)
hey, Buff. "Vive la revolucion" is French. It's from the whole bastille thing.
I remember a certain uncle shellign out something like 180 bucks for churros over the course of two days at Disneyland. Granted, they were magnificent churros.
Bookers is so funny. I talked to her on the phone, and evidently she was telling me a story about when she got lost but the only phrase I caught was "I pooped my panties"
Hey, the other night Miss Potty Mouth called us and we were laughing so hard we had to practically leave the romm because Brooklyn was exercizing her right to free speech. I know it's hard on the parents, but as the grandparents, it's too, too fun.
Pooty to you!
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