On Labor day, after our big (if you were Libby) hike, we had a family BBQ.  The food was great and the company even greater!   

Great Grandma was thrilled to be at the kid table with all the great grandkids.

After dinner Grandma brought out the bubbles!

Libby just ran around chasing the bubbles.

This one actually catches her popping one.

And this one catches her in one.

Uncle Dave took this one of her and I just love it because it’s hard to catch that look on camera. 

On our last day in Colorado the boys found this little creature running around the house….outside, luckily.

And Grandma replenished our supply of playdough before we left. 

The boys got to pick a color and Libby got to pick a color.  Give you one guess what color Liberty picked.

We had a decent drive home.  But I will say that having a potty trained girl stinks.  Yes, you read that correctly.  It stinks because for all of my parenting life thus far, Rock has generally taken the boys into the yucky, smelly, dirty gas station/public  bathrooms on road trips.  This time around I had to take Liberty into all the yucky, smelly, dirty bathrooms.  I avoid those at all costs.  Pregnancy is just about the only thing that will induce me to use one.  UGhh.  Rock just sat back and gloated the whole trip.  Especially at the Pizza Hut in Brigham City where Liberty “had” to go no less than THREE times during our 40 minute dinner.  The light didn’t even work so we were basically shooting blind.  Double yuck.  She better thank me someday.  Speaking of which, THANK YOU MOM for taking me into all the yucky, smelly, dirty bathrooms when I was little.  You just got your payback. 

Took this last picture outside the Pizza Hut.  Kids are a lot of work, but they’re worth it.