Home!

Tyler and I got to visit my family back in California these last few weeks, which was wonderful. We got to visit my sister Lauren in San Diego for a few days, my Aunt Joy in Murrietta, and all our friends and family in Yucaipa. It was fun, but we're so glad to be back home with McKay. We were able to fly back home instead of driving this time, and if you have an 11 month old, wiggly and talkative little boy, flying is definitely the way to go. I ended up getting a seat for Tyler next to mine, and he had fun battling the seat belt for the first little while. But after an hour and a half of coralling him in our little section, retreiving cookies and binkies from behind our seats, stopping him from grabbing the hair of the people in front of us and from pushing the flight attendant button, I was ready to call it quits. Lucky for me, McKay hadn't seen Tyler for two weeks, so he was still amused by Tyler's antics.

Tyler, Lauren and me in San Diego, in Seaport Village, a really cute little outdoor shopping center by the beach.

This cat, Jack-Jack/Atticus (his name is still undecided) and Tyler were inseperable the entire time we were in California. Not even water could keep them apart.

Tyler, in the middle of yelling at me to unbuckle his seatbelt. Such a trooper.

McKay picking us up at the airport. Daddy is always the fun one.

Hello from California!

Tyler and I have been in California for a week, and we've been loving it! We were able to be here for Tyler's new cousin, Maddie's blessing, along with everyone else from the Eatough side of the family! The grandkids, Adam, Tyler and Maddie got to pose for lots of fun pictures together, of course. It was so wonderful to have our whole family together for a little while (minus McKay and Russell, so sad). We love our family to pieces!

The whole Eatough clan (minus a few husbands)

All the sistas!
We're so cute, I couldn't help adding another.

Our Garden

We decided it was time to test our green thumbs again this year, and it turned out well compared to our first year we were married, when our only produce was a tomato that ended up bitten by a dog. We got a good bunch of carrots and cucumbers! Once again, though, our tomatoes weren't destined to survive, but this time it was death by our three-year-old neighbor. Those little green guys were too tempting not to pick!