Hello Real Life

Our lazy summer vacation ended way too fast and real life began. We returned to Utah with maybe three weeks to sell our house, find a new place to live in Salt Lake, and pack up the billions of items that had accumulated in our home over the past four years; all with the dead line of medical school starting looming over our head.

We barely managed to pull it off. We had a cash offer on our house helping it to close quick. We also found a cute and clean little three bedroom duplex a few miles from campus at an affordable price to rent and immediately moved in. So lucky. I really blame Sam for this. He has this special luck that allows everything to always work out perfectly for him in the end. I hope he never loses this. The moving truck got rented, our stuff managed to pack itself (with a little help from Sam) and before we knew it we had waved goodbye to the little Provo bubble and become little Salt Lakers with a little time to spare before the endless books and cadaver labs take over our lives.

Spa Night

This is how Sam, Bailey and my Dad ended pretty much every day we were in California; the spa.

Bailey loved splashing in the water. They started out just holding her and letting her play with a few water toys, but she slowly became more brave night after night trying to kick away which made it difficult for her to hold. So we ventured to sports authority to get her something she could just float around in.

The first attempt was this little contraption. This thing was basically a death trap. She would try to lean forward and flip and then basically be held under by the tube. She was also not a fan of getting it on.
Also, Sam informed me the other day that sometimes he enjoys making her cry because it is the only way he can get her to give him a hug. I told him that was messed up, but she does give pretty good hugs.
We took the purple tube back and got a more baby friendly device which she was a big fan of.
Toys, swimming, Daddy and Grandpa...
Missing those California days.

Ice Cream Cone

After a little dinner and digesting we decided it was ice cream time.

This one couldn't have been happier about the idea!

Especially because she got her own cone that she got to hold all by herself.
However, just because she got her own cone doesn't mean that she didn't insist on helping me eat mine first to save hers for later. Typical Bailey.
I guess in her defense she did attempt to share with both dogs multiple times. Disgusting. I still cringe just thinking about it.
Then Craig came outside and insisted that she make her crazy face.
Of course she obliged. Happy ice cream cone eating.

On Guard

Want something great to teach your one year old?
Hand her a foam sword, throw in a Dad and two uncles and watch her learn that it is hilarious to wack people in the head.

Funny now. Possibly not so much later on. We shall see.

Bag of Balls

Another reason why Grandma is great? Every time she left to go shopping a new toy or book found its way into Bailey's chubby little hands. This time around Bailey couldn't be happier that she had finally mastered the art of walking.

Who doesn't love walking through a pile of 100 balls to kick them everywhere so no two are touching?
Especially when you know you won't be the one that has to clean it up.
Then when they get gathered together once more you can sit in the middle and practice throwing them all around the room.
It may be exhausting work, but someone has to do it.

Sapphire

It took some time, but Bailey finally built up the courage to meet Sapphire face to face.

And not long after she was attempting the pull my finger joke...
Getting to open and close the screen door a million times was just an added bonus.
Whatever distracts her so the rest of us could watch the World Cup, I guess.

Legos...

In case you were wondering, pulling apart legos is hard work.

It requires a lot of grunting...
and this face to make everyone around you laugh. Never gets old.