St. George

We spent my birthday weekend down in St. George.  We went down to get together with some of Steve's friends that we don't see very often.  It was 70 and sunny all weekend which feels so good at the end of a long winter.  We had a great time catching up with old friends, hiking, and even swimming.  The only incident (aside from our car trouble on the way home) was Jack's minor hot tub scare. He decided to jump from the step he was playing on into the middle of the hot tub.  It appears that those mom and tot swimming lessons didn't teach him a lot of real world swimming survival skills.  Oh well!

Here's the little stud in his new "thomas the train" sunglasses he picked out himself.

Apparently we watch too much Dora.  He was scared to go over the "wobbly bridge" because he was pretty sure there was a "grumpy troll" under it.