Late Friday night as I was stuffing my face with Papa Murphy's pizza and Squirt, Logan informs me we should run a 5k the next morning to support his friend Forrest who is need of a liver. Poor guy has been on the donor list for ages and was in the hospital the day of the race. Of course I couldn't say no, so bright and early the next morning we borrowed our neighbors jogging stroller and hit the pavement. Logan the champion "hung back" by me (he was also the one who pushed Jack the whole way). We had so much fun, we bought our own jogging stroller off KSL that same day.
We also took Jack for his very first swim. He basically just sat there, wide eyed and entranced. The second time we took him he loosened up a bit and started kicking and playing.
In the small, brief window of sunshine and summer we had, we took advantage and headed to Green Canyon with the Tippets. We enjoyed delicious hot dogs and cobbler. Mmmmm!
At first, Jack wasn't happy to get out of bed and run either.
My #. I felt professional. Especially when they had drink stations along the way and you could grab a cup as they help it out for you, drink it, and throw it on the ground. I wasn't thirsty but did it just because it was fun.
Logan.
Our group that ran for Forrest.
The usual result at the end of an activity- sleep. Also, after the third comment of "what a cute little girl" I decided Jack will never wear this gender neutral shirt again.
Camping with the Tippets!
I love it when he sucks on his bottom lip.
The Peruvians.
Swimming!
When you see a basket, how can you not put a baby in it?



Thanks to Mysha and her wonderful mothering tips, Jack sleeps like a champ at naptime when he is swaddled (and thanks to Staci for the blanket- it works perfect). Three to four hours at a time! He's so cute when he sleeps.

That one pesky little arm always finds its way out.

Jack has finally found his dorky little laugh. By the way, I didn't have the blue duck edit on purpose. He just happened to be there. Ha Ha.





























