We drove down to SLC this weekend. I wanted to do some shopping at stores we don't have up here (only made it to one of the stores)and visit the grandparents one last time before the baby comes. The main event of the weekend was Touch a Truck. It is a brilliant way to raise money for charity. There are tons of big trucks that kids can get up close and personal with.
I was excited for my little brmm brmm boy to go. He started calling the trucks by there different names; Front loader (well he calls it fronty loads), garbage truck, tow truck, garbage truck, and so forth. If you call his front loader toy a tractor he will give you a strange look.
Here we are getting ready to go up in the bucket truck.
Bret and Kylie went first.
This is the second picture of me that looks like my belly button is sticking out, but it is an allusion. My belly button doesn't stick out because of the scar from having my gallbalder out.
Wes had been excited to "go up in the sky," but then he felt a little nervous once we got in the bucket.
Wes, Baby Sister, and the Mommy up in the sky.

Here I am laughing at myself because being 8 months pregnant makes climbing in and out of the bucket is super awkward.

Sitting in a real firetruck.

Family photo.

Wes with his Naunnie and Kylie.


Wesley had on his professor face for a long time as he studied everything.
Wes wasn't sure what to think about the ambulance.


My little Picaso


Bret helping Wes build he helicopter. Bret is so super awesome. I don't blog about how much I love him often because I don't think he would like that, but I have to say that I love having such an amazing husband.

Wes working on his helicopter...uh kind of.



Bret helping Kylie with he bird house.
Posing on the tractor.

Just as Wes started to smile and I had the perfect shot the camera battery died. Oh, well I guess. I got a ton of pictures, and more importantly we had a fun family day.