One time the Bean showed us what fierce means.

With every click of the camera, she changes poses.
Work it, Beaner.
In other news, here's a caterpillar we saw while camping. Even the bugs are decorating for Halloween already.


We did a fly-by this morning.

The Bean wanted to go for a walk this morning. And she insisted on wearing this:
We walked, excuse me, "flew" around the block. I'm sorry if you didn't see us. You would have smiled.

Other things have happened since school started, some involving bugs.

Firstly, we have the start of Soccer Saturdays.
Some of us are excited.

Some of us are not.

Don't worry kid, there's only 6 more games!
The other day, the Bean opened the front door and sat on the stoop. When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "I'm waiting for Daddy!"

Luckily, he'd already pulled into the driveway. She's not the most patient creature.
It's always good to cool off after all our waiting by running through the neighbor's sprinklers.
Another day, a katydid visited our front steps. Bean called it a monster and did her scared face, complete with jaw shaking.
"A mon-ser! I skeered!"
Then she realized the camera was on her.

After we've been scared by mon-sers, there's always time for loves from Daddy:

B did not run over this frog with the lawn mower, you'll be happy to know.
He did, however, bring it in the house, where it almost got stepped on. But no worries, it's back outside.

And there was some of this over the weekend:
Yay, curlers!
It just made her look like Gene Simmons, with that weird kind of fake volume his hair has. Sorry, no pictures of that.

And then school started.

Did you know if you do something the two school years prior, it is now a tradition and it is required that you do it again?
That is how we found ourselves at Cracker Barrel on the morning of August 22. Previous years were spent at McDonald's but this year I just. Could. Not.
Playing the peg game. I did it with only one left. I rule!

Happy with her orange juice, unaware of the impending doom and loneliness ...
Then it was off to school, where I took the obligatory boys-with-their-backpacks-on school shot (forgot to do one on the front steps! Motherhood fail!) with bonus sun-in-their-eyes squint.
Ooo, squinty on the red carpet!

And then the Bean realized the boys were leaving her and we had this:

One time we went on a staycation.

This summer just wasn't one for real leave-the-state vacations, so I took matters into my own hands and planned us a staycation in August before school started. Thank heavens for credits on hotels.com! We were able to get a room at the Park City Peaks Hotel, which fulfilled two of our requirements:
  1. Had to be far enough away that the boys would ask, "How long until we get there?" at least once during the drive.
  2. Has to have a pool that looks fun and has a hot tub nearby.
I think the boys may have asked TWICE how much longer the drive was! Sweet.
I took the kids shopping until B got off work. We went to dinner at Cafe Rio and went swimming that night with our friends and their kids. The Bean is usually pretty leery of the water, but there was a rectangular not-hot hot tub (a not tub?) that had a bench all the way around it that she stood on. She paddled her arms and yelled, "I swimming!" at every poor soul who tried to join us. The boys, of course, did their best impressions of fish.
The Bean and her friend, The Skier.
The next day we hit up Burger King for breakfast (one of the worst decisions we've ever made in our lives) and went to Main Street and looked at overpriced photography and museums, without purchasing either. Because seriously, I don't have $2,000 to spend on an 8x10.

After that adventure we headed up to the Olympic Park, where everything was too expensive. But you can pose with a torch for free!
Yes, that is the "look what my parents make me do" look. Preteens are fun!
And Bean tried her hand at the skeleton!
Yes, I really think she's got an Olympic future. Did you see that form?
We were going to do the slide, but it was a LONG wait, and Bean wouldn't be able to go. 
We then got smart and headed to the Alpine Slide at Park City Mountain Resort, where we found out we could go on a ski lift AND do the slide for less than the slide at Olympic Park. Score.
The ski lift was a little hairy - Bean decided she wanted to try walking back and forth on the seat while we were 30 feet up and I didn't let her and THAT WAS NOT FAIR!
The Bean enjoying the death grip Mom has her in.
You'll be happy to know she survived.
At the bottom, no other pictures of us on the slide ... argh!
She rode on the slide with me and it became her favorite thing ever and when we were done she wanted to go AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! And then I ruined her life again by not letting her go again, THE END!*

*Really, it was. We went home right after.