Molly Squealing

It's been fun watching Molly learn new things and see her personality develop. She is pretty mild mannered and doesn't get fussy much during the day. (The hour preceding bed time can be a whole different story.) We went to Kaysville for the 4th and Molly got to see her first parade. I'm pretty sure she got socked by the candy throwers a couple times but it didn't phase her. Sara also made this dress for her so she would match her cousin Savanna. In the parade there was this awesome dude that had converted his easy chair into a zippin' machine! Once we got over the shock of a cruising lazy boy we realized it was really awesome! Fred was lovin the parade because the missionary mall float was throwing out ties and I got one! So cool. Now I don't need to get a tie for 2 more years!

She was calm for the fireworks and was mesmorized by them. Tried to get a picture but it's hard at arms length - plus having to adjust to a high intensity flash while smiling is somewhat difficult.

Yesterday and today we went camping at Franklin Basin up Logan Canyon. We went with our friends Frank and Tawnia. We were pretty close to the road so it was really dusty but I think my favorite line of the whole night was when Frank said "The good thing about getting all dusty is you feel like you have a nice brown tan when you're done!". Truer words were never spoken. We had a blast and got to use the new dutch oven we bought at cal ranch. Getting that dutch oven was fun too! We didn't know where to get one so we went to Sports Authority. They had tents and sleeping bags but no dutch ovens. We talked to this one guy about camping in general and he pretty much determined that our method of camping was not actually camping but was in fact "caramping". Definition: When you camp a short distance away from your car. This was opposed to his version of camping which sounded much more strenuous. He would hike with a backpack for like 10 hours then camp at night then get up and do it all over again. I think the term is backamping. I've been since wondering who can officially lay claim to the term "camping". When we went there were tons of people who were caramping. And I don't think there are an equivalent number or backampers in the valley to compete with it. On the other hand, the sheer fact that backampers hike for 10 hours may qualify their species to lay claim to the term. I finally decided that the carampers could have the term camping because I am biased to that version and because caramping sounds like something that requires a doctor's attention. Case in Point when someone asks what I'm doing this weekend and I tell them "We're going caramping" I would expect them to say "Oh, are you going to get that looked at?". I don't expect that response if I said I was going backamping. It still sounds better than RVamping anyway.

On this camping trip Molly learned how to use her vocal cords. In the past her scream, cry, and yell has all had one monotone sound. Yesterday she started doing this squeal. I don't know where she learned it or what it is or anything about it's origins. It's pretty entertaining though.