Camping with friends. And three babies.

We lucked out in the friend department.  We like our friends and they have boys the same age as Beck, how perfect is that?

We all wanted to try our hand at camping with the babies so went camping up American Fork Canyon (free camping y'all) and got the perfect little spot by the river (which was heaven sent, it was the perfect white noise to help Beck sleep that night).

Beck was still crawling at this point (he knew how to walk but was still not quite confident enough) so he was a MESS.  I gave up keeping him clean on the drive up the canyon.  I just knew he would get dirty and accepted it.  And dirty he got.  He loved it.

Beck was the last baby to go to sleep (10:45), and fell asleep in Kevin's arms at the fire.  When he was in bed and it was just us adults at the fire, I felt like I was a teenager with a newly extended curfew.  It was such a treat to just talk with our friends, outside, camping, around the fire eating s'mores.

Madsen.

The Max.

Our boys with their boys. And Beck's cheesy grin.

just chillin.

It was Kevin's 30th birthday on this trip, so we had to get a family picture.

Beck wakeboarded!

When your friends invite you to go boating, you never say no.  We went up to East Canyon Lake with Luke, Amy and their 3 kids, and Daniel, Shalane and their 3 girls. 

The guys all thought it would be a great idea to take their daughters out wake boarding, and it was.  They loved it.  Kiddingly, they told Kevin that he should take out Beck and Kevin took it as a challenge and accepted.  I don't know why I let him do it, but I guess that was part of marrying Kevin in the first place.  

He does crazy things.  

And I let him.  

(But only at the things I trust he can do)

So he took him out and Beck enjoyed it (we think.)  He acted like it was no big deal, 

"Duh, guys of course Im wake boarding,  Im almost one." 

Kevin can't wait to take him out on skis come winter.

Glamour shots by Kev.

Beck: four to six months

four months

maybe a little too early to be throwing him up?...... Nah.

 five months

 six months

Thanksgiving in St. George, 2013

 Maybe Im going to start blogging again?! 

Who knows, but this is a good start:  Thanksgiving from last year.  

Beck was 3 months old and such a chunk.

It was his first time in the famous hot tub here and he loved it.

cutest smile.

And this wasn't in St. George, but I have to add it because its my all-time favorite sleeping picture of us.

beck: one

Heres a little video I put together of our most recent adventures:

the beck from Mal Brower on Vimeo.