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Friday, July 3, 2015

La Caille and The Send Off

Eileen's birthday was June 17th so we decided to treat this wonderful lady to dinner to La Caille... a day early

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My kids were trying to be so well mannered and proper, but when Gretchen had a mouth full of water, she launched that mouthful of water all over me when she almost spilled her glass on the table.  It was pretty funny because she was trying SO HARD to be a fancy lady.

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We all lost our manners after that.







Beautiful food!



Beautiful astmosphere



We made one last stop to Trader's Joes

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Eileen showing the cashier proof she found all five stuffed animals and she deserves a sucker! He replied, "ma'am, technically we're not supposed to take picture in here..."



And, then we sent them off







Becket will be taller than MJ next time we see her.  That's my guess.








Thursday, July 2, 2015

Yellowstone Part two

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Micah missing the waterfall because her nose is in a book.

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Cute siblings

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Cute family of mine

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Junior explorer

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Near Gallatin

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Waiting for Old Faithful

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Mat spotted a Grizzly

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Look at all of the commotion he caused! Traffic Jam

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Artist Point

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Moose spotting buy our condo

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Swim time



So tired!




We drove home through Jenny Lake and stopped in Jackson Hole for lunch.  We drove through Idaho and we were warned by the weather service that there was a tornado on the rise and to take shelter immediately!  Did we listen? Uh, no. We did not.  We were clearly going the other way and would not run into it.  But, we did drive right to it. It never formed to touch the ground but it was sure an angry swirling storm above us.  Baseball sized hail pounced on our rental and adrenaline rushed. Fearing it was going to damage it, I drove on at a slow pace to lesson the speed of the hail hitting the car.  We stopped in Soda Springs, a little shoken up along with several others trying to process what just happened back there.

Right after I commented that this cloud looked like Satan's bumhole, tennis ball sized hail rained down on us. Karma.