Greg, Erin, Car and Quincey

Friday night we went to our last mariners game of the season. Sad! Even though I'm not a huge baseball fan, it is just fun to go and hang out on a nice summer eve... Oh, and the food is good too! :)

I left the big camera at home, so enjoy some point and shoot goodness! :) It was quite refreshing to use something so small.

Quin discovered the popcorn and was double fisting it into her mouth nonstop. Notice the bucket of popcorn on the floor as well. That was Carsons doing... oops.



Seventh inning stretch is always a blast. Quin had fun dancing on daddy's shoulders. (She is ALL girl. Such a dancer, accessorizer, and screamer already...)



Greg thinks that this is Griffey's last season in the Majors, so he was kind of bummed to see his childhood hero bat for the last time..
In fact when Carson starting begging us to take him home, G made us wait a few more minutes until Griffey made it to the plate one more time. Hence the next three pictures.



We went with Monica and her friend from P-town. Woot Woot! :) Monica is a riot and we always have a good time when she is around.



G-man took this one of Griffey. Along with about 500 others! :)




On separate note, Church today was so embarrassing. You know those days? I don't like em. It was all fine and dandy until the last hour. I'm the relief society pianist and during the first hymn (while Quin was screaming bloody murder in someone else's arms, poor lady who was helping me! :) ) I had a major cough attack, and had to run out after the third verse, skipping the fourth. My throat was so dry and my eyes were watering, it is a wonder I even made it through the third. But somehow I hung on. Then I took off. Leaving the chorister (and everyone else) with a look of confusion on her face. What a dork! Then, as if that was not bad enough, during the closing hymn (While Quin was screaming bloody murder in someone else's arms), It was apparently noticed that Carson had had a poo blow out that was running down his legs, and was all over the nursery floor. Ummm what?! After the hymn, one of my friends motioned me frantically to the hall where I found my two children (one dripping poo, and one red eyed and puffy faced) and distraught husband. Lovely. It took me about a hundred wipes to clean up that mess. Plus about a hundred witty remarks about cleaning up poo to the millions of nursery parents offering funny one liners. The poo was dried and caked on. Must have been a while before anyone noticed he had done it. I guess we can't say that he is fully potty trained. :) Then, after I finally got him all clean, and we were finally on our way out of the parking lot, we were honked at and waved down. Only to be told that all of my church books and scriptures were still on top of my car. I think it is safe to say that after today, most people in my ward think I'm slightly crazy! :)

Oh! One other thing. Quin started saying her first word today. (other than mamama and dadadada) She says, "uh oh!" Over, and over, and over again. And, this last week she has started giving us kisses. I love it when they do that. So sweet.

Here are a few of her from tonight. I told you she liked to accessorize. That's a little green purse she has around her neck. Although I have no idea how she managed to fit it over her head...
The bib? Well that is there because she was wet down to her belly with drool. Turns out she is my daughter. I was known to have been quite the drooler in my day as well. So bad that even my back somehow ended up soaking... Very becoming I know. Good thing I outgrew it.
The mohawk is the leftovers of me trying to wipe all the food out of her hair from dinner.

Crawling is a thing of the past for this little girl. It has been strictly walking for the last few days now.