Dating Dilemmas

 :: Even when we were dating, Robb and I never really mastered the "dating" aspect of a relationship (if that makes any sense) and then Colby came along...and now we're lucky if we squeeze one in every other month.  But all that's going to change, hopefully starting now.  For our date last week we packed up our homemade pizza, water bottles, and grapes and drove to the Paul Ream Wilderness Park for a picnic.

The Provo River runs alongside it on one side, a stream flanks the other, and right in the middle is a duck pond

 Filled with ducks who are accustomed to handouts

 It really is a magical little spot and I'm sure we'll be back for another visit.

 We weren't quite ready to go home, so we stopped at Macy's for some frozen yogurt (believe it or not this is their smallest serving size) and a little quality cart pushing time.

 :: The Gonzales family came over for dinner on Sunday and good-naturedly put up with our sweltering apartment.  Our swamp cooler blew air in, but didn't bother with the whole "cooling" aspect and pumped the 90 degree air directly inside.

 :: Colby and I spent a large chunk of Monday in the air-conditioned library and that evening our landlord finally took pity on us (we'd mentioned the problem several weeks ago and had to remind him we were still roasting) and fixed our swamp cooler.

:: My Grandma and Grandpa Rigby came to visit with my cousin, Josh, in tow.  I haven't seen Josh since high school and it was fun to catch up with everyone.  Then they took us out to lunch at Los Hermanos (Josh apparently is camera shy).

:: We make daily trips to the park, slathered in sunscreen.  Colby likes to steer and occasionally go down the slide. His real love is bird watching. The minute he sees one his eyes light up and we have to follow it.

:: Wednesday our friend Janeese volunteered to babysit and we got to attend the Temple.  Before leaving we noticed we were low on a few things we buy at Costco and decided to make a trip there after our session.  As we walked out the Temple doors, a little old woman behind us started calling, "Hermanitos, hermanitos!" She asked if we spoke Spanish and then explained she needed a ride to Costco so she could buy a special kind of cheese to make the tamales she sold.  I don't believe in coincidences. I know Heavenly Father cares about and sees to the needs of His children, even with something as small as a lift.  I am grateful for Consuela's reminder.

Colby playing with our Costco oranges