Weekend Whirlwinds

I know it's been a while since we posted anything of substance. And now I'm faced with a decision: 1) post two months' worth of past weekend adventures, or 2) start fresh. Considering I've not yet pulled the most recent pics from the 'ol camera, I'm playing catch-up today.


To those of you who are in the pics and wondering why they're just now hitting the blog, I blame it on summer with a two year-old. Collecting rocks and wagon rides is so much more fun than sitting behind a computer. And to those of you who are wondering where your pics are in this mass of outdated photos, this update is just part one of the Burt's whirlwind of weekend activities. At this rate, you can expect yours to hit the Burt blog sometime in August.


Our April was filled with...


A car crash (NOT my fault) that has left the Burts as a more environmentally-friendly carpooling (Thank you Ellsworths) one-car family.





A visit from Andy's folks.








Grandpa, Porter ADORES his trucks








And Grandma, Porter refuses to wear anything but his new blue crocs.





The visit from our Wisconsin fam also gave us an excuse to head south to St. George to see Porter's Aunt Karen and Great-Granmda & Grandpa Erskine.





After the visitors left, I tried to unsuccessfuly make a fondant-covered birthday cake for Porter's second birthday. Never again. And no, I will not post a pic of the cake in its entirety.





And we had a little b-day bash with Porter's friends Holden & Wesley (who were great helpers when it came to opening the presents).





That does it for April, but our May looked about the same (minus the car crash and fondant).


As for May...


We caught the one week of desert blooms while hiking (these pics don't do it justice. Imagine an entire mountain covered in orange and pink flowers in the middle of nothing but red rocks and dirt).











And headed north to the big city a couple times to see Porter's new cousin, Cohen, and visit with the Behle fam before they moved to Vernal, Utah, which is famous for dinosaurs and oil.





We miss you Aunt Kelly!








And Uncle Chris, on the off chance that I say no to a trip to the park, Porter did ask if you'd take him for a couple weeks straight after our SLC visit.





The end of May brought a new roommate to the Burt home when Uncle Layne moved in, and lots of fun weekends with Porter's soon-to-be Aunt Crystal and Layne, who Porter simply calls "Unlce."





Whew! Now perhaps you can see why the posts have been scrace as of late.
Stay tuned. The second half of the updating promises news of a new home for the Burts, a trip to the petting zoo where Porter's favorite "animal" was a little waterfall, and Andy in the Utah Summer Games. Oh the fun we have in store for all of you.


Hope you, too, are all enjoying a summer full of adventure and mischief.

We're Alive!

At the prodding of many friends, and after more than a month of silence, the Burts return to the blogosphere in not-so-full force (nopics yet, sorry). The warm weather has kept us far away from computers, and while we've done many fun things, I just haven't found the time to post the ever-growing pile of pics online. Until then, I thought I'd throw out a few Porter antics to at least prove that he's still cute as ever. (Moms are allowed to brag every now and then, right?)


We'll call this section Porter Says


A few days ago I opted for curly over straight hair (a gal can't blowdry every single day), and I was sitting with Porter on the floor, when he suddenly smiled and said, "Noodles." I had no clue what he was talking about, and asked him if he was hungry. We went around in circles for a couple of minutes, and then Porter finally shouted, "No, Mommy, no. You have noodles on your head." He then walked over, stuck his mouth next to my ear while making a chomping sound, and said, "Mmmm. Deeeeeelicious." Does it get any cuter than that?


Probably not, but even funnier? Yes.


Andy and I were driving in the car with Porter when he suddenly screamed "Holy Shoot!" Well, at least I thought that's what he'd said. I, of course, swung on Andy, questioning my dear husband as to why my two-year old would know that term. He said that couldn't be what Porter was saying, so we then repeatedly asked Porter what he was saying (with a lot of me saying "Andy, I swear he's saying 'holy shoot'). Finally, Porter pointed to his Crocs and said "holy shoot." Turns out that he'd originally said "holy shoe," but my rush to accuse Andy of a parenting mishap (coupled with the repetition of the phrase as we tried to discern what had actually been said) was enough to stick with my young little boy, and he now calls his Crocs his "Holy Shoots." Such is life.


That's all for now. Hope it's enough to fill that Burt fix. I have high hopes to post more soon.