The $300 Date

Not many people can say that they were taken on a $300 date, but I can. And yes, I am bragging. Cameron flew me up to Friday Harbor in the San Juan Islands for the afternoon on Saturday. The plane was the biggest expense by far, but he needs to build hours and so it was killing 2 birds with one stone.

We flew up at about noon and it took about an hour to get there. I actually got to fly the plane a bit and realized that it's WAY to involved for me. It's completely opposite of driving a car. Instead of everything mostly being outside the plane, everything is mostly in the plane that helps you fly it straight. Very stressful, especially since one of the compasses was finicky and wasn't exact (that drove me crazy!). Anyway, we landed and walked from the runway to town, which only took about 15 mins (but that's because it was down hill. It took about 25 mins on the way back up). We walked around looking for a place to eat and found a cute little place that served seafood, of course Cameron got chicken strips, I got calamari (yum, yum). We had a nice peaceful lunch in the sun looking out over the docks. Even though we we're stuffed we HAD to get ice cream! So good. Two HUGE scoops, one death by chocolate and the other chocolate peanut butter. That was just mine. Everyone knows that you can't share ice cream. So we, each with our own large cups of ice cream, went and sat down in the grass next to the docks and watch all the enormous boats (or yachts) come in.

What was really sweet about this trip is that the last time that Cameron and I were there alone like that was when we were dating before his mission. We sat in the same grass we sat in 4 or 5 years ago. This is like the first real date we've been on in months. It's nice living close to family and always having someone willing to watch your kid. The months that we did go without dating make you realize, when you do finally get to go, how important they are. We just laughed and talked about nothing important. To all you married folk out there, I advise you to date. It's worth going and finding a reliable babysitter. Fall in love all over again.

"Dating, isn't it about...time"

First Flight with Daddy

We finally got to go up in the plane with Cameron. Breanne was so excited when we first got her into the plane and she even said that she would go "woohoo" with me. We got her head set on and got her all strapped in. Cameron and his dad went through the necessary check lists to get us off the ground and started the engine. Breanne was still having fun, but looked a bit nervous. Well, we got off the ground and she wouldn't let me take my hand off her knee. Everytime I tried she wouldn't move anything else, just her hand, and grab mine and place it right back. I tried to get her to look at me to make sure she was okay and when she did she was sticking out her bottom lip holding back a cry I'm sure, but we made pig noses at each other and she started to loosen up. So much in fact that she fell asleep about 20 mins into the flight. Oh well, there will be plenty of other opportunites for us to go up again. It was fun to go up and see him in pilot mode. I usually just get to see him study, as much fun as that is. He did what are called "steep turns". Now, I'm not really a thrill seeking sort of girl and don't really like rollercoasters or anything that gives you that feeling of your stomach in your chest. Those did it. Thank goodness Breanne was asleep because I'm sure I would have freaked her out. I was curled up (as much as a 9 month pregnant lady can be) into the fetal position, letting out little "eeks" from the back seat. I didn't get sick, I just really hate that feeling. Other then that we had a good time.

Are You Smater Then A 2 Year Old?

so baby still hasn't arrived, but I guess we still have about 3 weeks. Cameron's schooling is moving at a snails pace because his instructor got jury duty, but he has turned in his application to be a park ranger and we'll see if they call this week. Our lives have become pretty boring. I keep waiting to go into labor, but alas, that just makes it all worse.

I was able to go to the Jack Johnson concert with my sister and her friends. It was a lot of fun and the music was really good, but I didn't realize that there would be pot smoking. I now have been well educated in the smell of pot. Of course that wasn't the worse, surprisingly. The cigarette smoke is what did me in. Now it's a joke that pregnant, mormon Nicole got a contact high (which isn't true). If I would have known that that kind of thing would be going on I def would not have gone. The venue was beautiful though and I recommend everyone going to the Gorge, just maybe when there's not a concert going on.

We've decided that Breanne's going to know how to work every electronic by the time she's 3. She LOVES to push buttons on anything, drive the cars (while their in park, don't worry), and click the mouse on the computer. If we leave her alone for any length of time up stairs you can bet that she's crawled up on the computer chair and she's clicking away. I swear she gets smarter everyday. Papa John has a hard time baby sitting her because he claims that she's smarter then he is (which probably isn't that far off :) ). She did have to tell him how to put her car seat straps on, but neglected to tell him which was the front and which was the back of her diaper leading to the diaper being put on backwards. We're still trying to decide how thats possible.