Warm Weather Baby?

Maybe McKenna is going to love hot weather.

Quinn and I are in St. George this weekend, and she seems to be doing everything she can to be born here. Major contractions, low and strong. Yikes. Bridget and Heidi keep reminding me to drink enough water. It's fine with me, though. As long as the contractions are doing something. But when McKenna does make her move, I do hope I am in Utah County for heaven's sake. It wouldn't be all bad, though, to have her on the road. I love an adventure. And anyone who pretends they don't love having a good story to tell ... is lying ... or just boring.

We've had a great vacation hanging out with two of my oldest friends, Bridget and Heidi. We all have 2-year-olds and one on the way. They understand the fits and fights and time outs and aches and pains and cravings, and plus we've got the love and history to back each other up. Very cool.

We've spent as much time as possible near water 'cause it be hot here, yo. Quinn's loved it, and she hasn't noticed the horrible sun burn I provided for her today... oops. I put a coat of lotion on her before we left for the splash pad, and THEN changed her into her suit without applying to the parts that were covered the first time. Again. Ooops. So she has some pretty red lines and chunks on her shoulders, bum and scalp (because all three girls had matchy, match pony tails today.) But as Heidi said, "At least you know the sun screen works." And that should motivate my efforts for the rest of the summer. I did buy water babies stick to apply sun screen to her face, and althought she hates it, I get more on her face and less in her eyes, and it seems to work really well. And I've decide to committ to Nutragina SPF 55 for the rest of her body of the summer. If she gets burned again, I will report it here, and it will be your job to scold me. Please.

On the drive down here on Thursday, the girls were great, and Heidi and I loved catching up. I was sad to not get to stop and see my good friend Melissa in Cedar City AGAIN, but I knew the little ones would not have handled a long stop well. So I hope my Melissa forgives me. By the time I see that cute baby of hers, he'll be potty trained, I swear. Instead of Cedar City we did stop in Beaver to buy my first squeaky cheese. Nothing says road trip, I guess, like cheese that literally squeaks when you chew it. Heidi warned me before my first bite, "Now, it's not for everybody." That is no cheerleading squaud to help you try something new. But luckily I really liked it.

Bridget's dad treated us to a Mother's Day dinner at Texas Roadhouse tonight, and I loved it. He was a hoot to have at dinner because he chose a place where the kids could be loud and then never cared about the crazy thing they did. I loved it. When she was driving me crazy throwing menus on the flow, he just kept giving her more until she got it out of her system. I guess I forget to do that sometimes. She's a kid. Why don't I just let her get it out of her system sometimes?

Back home tomorrow and ready to do a lot of nothing until June 9. Anyone care to join me? I'll probably be floating at the Lehi pool.