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Not much to show for this week, picture-wise anyway. We did accomplish some stuff—like the huge pile of dirt that has been haunting our driveway for the past month is finally gone. And the lawn is mowed. And I worked with my mother-in-law to can peaches and tomatoes and to make some fresh peach pies. Colin and I have been checking out the local parks to see which one is worth spending time at. So far the one closest to us is a bust—except that it does have 4 car wheels for him to spin. I can't think of anything else that stands out from this week, so on to the pictures.

This would be Colin trying to hide from me while he was eating his dinner. He says "boo" as a greeting now when he sees someone—like they've been hiding from him all this time and now he's found them.

I had to hold the container on there to get the picture, but just moments beforehand Colin was running amuck in the house with that thing on his head like a hat.

It took him a while, but Colin eventually decided that he did like peach pie.

You can't tell from this picture, but there was a dog over there. Colin would walk over, make the doggie sound, and then just stare at it. I guess he was a little afraid to actually reach out and touch it on his own.

Thursday night we went to Scott's soccer game to get out of the house for a while. Colin was happy when Scott was on the sidelines because then he could toddle over and say hello.

Aww, doesn't Nate look so serene and country-like standing there with his stalk of grain and his cell phone?

And for all of you disturbed people who want to see how large I have become, here's a picture of me circa 30 weeks. (Nate took the picture for me and said this one was going to be "artsy," hence the pose and the camera tilt.)

And here's Colin this morning when I got the camera out to take his picture. He saw me get it out and immediately came running. With the red eyes he kind of looks like a demon child, but I still love him.

And this is him asking so politely if he can please hold the camera.

We bought Colin a toothbrush yesterday, and I'm pleased to announce that he loves it. I wonder if part of the reason he likes it so much is because he thinks it's something that doesn't belong to him and that he's doing something naughty when he puts it in his mouth because he runs away grinning like he's in trouble if you approach him.

And yes, BYU lost last night, and no, I do not want to talk about it. I'm still in too much pain.