A new do

Have you noticed mr. bejos's new hair?

High Sierra Music Festival

Years and years ago (I think we established it was 2002) mr. bejos and I attended the HSMF for the first time. What we remember most was the great music line-up,  cramped camping, the late, late nights, and lazy mornings where we attempted to enjoy a Bloody Mary, a drink we both wanted to like but just could never quite stomach.

Fast forward to 2011and here we are with a little one in tow and a new definition of late nights that falls somewhere between 11 and 11:30pm. But, as luck would have it, we also have very good friends who now live just down the street from the venue...no cramped camping for us this year! And, to boot, we get to meet the newest little member of their family. 

too cute!

proof that baby bejos wore ear protection...sometimes

Pimps of Joytime

scantily clad babies draped in wet sarongs 

the sunny hot grandstand

a new fascination with hula hoops

a parade each and every evening

scantily clad adults too...eek!

seeking shade anywhere we could get it

LOVING the cold sprinkler

no fear whatsoever

long, long days

Warren Haynes

Neko Case

phew...that was a long one. More pics to come of the downtime we spent poolside, outside of the festival :)

Happy Independence Day!

Happy Birthday!

hugs and kisses!

Bath time

Who doesn't have a photo of themselves, as a baby, in sink?

These dusty summer days and the need to be outside has meant more frequent baths for baby bejos.

Color testing: proof that we are making progress on the kitchen!

a kitchen preview

I had certainly hoped to have the kitchen finished by now, but no such luck. We can't decide on a paint color for the wall and need to figure out a backsplash too. In the meantime here are a few shots.

As you can tell it was an all hands on deck kind of project. 

A few hands were more helpful than others.

And I promise...there will be pics of the finished project soon enough.

River

Last week I had my first solo outing since baby came along. A little teary (sniff, sniff), I left my two boys all alone and headed for the river - for work. 

River House

camp, night 1

Baseball Man, Chinle wash

river kitchen

camp, night 2

It had been well over a year since my last river trip (a pregnant belly and a life jacket don't really work very well together) and I enjoyed every minute of it.  The only disappointment was that I was hoping for long luxurious hours of sleep but mother nature had other plans  that included a full moon, loud frogs,  and early morning song birds. 

While it is always fun on the river I was certainly glad to come home to my boys - both of who did fabulously in my absence.