Of note, this week: Jimmy had "Wingman Day" through his squadron at work, which is an adult version of field day. (Don't worry, Jimmy says that's a pretty spot-on description.) Started the day off with an assembly, and then the boss man gave them the option of 1: going back to work, or 2: going bowling. Jimmy chose the latter, and as a result...
Friday evening we had the pleasure of welcoming our good friends, Patrick and Melissa with their sweet little man Luke. They don't live far at all, and were able to come to town for a short visit. Jimmy and Patrick go way back, to their humble beginnings sacking groceries in high school. Turns out Melissa and I are two weeks (or less) apart in our pregnancies, which is serendipitous as least.
We took the Godinez clan out to Pinnacle Mountain, for a hike to the summit, which sounds crazy, but was quite enjoyable. It's about a 1,000 foot climb to the summit, and most of it is managed trail, so it wasn't too bad for three people carrying babies. (Luke was in the Baby Bjorn with Patrick.) It was great timing too: the weather was fantastic, and there's no way I'd be making that hike in another month or two. Here are some pictures of the day.
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| On the way up the mountain! |
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| Summit! How cute is my dog? And how pretty is the view? |
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| The deal was that Patrick would carry Luke up, and they'd switch on the way down. Didn't work out that way. |
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| Addie and Luke are besties. |
Later that evening, we drove to Hot Springs for German food at the Brau Haus. We met up with a group of friends, and I of course forgot to get a picture of the group. The night was so fun, and I did manage to snap a few shots of Luke with his mom and dad learning the Chicken Dance.
Lastly, as photographic proof that the fetus has been to the top of a mountain, here's my 17-week belly picture, for your viewing pleasure.
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