Vacationing in the Valley...

We love to go visit our friends Kylie and Garrett who live in Castaic (which is out in the Valley for those of you who don't know LA). It's really only an hour or so drive, but they have a guest room and we like to stay over. Especially during football season. Jason, Kylie, and Garrett are all in a Fantasy Football league together and Sundays are apparently sacred football watching days. (?) I don't care about football, but I love hanging out with those guys and their house is so comfortable to just lay around and read in. They have two daughters Brooklynn and Brenna who are close in age to Bella & Baz, so it's fun for the kids too.

Last weekend, we spent some quality time out there and went to their daughter Brooklynn's school carnival. Bastien was dressed like a stud in the new hat and glasses he just bought on a shopping excursion with his dad...

Apparently, he picked this stuff out himself. Well, I bought the shirt, and for Jason really, since his favorite movie of all time is Jaws.

On another fashion note, Isabella wore her favorite dress as of late. It was coincidentally given to her by these guys on her last birthday. She is always pulling this out of her drawer to wear. It's definitely cute, but I wonder what makes her love it so?They had a lot of games to play and stuff to bounce on.But, this guy kicked Bastien's ass...He was trying so hard to get that puck to the top, see?

He couldn't quite get it, but he did win at the Cake Walk.....ABOUT FOUR TIMES!!!

And so did Isabella...TWICE!

(People, how am I supposed to drop pounds when my kids are winning brownies and cookies and cakes and candy? It's torture.)

Meanwhile, Jason and I participated in our first ever Cow Plop. What is a "Cow Plop" you say?

Well... you try to guess where in the yard the cow is going to lay his patties.

And, man, we came sooooo close.

I'd never heard of such a thing. And I'm from Texas?!

I tell you, though, it's kind of weird to be part of crowd watching and waiting for cows to do their business.

Ah, the delights of being a tourist.