I've wanted to hike Badger Mountain (large hill) since we moved here, so for FHE this week, that was on the agenda. I must say, for hiking (which I'm not a fan of), it's pleasant and the view from the top is beautiful. After living in Utah (land of huge mountains and canyons), I have to remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sagebrush and tumbleweeds isn't exactly where it's at for me, but I do love the river and farmlands this area has to offer. Michael loved it on the way up, but on the way down, it was windy and he was cold. I was trying to make him laugh and was running ahead of them, and I biffed it hard! It worked, he started laughing again.
Right now Michael is teething, big time. He has terrible, terrible diaper rash. Every time I change his diaper it's poopy, and this had gone on for 4 days now. I've tried blow drying his bum, every cream out there, and it's still not helping. He's still his happy little self most of the time. Just not at night. The other night he woke up crying so hard. We could not get him to calm down. Usually I'll give him a bottle, and he'll go back to sleep. Not that night, he would have nothing to do with medicine, a bottle, even going outside! Kyle gave him a Priesthood blessing, and he screamed the whole way through, pushing off of us, and everything. As soon as Kyle said AMEN, Michael literally did a few whimpers, closed his eyes and went to sleep. Wow, what a testimony builder. I've never experienced anything like that before.
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I'll post about his birthday party tomorrow.... 
My sis-in-law got us all into OMSI...the kids and Michael loved it! Have you seen their real fetus display? Craziest thing I think I've ever seen, but also very interesting. Grammy took everyone to eat at Sparky's Pizza. If you're in Portland, it's a must, and also extremely cheap. 
We headed to Vancouver last weekend (I'm behind), and as you can see from the pictures, Michael's cuzzies (that's how they say it in New Zealand), have lots of love to shower on him. Needless to say, I now know after looking at these pictures why he doesn't want to be held. He gets his fair share when we go over there. 
