The Taters top chompers are coming in, as you can see.
Catching a ride on Pa's shoulders:
We had a gathering of old friends a few weeks ago. Lots of mountain bike adventures and cold beer. Here's a picture of Sweet Ass after perhaps one too many of both. He sure acts old for his age, resting his eyes all the time.
Darren flirtin' with my baby!
Here's why they put the "White" in White Mesa:
Still no walking, but she shows off once in a while when she feels like by standing on her own. I reckon crawling is still fast enough for her. She starts the young toddler class at day care next week. She'll be one of the few still on all fours. I'm guessing the peer pressure will make her learn quick.
Tate has fish for dinner!
Tired girl fell asleep on her polar bear rug.
Catching a ride on Pa's shoulders:
We had a gathering of old friends a few weeks ago. Lots of mountain bike adventures and cold beer. Here's a picture of Sweet Ass after perhaps one too many of both. He sure acts old for his age, resting his eyes all the time.
Darren flirtin' with my baby!
Here's why they put the "White" in White Mesa:
There are miles and miles of trails like this:
There's nothing quite like the New Mexico sky. The white stuff on the trail is gypsum. Firm, yet tacky.
A few hours later we rode the white ribbon of trail on the other side of the valley:
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Casey is happy after conquering Winsor:
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One last picture of a happy Tater. Her eyes are still blue but her hair is starting to turn a little red.
Until next time,
Sweet Potato and family
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