St. George, Part 2

After wasting $21 at the dinosaur museum where our kids sprinted through without looking at anything, we headed up to a really neat park in or near Washington.

I like how we're all looking in different directions in this picture:


In the afternoon, H and I hung out by the pool...


...while J, S, and O went swimming. I've found that I somehow cannot restrain myself from taking pictures of my sexy husband shirtless. However, I have managed to post only this one, and by doing so, have saved my readers from being blinded by his extreme whiteness:


S, perfecting the cannonball:


After dinner, we drove to Pioneer Park and clambered around some big red rocks:




And while I was busy taking a picture of J doing this:


H tried to follow S across a space between two big rocks, didn't quite make it, fell in between, and cracked his head open. Even though I washed all the blood out of that shirt, he still won't wear it!


We carried him -- screaming -- to the car, cleaned him up, slapped some hemostatic gauze and a butterfly bandage on it, then took him (and his brothers) out for frozen yogurt. Great vacation, I must say!