Pudge Reports: Meeting the elements

Way back in November, I met Snow. (Mommy was sure she blogged it, but we can't find it now, so if you've seen these before, sorry.)

Mommy bundled me up

and out Daddy and I went!

It was bright outside!

We took a little stroll around the yard

And then Daddy thought I should have a more up-close experience with snow.

I did not approve.

Just a few weeks ago, I got to meet Rain, Snow's spring-summer cousin.

We watched the storm for awhile.

I liked it and thought it looked like fun!

It wasn't as much fun as it seemed.

Given my experience with Snow, I don't know why Daddy thought I would like to feel Rain on my face.
(I didn't like it.)

But it was okay once we were back inside.

Pudge Reports: Mine!

Oh, hello there!

Don't even think about making a move on this parcel.
These are MY sausages.

What's that you say? They need to go in the freezer?

Well, okay. My elbow was starting to get a little cold anyway.

Art City Days Parade

The parade is the big event for Art City Days, especially if you're a Nance. We all get together to watch the parade and then go to Uncle Dave's for the annual barbecue.

Our neighbors were distributing candy.
The tail end of the marching band.
Look at those Sonic carhops go!
The summer library sea monster.
The SHS drill team (I think).
And, the tractor. I actually used to serve the guy driving it coffee every day. :)

Doesn't Mark look handsome with his beard?

The 3 generations of Nance men...

Poor Ronald McDonald. All he had was a boombox strapped to the back of his golf cart. He was driving with one of his overly large shoes on the gas pedal and trying to dance at the same time. McD's has really gone downhill!

I just think these trikes are cool.
One of many royalty floats.... I thought the attendants were sitting on Abe's lap, which they are not. :)
Habitat for Humanity's entry.
This is Phil. He plays the drums on a trailer in the parade every year. The jury is still out on what he does the rest of the year.
Reams! We love our fresh produce here.
I'm sure this car would be cooler and faster if it was from USU instead of BYU...

All in all, Paul wasn't too impressed. The floats were moving too slowly for him to be entertained, so he watched the kids across the road running for candy instead. Maybe next year.

Art City Days Carnival

Ah, the charm of small town carnivals... The creaky take-your-life-in-your-own-hands rides. The questionable people running the rides. The overpriced tickets. The FOOD!

We go for the funnel cake (and scones, which we missed this year because we were too full on funnel cake :( ).

Paul sure likes funnel cake!

We also wandered around the booths there. We talked to a salesman there and he gave us a $30 DVD for our twenty minutes. :)

Art City Days 5K

How would you spend the early morning hours of your first Saturday of summer? Well, if you're a Nance of the Waddoups persuasion (my family), you'd be out running 3.1 miles at the annual Art City Days 5K. This was the race we'd been training for. Well, not really THE race, but one of the races. This was my first real race and I loved it! It was fun running with all those people (around 2500), and especially fun to pass a lot of them. :)

I finished in 27:37, well under (at least to a runner) my goal of 30 minutes. I was pretty happy with myself. That was 403rd overall and 13th in my age division (women 20-24).

Mark (and Paul) finished in 26:10, 321st overall and 8th in the men's stroller division, which wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He was hoping to place in the top 5 in the stroller division, and I'm confident he would have if our KSL-purchased stroller hadn't 1) gotten a flat tire as we were waiting for the race to start and 2) lost a wheel about a quarter of a mile into the race. I guess you get what you pay for. :)

After the race, they have a huge drawing for prizes. My 4-year-old niece won this $400 ladder. She was very happy about it!

Aren't my boys the handsomest?!?

Memorial Day {a wordless post}

Pudge Reports: Thanksgiving Point + Daddy's School Carnival

Mommy lied earlier when she said we didn't do much in May. Her brain is going to mush, so she forgot about our adventures. Silly mommy...

Aunt Debra and Sofie came to visit. She's not really my aunt, just Mommy's best friend. If she was really my aunt, it wouldn't be good for me to marry Sofie like we have planned. Yuck for marrying your cousin!

See, Sofie and I are friends. She's crushing on me soo much.

And she even let me hold her hand by the end of the date. We are a match made in heaven.

We met Debra and Sofie at a place called Thanksgiving Point. Mommy convinced Aunties Leslee and Dusty to come up, too. First we walked around the Beehive Bazaar. Even though Mommy kept taking pictures and making what she calls "mental notes," she didn't buy anything because she said everything was too "spendy." Someday I'll be able to understand what in the heck she is talking about.

After that, we all went with Debra and Sofie (and Debra's sister Jana and her boys. Bryan is funny and makes me laugh!) went over to the barn there to see the animals.

Mommy was really excited, but I'm not sure why-- she wouldn't even let me ride the pony like Sofie and the other kids did!

You see this horse? You see my scrunchy face? It's because I knew that just after we took this picture this horse was going to turn around and, erm, break wind right in my face. Rude! Even I know that.

We played at the jail for a bit

and watched the ducks.

By the time we were leaving, I was so exhausted I fell asleep as Mommy walked to the car. I didn't even wake up for her to change my diaper. Man, do I have a good life!

We went straight to Daddy's school for his carnival. He was hard at work making snow cones when we arrived.

It was a little bit cold, so it was time for pants. It only took two grownups to get my pants on...

 Daddy was scheduled to be in the dunking booth. Doesn't he look silly?

I sure love my silly daddy!

Daddy got dunked a LOT. Mommy even dunked him twice herself. :)

I sure liked those green ticket thingys.

Mommy and I got our faces painted! You can't really see my yellow star very well here, but trust me, it was phat. or hott. or whatever word it is that means good these days.

I've been practicing my paparazzi face since everyone seems to love taking pictures of me. What do you think?