On the 24th, Little H got to go visit one of her cousins.  He's a few weeks younger than her and, as far as I know, the only kid so close to her age that she's actually played with for any amount of time without the incident ending in tears.  It was such a significant occasion that Dan had to take a picture so I would believe him when he told me about it.

                                

Later that same day when I got off work, we stole up to Park City in an attempt to escape the heat and engage in one of my favorite sports…watching rich people.  Just so Little H wouldn’t feel left out—you know, like a poor kid—we bought her a $2 sucker which she licked twice and then rubbed around her face and hair.  (I immediately realized I was the sucker.) 

It was fun to freak the store owners out by showing up in their doorway with an unleashed almost two year-old.  Their polite looks of horror were also matched by the people we met walking their dogs who would cringe as Little H tried to reach out and touch their purebred “puppies” with her sticky, sticky hands.  We ended the adventure with a ride on the Main Street Trolley.  This happy picture of George and Judith was taken just minutes before our original driver switched places with the new guy who mistook the bulky Trolley for a Lamborghini.  The second half of the trip was much more exciting with speed, jolts, and even coasting along the curb.  We may have been in a police chase, I’m not sure.  Look for us on the news.