more colorado pictures & fun

Friday we gathered in the park with my Denver area siblings. It was quite the event.

Four of the five Pulsipher boys all had babies within a year. Pretty cool.

We bathed George in a sink at Breckenridge. He naturally took this "lounge" position all by himself. I think it works great with the marble counter top. Like a real fat cat.

Our brand new niece Leeaira. She is a beautiful redheaded girl and we are so happy to have her in the family.

George & Dad

George and Mom - this is normally a run at Breck during the winter. In the summer it makes for a lovely "hike."

we... had... the time of our lives

I'll let the pictures (and captions) do the talking:

Golfing with the Brothers in Law at Copper Mountain. Apparently the highest (elevation wise) professional ranked course in the world. 1oK+ above sea level. Personal highlight, driving the par 4 18th hole, three putting for par. I've done this 5 times.

Campfire in Breckenridge. Little known fact about Ashley. When she has her hood on, she's in a mischevious mood. She was out to prove that she made the best smores.

George and Mom next to the great Mississippi River.

Eliza looking eerily peaceful

That's better Eliza

Three things to note here: 1. Sportin' the ticket around my neck = cool. 2. My new "transition" glasses. I bought them for commuting. Pretty jaunty right? 3. Smug grin of satisfaction as I ascend peak 8 to partake in some alpine slide antics.

Croquet in the park. Check out that backdrop eh?

Ashley and George on the Danube

After a lovely week with Ashley's family in Breckenridge, we headed south to Denver. Denver hosted the democratic convention in 2008, and as you can see from the picture below politics were still in the air!

George pretending to be an old-timey democrat from Alabama at his cousin Serena's 1 year birthday party

George taking politics too far - posing as a socialist monarch!

Back up to Beuna Vista for a couple of days. The heavy rains had produced an incredible amount of wildflowers

George continues to take artistic liberties with headwear... modeling a flashy driving cap on Main Street, Buena Vista

Beautiful sunset up at Kolob (my parents house)

George was most impressed with his cousin Isaiah. They quickly became best friends

Plotting a socialist uprising. I smell a Junta...

In Denver one night we all went out for cupcakes. I had coconut creme, Ashley had red velvet.

Isaiah wanted that one (and got it)

Cupcake aftermath

George temporarly giving up headwear for accessories ala Kanye

Kanye George at the Market, Downtown Denver

For the 4th of July we went to my favorite place in the world for that celebration. My Alma Mater - CU. Boulder Colorado

One of my favorite parts of the celebration is the impromptu paper-airplane toss. Look at all those paper airplanes. The ultimate goal is to not only get them on the field, but to get them far out there. I'll give you one guess who the champion was this year.

Me suckers. It was so awesome. My airplane floated to its resting spot in what seemed like an eternity. I flexed my muscles in conjunction of a hoot worthy of a national hog calling winner.

Once it got dark, the fireworks began. George was pretty enamored with the spectacle. Look at that face.

My advice for flying - be flexible. While we were waiting for our flight in Denver to LA - they announced that the flight was overbooked and needed volunteers to catch the next flight a mere 55 minutes later. Ashley and I volunteered and we got 2 free vouchers PLUS a ride in first class on the way home. We were total impostors... if our life were a Sesame Street Episode of "One of these things doesn't belong" we'd clearly be the sore thumb. But that didn't stop us from downing all the free diet cokes we could handle while rubbing shoulders with the wall street journal folk. So awesome.

That's pretty much it. There was lots of fun, cousins, hugs and kisses to go around. Hopefully we'll be back in Colorado before too long.

goin up to the co(lorad)untry

Hey guys. We're really looking forward to these next two weeks. We're leaving the big city and goin up to the country... er, Colorado. We are so excited, our sentiments are probably best expressed through song.



Not that we've been completely stuck in the city. A couple of weeks ago, we went to Yosemite and had a really lovely time.

Ashley & George at Glacier Point

Our lodgings at the Wawona Hotel

Ashley and I often become nostalgic about Colorado - despite the fact that Los Angeles has really come to charm us. George has a lot of family to meet. Lots of firsts on the trip for George. First plane ride. First time in Colorado... first time joining a band promoting a carefree lifestyle?

Posts may dip off... they may not. If you're in Colorado these next couple of weeks, look us up. We'll be in Breckenridge the first week, and then Denver the second. We're also planning on capping off the trip with one of my favorite Americana events - fireworks at Folsom Field.

My favorite part of this event, is the informal paper airplane contest. Lots of pictures to come.

guest post: the top three things i hate - by george pulsipher

hi everyone. up until now this blog has been about my parents and occasionally the cute picture of me. well i'm here to get my own voice, and i thought the perfect subject would be about the top three things that i hate.

1. my car seat. i know.... i KNOW! my parents have tons of cute pictures of me in it. you'd think they never take me out. that's just the problem, we took a trip to yosemite the other weekend and now i can't stand the site or smell of that thing. as soon as i get in it - you better believe i'm letting the world know.

2. ludmila. my parents have this crazy russian doll on the top of their bookshelf. every time my mom or dad burp me and give me the chance, i keep both my eyes on her. i don't know what she's up to, but i don't trust her. when she's in the room - it's like i'm ronald reagan and she's mikael gorbachev. tear that wall down!

3. crinkling noises. my parents LOVE to crinkle crap in my ears when i'm sleeping. they think they are being sneaky when i'm asleep, but i hear it. i can be in my bed, dreaming about breastmilk and smashing russian nesting dolls, and then i'm startled by my dad eating a bag of funyons or whatever the heck he's doing. i don't care what he's eating, but it sounds like he got in a wrestling match with a plastic bag the size of a football field. i hate crinkling noises!

next time maybe i'll have something more upbeat to share, but for now - stay out of my way or you might make this list!

george e. pulsipher

the mark of a professional

Last week Ashley was approached by Aaron the Handyman. As Ashley returned from some errands, Aaron the handyman had the perception, nerve, or naivete to ask if Ashley needed anything done around the house, "wanted to go out," or "wanted a boyfriend."

Quite the sales pitch Aaron! If at first you don't succeed at marketing your vocational skills, why not up the ante and hit her between the eyes with a romantic proposition.

There are several things I'd like to analyze here:

1. The card
Aaron - lets be realistic. Who'd trust a professional with such shoddy attention to detail. Your business card was made on a 3x5 card, hand written. For pete's sake, you might as well walk around with a sandwich board, you'd probably get as many return calls.


2. The Offer
A boyfriend, a date? Whoah??? Slow down Romeo. Who launches in on their first sentence with an offer to be a boyfriend? What exactly about Ashley communicated that she was on the prowl? I know the women you normally "pick up" probably go ga-ga for your minimalist approach, but lets be real.

3. The Offer, pt. 2
Who needs a handy man 24/7? Plumber - maybe odd hours. Doctor - definitely. Handyman - "Aaron - get over here immediately, yes I know it's 3 in the morning on a Sunday, but I've GOT to have my track lighting installed!"

4. The Victim Target
Aaron - did you really think Ashley was in your league. You were listening to House of Pain in your car stereo. Earth to Aaron, the last time that song was cool you were wearing hoodless sweatshirts and reebok pumps. Oh, you still wear those? Uhh... nevermind.

Aaron, we all make mistakes. One of your mistakes was giving your card to my wife. Now I get to publish your phone number online (free advertising!) and encourage friends and strangers alike to call you with fake offers of employment - at odd and irrationally inconvenient times of day.

See ya around sport!

keeping your friends close...

One of George's favorite places to eat is right by our bookcase, which also is the resting spot for Ludmila - the Russian Nesting doll who carefully gazes out into our living room. We noticed that when we were burping George, he would stare at Ludmila with a confident, determined look.

We always thought his intense stare was one of affection. We were already prepared to line George up with a Russian mail order bride.

The other day Ashley was discussing George's love affair with Grandma Potter - and she had a different theory. Maybe his steady gaze isn't love-driven... but one of skepticism and distrust. It had never occurred to us before - but maybe the George-Ludmila relationship wasn't a story played out like on Reds, but more like Red Dawn.

Grandma Potter's theory was confirmed when we snapped this picture.

George isn't being fooled by her mysterious eastern European ways. He's keeping both his eyes on her, making sure she doesn't try to pull a fast one on us.

george is very southern california

i know all of the pictures we put up of george are him in his car seat. some might deduct that this is because he never leaves his car seat. this is not true of course... but george does have a knack for looking cute while he's in his car seat. mom snapped this one while we were in our new car.


ashley got in an accident a few weeks ago... and we toyed with the idea of going carless. honestly, we could've done it but we felt like it would've been really difficult with george being so little, and that our social life would also have been negatively effected. so far we love our car and it is definitely a lovely addition to our family.