yellowstone, revisted

Several weekends ago we went to Yellowstone National Park with our friends the Christiansens.  Really, if you are planning on going to "the Park" as Scott (Christiansen) calls it, there's no better person to go with.  He works for the Greater Yellowstone Coalition, and is literally a walking encyclopedia Britannica of Yellowstone ecology/wildlife knowledge.  He's like... that encyclopedia britannica kid but with a cooler haircut.

We all piled up in the Christiansen's swagger wagon and headed for the park.  Of course, before we really hit the road we needed to make a pit stop for diet cokes and miniature cowboy hats.

We saw so many buffalo and elk it wasn't even worth taking a picture of them.  They were everywhere. We also saw antelope, coyote, deer... and something very cool which you'll see at the end.

 Here we are under the Roosevelt Arch.  Yellowstone was the first National Park in the world, and it does have a special feel like few places in the United States, that I've been to.  It is very difficult to resist the beauty and grandeur of the place.

Here's a better shot of the fam.  Ashley looks so beautiful, and she's knocking on 7 months pregnant.

 Here's Scott trying to explain the intricacies of geothermal activity to George (with Abram's curly locks in the foreground).  I was afraid that maybe it was a little over his head, but George seemed to take in all in.  I cannot emphasize enough how much fun it was to go with the Christiansens... we had such a fun time.

 Ashley, modeling the mineral deposits.  I can't really remember anything else about these.

 I had to take about 15 pictures of George before I could get a cute one of him smiling.  Despite running his hand along the wooden rails and filling his hands with splinters, he was still in pretty good spirits.

 Here's me and George... this was one of the few pictures of me and George. Even though my glasses make me look like an idiot, I wanted some documentation that I was actually at the park.  This is also one of my last pictures with a mustache... it has now gone away for the next forseeable future.

 George and his good friend Abram worked really hard at the park.  So hard, that they fell asleep and were totally exhausted.  They laugh and entertain each other so well.  They are really great friends and it is so fun to watch them play together.

Just as we were leaving... we saw one of the crown jewel's of the park.  Nature/wildlife enthusiasts! No... if you scan just past them, you can see a grizzly bear.  Yellowstone tip - if you see a bunch of people with their cameras out... you'll probably see something cool.

We have yet to see a wolf and moose, but we were so jazzed to see the grizzly.  We love being close to the park and hopefully we can continue to see incredible things.  If any of you want to come up... we'd love to show you around!

in another life...

A life that didn't involve health risks, or the risk of alienating my wife with the constant threat of heart failure and obesity, I'd be a competitive eater. I think I'm really good at eating fast.

In the mean time, like every good parent - I'm training my child to accomplish all of my unfulfilled dreams.

wedding fever

Our good friend Alison did a post last week in the midst of Kate and Will's wedding euphoria, wherein she asked others to share their wedding stories & pictures. We thought it was a great idea so I dusted off some of our old wedding photos to share with y'all.

In case you don't know the story... we got married amidst one of the great blizzards of recent Colorado history. We even had to move our date up a day to beat the storm. In true fashion, we showed mother nature who's boss and did not let her stop us from our destiny.

Ashley on the way to the Denver LDS Temple

Me, reflecting on our white knuckle, two hour drive from the mountains to Denver.

My dad, reliving the mayhem that transpired.  We were inches away from a severe car wreck.  Mother nature, car wreck... nothing could stop us.

Fastforward an hour and a half later... we emerge from the Temple legally married!

The rest of these are a bunch of us kissing and posing in front of the Temple.  Did I mention there was a blizzard?  See for yourself.

My first test as a husband.  Do not drop your bride on her wedding day.  What's funny about this picture is that this was also a fulfillment of one of Ashley's initial misgivings about my husband CV.  When we met, I was suffering from a pretty big back problem and she remarked to her mother, "I'm worried that if I marry David he won't be able to hold/lift our children."  I passed with flying colors - Hiyo!!

Lessons learned:

1.  Marry a beautiful Colorado girl
2. Trust your dad to drive you your wedding, his years of experience behind the wheel will serve you well.
3.  Consider the ramifications of a winter wedding carefully

Anyone else want to join the wedding nostalgia train?  Post your links in the comment section.

shave and a haircut...

WARNING.  These images are not for the faint of heart.  George's hair was getting pretty shabby... and... like his dad and MANY Pulsipher men before him... went the way of the buzz cut.  He looks so friggin cute.

The pictures will do the rest of the talking...

I love my little man.

a proud moment

as a dad...
as a huge bike nerd...
my cup runneth o'er...

busy easter weekend

This may have been the busiest weekend of our entire marriage, and to that point Ashley could not have been happier. She has an insatiable appetite for adventure, events, fanfare, jubilation, sociality and good times.  We had an impromptu, action packed itinerary this weekend that started off with an easter egg hunt.

Like most communities, Bozeman puts on an Easter egg hunt that is probably more akin to a food riot than it is an easter egg hunt.  50,000 eggs gone in 2 minutes.  No joke.  They separate the age groups, which is nice.  You'd think that would mean that George would have a fighting chance to get some eggs... well... not exactly when he's competing against parents doing all of the "hunting" for their kids.  The place was a zoo.

George was holding his own... ok.  Between the mob of egg-hungry helicopter parents George was able to get about 10 eggs.  He was pleased with his effort, but as you can see in the next image the competition was pretty stiff.

This shot perfectly captures the insanity of the event.  A random mom almost clocked George in the head with a basket that is now close to weighing more than her child because of the amount of eggs she had procured on behalf of her child.  Totally nuts.  I don't know if I ever want to do something like this again.  Community events perfectly exemplify the economic principle dubbed the tragedy of the commons. People get crazy when something is being given away for free.  Even if they are plastic eggs with abnormally sized lemon heads in them.  Our private hunt with the neighbors was much more enjoyable.

As soon as it started, it was over. You can see George's bewilderment in what just transpired. It was truly a sight to see. One minute there's a mob, the next George is left to reflect on his narrow escape from blunt force trauma to the head.

Lest you think I'm exaggerating the mania, I put together a panorama of the event just after the crowd had reached its peak in activity.  Click to enlarge!

We were all smiles after the event.  I'd reckon that George's sugar-intake this weekend rivaled any of his young 2 years of living.  The little man sure has a sweet tooth.

After the toddler mosh-pit egg hunt we hit up the bouncy castles.  George had a pretty fun time, despite being the youngest one in the castle and who's trajectory was heavily altered by older patrons of said castle.

Later in the afternoon, we dyed our hands easter eggs.  Ashley made a brilliant call and decided to take operation egg dye outside.  The weather was absolutely heavenly, and as I told anyone who would listen, was probably "the best weather we've had this year."  It was gorgeous.

Here's a cute picture of Ashley.  She was the mastermind behind most of the fun this weekend everything went off without a hitch... well... except one...

George wasn't really interested in using the flimsy little dipper sticks and opted for the more direct approach, his hand.  Exposure of varying colors and times gave George's left hand a lovely Hulk/corpse type hue.  It was absolutely lovely.

Following the sun pattern behind our house, we decided to stretch out the fun and get to work clearing our back yard so we could start our garden and begin phase one construction on our fire pit.

Did I mention how nice the weather was?  It was so nice, that George and neighbor Jackson stripped off their duds and helped their Dads in the mud pit.

George contemplates the garden plans and ultimately decided that we should go with eggplant as opposed to summer squash.

George's vegetable preferences inevitably fell on deaf ears and was clearly perturbed at his father's plans to grow a field of poinsettias instead.

The next morning we did an easter egg hunt before church, just for Jackson and George.  George was a big fan of the eggs.  In fact, every time we transitioned him from his car seat (asleep) to his bed for nap time, the first words out of his mouth would be something to do with eggs or treats.

At one point George's enthusiasm for his egg collection led to a jubilant "shake" of his basket.  Like many times in parenthood, the heavens were opened and I was given a vision of what was just about to happen.

BINGO - eggs everywhere.

A little rushed to head out the door to church, but we had just enough time to take a family picture.  The boys were in matching pink shirts.  It was a great easter weekend and a lot of fun.  We are exhausted.  We hope you all had a great weekend as well.

Spring?

Due to the weird weather of Montana's spring, George and I have kept busy painting, making bread and dreaming of warm weather. I have vowed to not step foot inside our home during the summer-- we can't wait for the sun!