Welcome Winter

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Pristine and beautiful. What a site to wake up to.

Jykell and Hyde Child

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The forest can’t decide if it’s fall or winter
We enjoyed the most wonderful weather earlier this week.  T-shirts, shorts, jackets in the evening.  It was beautiful.  So beautiful, in fact, that to stay inside any longer would’ve been a crime so Big E, little g and I went out to explore. 
At first I was a happy hiker, soaking in the rays, strolling along with my kids.  Big E was chatting about sticks and rocks and little g was content with her pacifier.  Fifteen minutes in, we stopped for a picnic (any eating outside is described as a picnic at our house) of applesauce packets, baby mum mums and freeze dried yogurt bites.  Life was great.  Until…
We cleaned up and put little g back in the pack.  Awkwardly I got the pack on and started to stand up.  At that moment a strange wind blew…not really but something weird clicked in Big E’s head.  He jumped on my lap and said, “Carry me!”  
As much as I would have liked to carry an extra 60 pounds between Big E, little g and the pack I knew I had my limits so I said, “Sorry buddy.  You’ll have to walk.”  The only thing I could think of that was worse than carrying both kids was falling onto one while squishing the other in the pack. 
Big E said, “NOOOOOO!  CARRY ME!  I WANT YOU TO CARRY ME TOO!” while clutching my now straightened leg so tightly that I was not able to walk without tripping.  All my maternal logic could not convince my 3, almost 4 year old that he really did want to walk.  He cried, complained, begged and threatened to hit me.  Finally I said, “If you keep this up I will leave you here and come back after I drop little g off at home.”  Not my best moment, but he let go of my leg long enough to walk 10 paces before starting up again. 
I tried bribery, distraction, singing, playing follow the leader; anything I could think of to make Big E stop fixating on wanting to be held.  We finally ended up hobbling up to our house with him still clutching my leg.  
What had started as a beautiful morning walk in the woods turned into a terrible Jykell and Hyde moment for all of us.  

First Snow of the Season!

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First Snow of the Season

We’ve had a number of family birthdays this month, including little g’s first.  With every candle that needed blowing out Big E made a wish.  The same wish each time.

“I wish for snow.”
Last week his wish came true.  We got three inches or so which Ethan quickly packed, threw, bulldozed and thouroughly enjoyed.  As I tried to find coats, boots, gloves, and hats for all of us I realized that perhaps I’m not quite ready for this winter.  Little g ended up wearing a coat twice her size, with sleeves down to her knees.  Big E luckily still fits into last year’s.  
Living in the mountains means winter here is pretty extreme.  Usually I like things to the extreme – watching extreme sports, sitting in an extremely warm hottub, other such things.  I’m just not sure I’m ready for freezing every time I open the front door and digging my way to the car.  Mostly I’m not looking forward to the bundling of me, Big E and little g.  As any mom of young children knows it already takes 20 minutes to carry the diaper bag, purse, library books, reuseable shopping bags, and kids toys to the car, load both children into their seats, buckle everyone in, clean off the snow and ice, stomp around to my seat and finally warm up the car to above freezing.  Add to that putting on gloves, coats, hats and boots and you can see why I’ll be spending all my time at home this winter.  Just kidding…kinda.
Big E’s big snowball
Little g did not like the snow…
but Big E couldn’t get enough.

My Best Laid Plans

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In an attempt to enjoy the outdoors and exercise I thought I would take my kids on a bike ride. Our last bike adventure was a great success – Big E and little g got along even in the confines of a tight bike trailer. We enjoyed a relatively flat trail with a waterfall, trees and a river to look at. The bike ride went to a park where we had a picnic. Overall last time was a perfect experience that I was looking to repeat.

However…
Biking with kids takes much more preparation than other activities. I first had to switch the car seats from our car into the truck. Then I packed a picnic, got all of us dressed in warmer clothes and loaded everyone in. Finally I went to load the bike and trailer. It was only then that I saw my flat tire. After searching out the pump and wrestling with the attachment I got my bike pumped up. By now it was 40 minutes later than I had wanted to be, my kids were sick of the car, we hadn’t even left the driveway yet and I was frustrated. We finally got on the road headed toward Bridal Veil Falls.

In the parking lot I unloaded our bike and trailer and realized how cold it is in the shadow of the mountain. Provo canyon, while beautiful, is a canyon after all and the temperature was around 50 degrees. No problem, I thought, I had planned a picnic blanket after all, that could keep the kids warm. Hooking up the bike and trailer of course took some time. Little g did not want to sit in her carseat anymore and Big E wanted a snack. While trying to keep kids happy I noticed that I had neglected to check the air in the trailer tires, both of which were of course flat. So while Big E and little g ate and cried I tried pumping up the trailer tires and one just wouldn’t work.

It’ll be fine, I thought and loaded the kids. Pushing the bike up the steep beginning section (with 50 extra pounds of children and trailer) was enough to convince me that it would not be fine. The tire was flat, little g was cold and crying, I was also cold and also close to crying. The time had come to recognize my defeat. We returned to the car, now dangerously close to lunchtime and the crankiness that precedes it. I suggested a quick walk on the trail instead of a bike ride but Big E just said, “I want to stay in the car.”. Little g said, “WAAAAaaaaa!”

That was it. My great waste of a morning. I tried my best, and isn’t that really what motherhood’s all about?

PS- The photo of my kids happy in their carseats was taken after sitting in the warm car eating our picnic lunch for 20 minutes. Not my idea of a great outdoors moment.