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.

Harvest Festival

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Sundance hosted a Harvest Festival this past Saturday. The music was bluegrass. Stalls sold boutique jewelry, handbags, photography, vegetables, wood crafts and even furniture. Sundance chefs provided the food and the lift was in full swing. Big E particularly enjoyed the Screech owl on display thanks to the local wildlife rescue. It was so cute!

I enjoyed the music and was so excited to see a Gluten Free food stand with samples. Big E is allergic to wheat so we rarely find things he can eat at places like that. I was so excited to give him a cookie that it was only when he was coughing, spitting and getting a rash that I realized my mistake. These cookies had eggs and nuts in them, other allergy foods that we avoid normally. So, we ended the lovely festival by racing home as fast as possible to get Big E some medicine. He’s fine now but I still feel like a bad mom. At least he doesn’t hold grudges, if he can forgive me I’ll make sure to forgive myself.

Red, Yellow, Green and All Colors Between

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On a hike this past Sunday the whole fam got out to enjoy the fall colors. Little g did good in the pack, probably because Mountain Dad had her this time. In the pack with me is another story. The trail we did was the Sundance trail to Stewart Falls. I love hiking this trail, even though I have yet to make it to the falls with the tots. It’s nice because there’s a river that runs alongside for a while, a great distraction for tired tiny hikers. This time of year is especially nice since the colors exploded on the scene. Looking at the mountainside, it’s as if Monet painted an amazing impressionist painting using treetops as brushstrokes.

Bike Riding Adventure

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Big E, little g and I tried something new on this one.  I decided to use our bike trailer that has been sitting on our back porch all summer.  I tried this once in the spring but little g was just too little to enjoy it.  At least I assume that’s what she was trying to communicate with her incessant crying.  On this adventure I planned ahead a little more with toys, snacks and distractions all of which helped it be a success.
We started at the Bridal Veil Falls parking lot.  Unloading the bike and trailer by myself was awkward but doable, unlike the very first steep section of the path.  Did you know that towing an extra 50 pounds of trailer and children makes you ride a lot slower?  Well, you do now.  I don’t want to discourage anyone from trying this themselves so be assured that I only had to walk a short while – the rest of the trail to Vivian Park was flat, smooth and along the beautiful Provo River.
We took a picnic, rode 30 minutes to Vivian Park and played and at on their playground.  It was the perfect amount of strapped in time compared to out running around time.  The day was beautiful, the path shady, the river and Bridal Veil Falls were awesome.  All in all a perfect late summer activity.
Later, at home we found a cool caterpillar too.  It’s the fuzziest thing I’ve ever seen and is perfect for Halloween with its black and orange coloring.  We brought it inside in a cardboard box and within an hour found out that caterpillars can climb out of cardboard boxes.  It is now lost in my house somewhere, probably dead, poor guy.  If I ever find it I’ll let you know.