I know that somewhere in the arctic there are polar bears swimming for days because of this phenomenon, but I can't help but enjoy it's offshoots. These pictures were taken about a week apart. Yep, those kiddos are wearing short sleeve shirts as we tromps through the back woods of our neighborhood. (Although it was a fun diversion, it originally was a hopeful shortcut home from a park in a not so nearby neighborhood.) The best picture was taken mentally by me. After lifting three kids up the side of a stream's bank, I realized that I had to hoist my 7 month pregnant self up that same bank that was ribcage high. My two options were enlisting all the kids help (not likely since the biggest one was Mia and she's a whopping 40 lbs) and the other was a flimsy twig dangling out of some soft dirt. It was impressive I'm sure or at least I imaged it to be so.
Then today we had a downfall of Utah proportions. So much so that I found myself drifting off into reminiscing land throughout the day. I kept smelling the bus exhaust of good old 801 Northbound as it carried our rented snowboarding gear to Salt Lake. I could almost feel the tension of waiting to mount the ski lift for the first time and the apprehension of making it off at the top without taking seven people out on your way down. I even started explaining it to Tiago and Mia. They were sweet enough to listen attentively and even ask for more of the story. We looked kind of rag tag in our "snow gear", but who cares. Mia was into eating the snow and making a snow baby. Tiago was spitting out snow left and right and digging the snow shovel. We (I should say it was just me) made our family out of snow. Here we are behind our respective snow person.
