1st Half of April 2020
I felt like life got “busy” again in April, yet we hardly leave the house.
I felt like life got “busy” again in April, yet we hardly leave the house.
We kicked off September with a Labor Day trip to Maroon Bells. This was a trip we’d planned 6 months in advance because that’s how far in advance you have to reserve campsites.
Over Labor Day weekend, we went on a backpacking trip in Rocky Mountain National Park. We had really good timing, driving through an afternoon thunderstorm that cleared up a few minutes before we pulled into the trailhead parking lot.
Buckle up, July was a month brimming with fun and excitement. (I understand if that sentence doesn’t hold true to you the way it does for me. Feel free to just browse the pictures if that’s all the stamina you have.)
Six weeks ago, we went on a camping trip where I re-sprained the ankle I injured in the spring. I wasn’t doing anything exciting, just taking a step down on a hike. It caught me off guard. There I lay on the ground writhing in pain with my family, equally surprised, staring at me. The injury sent me down a 4-6 week path of limited exercise. I spent two weeks in a boot and two weeks in an intense brace….
I’m not one of those moms that counts down the days till school starts. I’ve mentioned it before, harped on it really, but I love summer and I’m always sad to see it end. This year I found myself dreading the start of school even more than usual. I was so vocal about it that Noel told me on multiple occasions, “You know, life isn’t over when school starts. We can still have fun.” As I contemplated my overwhelming feelings…
We aren’t big New Year’s people. I’m guessing it has something to do with being non-fancy-non-drinking-morning-people, but at least one of of us is really into New Year’s resolutions. I love the metaphorical clean slate and writing up a slew of goals for how I could be better. Even if I only meet a fraction of them, I still feel like I accomplished more than I would have if I hadn’t set any goals. (Clearly, blogging more was not one of…
I remember looking at my father like he had lost his mind. “You can’t go to a gas station without a car, it’s, it’s . . . it’s insane!” I protested, flashing my most dramatic “you’re-ruining-my-life” face. Dad was unrelenting and in the end, I furiously walked the 2.5 blocks to the gas station to fill the gas can so I could mow the lawn. Truthfully, it wasn’t a task that asked too much of me. I was old enough to drive…
In spite of having a father that has a slight obsession with bicycles, I’ve always been a little timid about riding my own. I squeeze my brakes for dear life when going downhill and am skittish in traffic. As long as I have a patient companion I’ll venture out and generally have a good time, but rarely go by myself. Noel has gotten really good at riding his bike to do all kinds of errands and quite frankly I was…
Last weekend we drove to Utah for a quick trip to see my sister graduate with a Masters of Social Work from the University of Utah. Logistically, the whole thing was a bit of a fiasco, but once it unfolded it was quite fun. We’d found a great deal on a rental car, that according to our calculations would actually cost less to rent and drive than to drive our 18-year-old car. (See what a difference fuel efficiency can make?)…