Bear Lake

                                                                                                    

 

   

Bear lake was fun.  I didn't take many pics so I added a couple from last year.  I took some on my phone but i have no idea how to get them to my computer. 

What makes Bear Lake so great is the lack of commercialism (however, I wouldn't mind a great seafood restaurant!).  It also amazes me how the color of the water can change with the weather.  Anyone know what makes the lake so blue?

The pics are of Wes,  flying high, Carson, donning a really old scuba mask, and the boys enjoying the beach.

Oh, and about that first picture, we did do some kayaking but had no idea the Bear lake monster was indeed a shark.  heehee:)

My first Tri

Busy week but no pictures. Why?  When you want nicer pictures you tend to buy a nicer, bulkier camera.  But if your a minimalist like myself, it's very hard to take the camera places because of it's size.  I rarely like to take more things with me than I have to.  So if anyone knows of a tiny camera that takes great pictures, let me know!!!!

I also did my first Triathlon....and try I did.  The Deer Creek Triathlon was a great race to do a first tri. It was low key and so beautiful.  My only anxiety was getting in the frigid lake at 6:30 am.  Luckily, the water temp was warmer than the air temp and not near what I expected. Wes, as usual, never dons a wetsuit, the toughest guy I know and did the swim quickly.  

I have to admit there was one point where I thought, " what am I doing here out in the middle of the lake at 6:30 am???"

Thanks to Dory from "Finding Nemo" for the mantra that kept me going, "just keep swimming, swimming swimming...."   

The bike ride was fun.  It was hard to stay focused on the trail when it was such a nice sunrise over the lake.   But the frequent cattle crossing and sandy washouts kept my full attention.  

The transition from bike to run went fine until two people wearing tennis shoes on the bike caught up and jumped off their bikes and started the run.  Okay, so there's is on tiny annoyance with clipless pedals and that's having to change them but anyone will tell you it's worth it.

I ended up doing the run a bit slower than anticipated but I wasn't pushing it hard.  I couldn't.  There's something that happens to your whole psyche (and physical body for that matter) when you find out your pregnant the day before a race.  Yessirree.    So I took it easy and it turned out to be a fun, enjoyable race.  I placed 7th in women of only about 50 participants. I most likely won't be doing the Xterra Tri now, morning sickness isn't the best  training partner. There's always next year.  For now i am shifting my sights on the excitement that only a new little life being can provide.  

And now for a week in Bear Lake.  ahhhhh.

Little Gimpy

Morgan woke up this morning with as he put it, "a headache in his foot," and he couldn't walk on it. Yesterday he'd been jumping off his playhouse in the morning  so I think that's when the injury occured.  Yet he spent the rest of the day running around at Cherry Hill so we didn't know he had a hurt foot.   

So off to the doctor we went to get a splint.   Morgan says, "will you push me around in my fire truck, i just can't walk very well with my foot like this, but I'm trying to be brave."

Morgan is not too happy with the splint but is such a positive little fellow and smiled for the picture when I said, "say cheese, Mr. Bigfoot!"    

Why isn't there a song about no more monkeys jumping off playhouses? 

Weekend in PC

One of the best things about having kids is that old things are fun again.  The alpine slide in Park City thrilled the boys.  Wes took Carson and I took Morgan and we raced down the track. It is so fun to see their excitement, now that they are old enough to ride the lift up.  Morgan loved seeing the mountains from high on the lift and said, "I just want to take Park City home with me!"  It was a fun weekend visiting Wes who had been up there working all week.   We even went and saw the BYU runners coming in first at the relay race. All I have to say is wow!  

Maybe we will do it next year when Wes' knee gets healed up!

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Death to the Crayon

if you have ever had a problem on whether or not to get rid of some clothes, here's a suggestion, throw a crayon in the laundry, preferably a bright red one.  For extra punch, pretend not to see the crayon and make sure it gets into the dryer.   You will be amazed at the damage such a little thing can do, and there will be no other option but to throw the whole load out!   Extra points for throwing in your husbands favorite shirt.   

    Crayons.   They ruin laundry,  wood floors, and walls.  In kindergarten, we were given crayons that were too big to put our little fingers around, it didn't make sense.  They don't color well unless you push hard, then they break, ending up in the bucket with the crayons with no wrappers, and no one likes those.   And the whole "crayon" or "cren" pronunciation  thing, they just don't deserve the debate.   If you have ever asked for art supplies as a kid, you most likely got a box of crayons.   An art supply? They are sticks of colored wax waiting to ruin the world.  I remember watching a show on how a crayon was made in my little years and it was entertaining, probably the only reason I remotely liked using them.   But it is high time for the crayon to go, to be melted down into pretty little candles or something. 

There is no picture to post, I don't want to remember the lost laundry load.

How does the garden grow

A garden; 

Something requiring lots of care, hard work, some sense, and eyes in the back of your head.   Will sprout weeds of terror when not looking. May cause sunburn, sore back and frustration. When properly cared for, may give great returns.  See also children.

So this year we started a little experimental garden in our backyard.  So far, we lost a few to frostbite, but most are still green and growing, I hope!  Morgan was thrilled to pick out some vegetables, his favorite, watermelon.  We dug the hole and Morgan placed the little plant in and carefully packed the dirt around it.  In a little whisper he said, "There, little watermelon, nice and cozy."  He then asked if the plants had little voices.  "Why, I said, are you hearing some"?

Each day we check the garden,  Morgan says, "oooh! look at the little baby peas!"

Little Carson has no problem digging out weeds, not to mention some plants too.  

My favorite are the grapevines. I love how they grow, wild and free,  making little places for the kids to hide under, and eat yummy grapes. If that's not enough, homemade grape juice can't be beat.  

There is something mildy euphoric about gardening,  whether it's the interaction with a forgiving earth, helping in the creation of something living, or just being outside enjoying the blessings around us.   Maybe, like raising kids, it's just the satisfaction of working towards something good, with each day as a chance to do better, a challenge to overcome, a continual hope that one day it will all pay off....