The Mountain
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I'm sorry for Steve that the boat is not fixed yet, but I am totally loving that we have been able to spend more time on the mountain this year. Last week we went up to Foy lake twice, the first time we just fished and cooked dinner with my family. Then that weekend we decided to pull the camper up and do it right. We had a great time both trips. The Saturday that we were camping we decided to load all of us onto our 4 wheeler and take the trail up to Shay Mountain. Good thing we have a pretty tough 4 wheeler.
For the kids, the best part of our rides are always the breaks, where they get a little snack and relax. This time the football made the ride with us.
Kade is seriously getting too big for the type of slings I've been using, but I love him being so close. I always feel like I have such a precious view from my vantage point, I tried to share.
Does this look like a good trail for a family of six? Ya, it was super rough. Needless to say, they kids and I walked up much of the trail. You can't exactly bail off if it starts to roll when you're holding onto four kids.
A mini break.
I think she loves the mountain as much as I do.
When my family came up for dinner, my mom was in charge of dessert. She decided to make donuts. Bronsen loved it. She was nice to let him help, and now he thinks we should have donuts at every cookout.
What I've learned in my 7+ years of parenting little boys, is that no matter how many times you tell them, or burn their sticks, they will always find another one to poke the fire with.
Does life get any better? Sharing a salad with a cousin.
He's always rolling around in the dirt. He hasn't been feeling well and I teased that he probably caught some virus from all of the dirt, leaves, rocks, sticks, and who knows what else he's always putting in his mouth. I truly hope I'm wrong, because #1, that's just disgusting, and #2, he's got a lot more trips to the woods before he's done with that stage.
If you can't find us at home most likely we're gone to the mountain again. . .






