Lucy weighs 29 pounds. I carried her on my back up and down rocky terrain for four miles. In flip flops.
Claire got blisters on both feet...was still pretty tough until she fell on a prickly cactus thing and got tons of hair-like slivers in her hand. It was all downhill after that.
Max about died because he needed to go to the bathroom so bad and was embarrassed to go in the bushes.
Elle about died because she too needed to go to the bathroom so bad...luckily so bad that she had no qualms about going behind a bush.
Claire needed to go to the bathroom so bad that I think she peed a little in her pants and didn't mind one bit...but was pretty stinky.
Dave got caught up at work and couldn't come along.
Lucy decided from her view on my back that my ears looked like great toys. She scratched them to smithereens. And then went for my neck. It's going to look like I have a bunch of hickies tomorrow. Note to self: cut her fingernails.
Grace fell and scraped her knee.
Max & Elle whined and cried because they didn't want to go on the hike. They wanted to stay home and play with friends.
Max playfully punched Elle in the stomach in the car en route to the hike. Elle almost decided she needed to go to the hospital she was so upset about it.
Lucy screamed pretty much the entire car ride...a total of about an hour.
Yeah, I know, doesn't sound so perfect. But to me to me it was. Because I think "perfect" is perfect because you appreciate the good stuff even more when you have the bad stuff to compare it to.
The weather was gorgeous...a little hot at first but perfect when we started our decent.
My two brothers came along: the one who lives here and one who's visiting from St. George with his wife and three kids. And her sister, husband and baby came too. With all those adults we weathered the tired, skinned-knee kids just fine. Josh even carried Claire on his shoulders most of the time.Although Lu was darn heavy, I LOVED hearing her babble away so sweetly in my scraped up ears. She also felt the need to give me the sweetest little pats on my shoulder every so often.
Max and Elle, lately too busy with their own different friends to hang out together much, stuck together, scrambling up ahead of everyone happily climbing up nearby boulders and exploring. I love to watch them together.
Grace and her cousin Ana go together like peanut butter and jelly. They can't be separated. It melted my heart to watch them holding hands and talking together through much of the hike. (Those times when they weren't whining about skinned knees.)
My sister-in-law drove with me and patiently carried on a full-on conversation with me, completely un-phased by Lucy's screaming. I love moms.
I got to be with my kids again, after missing them for six days on the cruise (pictures from that later). I adore these sweet children I get to hang with...skinned knees, whining, fighting and all. Because they're mine. I dreamed of them since I was younger than they are. And I get to be their mother.
So, my epiphany was that perfection comes in many varieties. And it's made up with the good and the bad. And to me that's motherhood. Crazy things happen every single day. But that's what I signed up for. And I love it.