Some Snoeshoes and a Yurt

 

I can't help but post a million pictures.  I don't have to say as much that way.  I've never camped in the winter, gone backpacking, nor have I ever worn snowshoes.  I did all of those things on one short over-nighter with Spencer and some friends.  Oh, and this is our first over-nighter without kids since Miriam.  That's a lot of firsts in a short time. 

 

 

 

 

We have a mustached friend in our neighborhood who decided to make some snowshoes in Spencer's shop and to plan a friend outing to use the snowshoes. Fun idea. We have a metal, wood boiling tube in our garden. It's odd looking, and once, when they weren't thinking, the tube turned into a kind of cannon, with wood, water, and a brick shooting into my backyard neighbor's yard. 

Here's the lovely yurt. If you're going to go camping in the winter, I highly recommend a yurt with a nice woodburning stove inside. It's toasty warm and you don't have to dig out a snow cave to sleep in. Who really wants to do that? Oh, our mustached friend.

The views were wonderful. My heart just sings when I'm out exploring in the mountains. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to live away from mountains again. Did I just jinx myself? 

Here is the only completed pair snowshoes. All the other snowshoes were borrowed. We all need to have a stringing party to learn how to finish our own shoes. I love that they're made of wood. Very old school, in a cool sort of way.
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Just a warning, when you go on a couples camping sort of outing, the men forget that they aren't with the scouts and tell lots of poop and fart stories. And they fart a lot!  We finally had to request that the smells be made outside of the yurt.

My Little Man

Is it March already?  It is.  Well then, I am officially a lame blogger.  I mostly feel like everyday is the same as before and while I enjoy my life, it doesn't seem particularly interesting for others.  (Though, my sister all the way in South Carolina definately deserves updates.  I would be super annoyed if she didn't regularly update her blog.  I love seeing my nephews through her pictures.) 

 



My little baby is now two.  I like to tell others that he's a song and a dance and a kick in the pants.  He is hilarious.  He doesn't fuss and grouch before bed like other two year olds, he belly laughs.  Aaron is the most ticklish child I have ever known.  (Just like his dad, but I didn't tell you that.)

 

Miri decorated his birthday cake          

To balance out all his hilarity and cuteness, this boy has quite the temper.  It takes you by surprise.  In line at the pharmacy, after a particularly long doctor's visit, a woman tried to comfort my little whining Aaron.  She was lucky enough to get a red-face, vein popping scream, "SSSSTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!"  It was terrifying.  He looks a little like Jack-Jack from Incredibles when he's upset.  

 Aaron and Ben are little buddies.  Their very favorite activite is to run laps around the wall that separates our kitchen and front room.  Miriam is his favorite sibling, though.  She's always everyone's favorite.  She is so light and yellow and kind.

 He loves all things with wheels.  Our car rides are full of talks of backhoes, buses, dump trucks, and garbage trucks.

He's really my little man.  Sorry Spence, I'm his favorite for now.  If I am in another part of the house from him, I hear a little voice, "Mommy, where are you? Mommy!"  This morning he stood on my chair just behind me and hugged me while I ate breakfast.  Yes, I think I'll keep him, even though I have threatened to Spencer that I might sell him to the gypsies.