I wish I would get back on the picture bandwagon... I'm now remembering how if I want to get one good picture, I need to take 50. (or maybe just get some skills...) and that completely didn't happen while Jay's family was in town.
When you're holding a baby with grabby-hands, taking pictures is rather difficult.
Jay's little sister K did a report in school about the Anasazi, and she knew there were some in Utah (I didn't...) and wanted us to make a special trip to see where they lived. My mother-in-law found a couple of places in Utah we could go- the
Anasazi State Park Museum and the
Fremont Indian State Park. I called a guy at the latter to ask about each of them and he said the former was a small outdoor exhibit and the latter was a large indoor museum with a kids' area and a nearby short "hike" with a view of petroglyphs.
We opted for the second, because it sounded better for our young kids and it was only 2 hours away, vs. almost 4 hours.
It ended up being really cool, and a totally doable day-trip for the kids (surprisingly... I'm not usually so brave to travel that far with them) BUT I somehow didn't realize, until I got there, that the Fremont Indians are NOT Anasazi. (duh) However, a lot of commentary throughout the museum would compare the Fremont to the Anasazi, so I guess we did learn a bit about both afterall.
In the kids section, they had a hut mimicking the kind of huts they lived in for kids to play in, with some activities much like their daily activities - weaving for one. They also had microscopes set up with a lot of pottery, arrowhead, and other samples to look at.
There was a huge window with a beautiful view of some rocks with petroglyphs on them, but you could also just walk outside and look at them fairly close-up. The desk had a free guide you could take that would give you more information based on some numbers they had on the (.25 mile) trail.
I didn't check my camera settings on this next one, so it's way over exposed, but you can kind of see people crawling down into a replica of what their underground huts looked like. There was also a granary.
All in all, it was very cool, and worth the $6 per car and 2 hour drive each way. It also helped that the place was completely empty, until we were about to leave, and so I wasn't worried about my kids disturbing other people.
We ate lots of good food - including convincing the McCarthy's to deviate from their usual Chinese-food-on-New-Years' tradition by introducing K to the wonders of sushi. (turns out, she's not a fan) It's funny, they were surprised that we didn't have to order our food in the afternoon. Apparently, Chinese food on New Years' Eve is a "thing" back East, so you have to plan ahead, or get your food closer to midnight.
We celebrated the "New Year" at about 6:30 so our kids could go to bed on time. :) K helped me get the supplies and she thought Silly String was an essential part of the holiday, much to my chagrin and the kids' delight. ;)
K and I got to spend that entire day shopping together. It was very fun and made me realize how long it's been since I've been shopping, girls only, without the kids.
K also was begging to go try out the ropes course at Provo Beach Resort, and so I said I'd go with her.
It's hard to get a sense of what it's like, but you're either 2 or 3 stories up, trying to balance across various obstacles- the whole time being harnased.
It was pretty fun and not really that scary, except when I tried to walk across things without using my hands- then, all of a sudden my heart would race and I'd realize how high up I was.
The kids had to, of course, ride the $1 carousel. This was Hazel's first time on one. I couldn't really see her face to tell if she enjoyed it, but she wasn't crying so....
Peach, on the other hand, LOVED IT and begged for more.
We went swimming a couple of times and not pictured here is our second swimming session cut short because Jay was showing me his "dolphin" and swam across the entire pool underwater, with his eyes closed. (that last part I didn't know until...) And he swam straight into the cement side of the pool. Despite urging from myself and his mom, Jay sided with his dad (
also a doctor-phobe) and opted to not get stitches because the idea of spending 8 hours in an emergency room on a Saturday didn't sound fun. I secured it pretty well with 2 butterfly bandages and he didn't touch it for the whole week he was out of town. Now there is just a mark... we shall see if it scars or not.
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| Peach jumping in! |
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| mmmm. chlorine... |
As I briefly mentioned a couple of posts ago, we got to spend a couple of extra days with his family because their flight was cancelled due to a major snowstorm in Boston. As annoying as it is to have a change of plans like that, we were all glad, especially the kids, for a bit more time with Nanie and Gampie :)
Will someone please please remind me to get a group shot of everyone next time we're together?!!
thanks :)
stories book I bring to church each week. She was sitting next to Jay, and he told me about this afterward. This took me a bit by surprise because we talked about the story of David and Goliath for Family Home Evening a few weeks ago so I had hoped that she would see the picture and recognize the story. This is the story she told herself instead. 
