Along for the ride were: Papa, Uncle D, Tio E, Tia M, Primo S, Prima K and sweet baby C. It was a reunion of sorts, because my aunt and uncle and their son and his family, had not seen my family since before the pandemic!
We followed my uncle to a new spot he had recently camped at. The forest was a brilliant green with wildflowers everywhere! This is an uncommon sight for an Arizona Forest in August. The past few years the forest has had a strict no-burn policy because of wildfires. We were so fortunate to have the luxury of a wood fire at our campsite.
The kids loved running around with their younger cousin. The boys followed M around and she enjoyed being the leader of the Primo Pack. They explored the area surrounding our campsite, swung each other in hammocks, and stole marshmallows from our kitchen tent. It was a joy to see the kids playing with one of their cousins.
My husband and I had a chance to get a dirt bike ride in together. I rode M’s 80cc Yamaha even though it’s a bit too small from me. We twisted through some single-track routes in the forest and came upon an old cabin. The cabin was likely from the 1920s or 1930s and despite its missing floorboards, windows, and doors, you could walk through it and wonder what the cabin looked like in the glory days of its existence. I thought about who lived, worked, and slept there. Who cared for the property and served the guests of this grand old building. Down the road from the structure was a tiny cabin with a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and small porch. Was it a servant’s corner? There were no plaques providing information other than “archaeological site” which was slightly disappointing.
Once we returned home, my dad sent me a link to a description of the Apache Maid Cabin. The home-site we were exploring is actually called T-Bar Ranch House. Both structures were wired for electricity and there appeared to be an old, rusty generator buried in sand. I look forward to returning to take more photos of the structure. When my husband and I were first dating, we would take our jeep out and explore ghost towns and abandoned homesteads.
One thing I did, which I am not accustomed to, was fire some weapons at targets. My cousin enjoys firearms, and brought a few along. When my family camps, we bring dirt bikes or mountain bikes, when other people camp, they bring firearms. I have mixed feelings about guns, I see why people enjoy them, but I think it is too easy for them to fall into the wrong hands. I see why people feel powerful when a gun is in their hands, but after all of the mass shootings, domestic violence murders, and living in fear of sending my children to school every day, or being gunned down while grocery-shopping, I become angry at the political bickering, and lack of regulation for such a dangerous tool.
Full-disclosure, with my husband being a veteran, my family has a few firearms of our own, but they stay locked up. Sometimes, I’m not sure why we have them, but there they sit, in the safe, waiting for… who knows? Anyway, my cousin loaded a handgun for me and showed me how to operate it. The elders made sure the kids were far away and not within range of the targets. I put on eye and ear protection and aimed at a few cans we had lined up against a bluff. My heart pounded in my ears as I rose my arms and clutched the trigger. I steadied myself, aimed and fired. The kickback wasn’t too bad, and I fired off 10 rounds. OK, I get it. That’s a hell of a feeling. My adrenaline was running high. Wow. When I was done, I thanked my cousin for providing me with the tutorial and ammunition, and my aunt stepped up to pop off a few rounds.
The last evening of our trip, I set up my tripod in a southwest-facing meadow to try some light-painting and star trails. My uncle came over to gaze at the stars, and he and I were blessed with witnessing one of the most beautiful, bright comets streak across the sky! It felt like a little nod from the heavens and we felt fortunate to have seen it. I will cherish that shared moment.
Throughout the rest of that evening, my cousin and uncle blasted music and talked around the fire. By the time I went to bed, there was no room left for me to sleep, so I ended up sleeping in the back of the Subie, which was surprisingly comfortable and quiet. I pulled the sunroof cover open, and gazed at the stars until I fell asleep.
In the morning we were treated to a culinary delight prepared by Uncle D. Chorizo, eggs, veggies and big tortillas to bundle the meal up in. A perfect breakfast to prepare us for the tasks ahead. Breaking down camp is never fun, but we packed up before large storm clouds overtook our camp.
Thank you for a wild and interesting trip!
These Viejitos used to load up their backpacks and hike to Phantom Ranch, Havasupai and backpack in the Superstition Mountains in the 80s and early 90s. Here they are, in their 60s and 70s, still enjoying nature and tents with their kids and grandkids. LOVE!
Sweet, old, Sheba getting loves from Kind Katherine.
Cruz is one handsome little boy. What a sweetheart!
Papa is the best for joining us on this trip.
It was hilarious to see my Tio and Tia with a shotgun and axe. They were out collecting firewood, and hunting for wild turkeys.
My goodness, these dogs were SO dirty. Mud everywhere. Cody and Sheba were covered in it. Mimi steered clear from the water. Thanks Mimi!
Mother and son, as one?
"Burn baby, BURN!" - Uncle D
I can't wait to see you again, gorgeous Milky Way!
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I have been practicing basic training with him for the past few months and he has improved. He will hold a sit-stay for at least 1 minute, and doesn’t seem to mind wearing shirts. Costumes make him nervous, and he wants to hide in the corner like he’s being punished.
When I brought out the paper, lights and treats, Cody was all in and his fears went away. He gladly sat on the paper and looked directly into the camera. Much to my surprise, Sheba changed her mind about hating having her photo taken! I was shocked. This dog ran, fearing for her life the one time I brought her to a PetSmart photo shoot several years ago. Whenever I bused out my camera for casual photos around the house, she always turned away.
Bring out the food, and see Cody receiving rewards? She’s all in. Change is possible in those twilight years. Way to go, Sheebs.
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We received what we wished for on our birthday, rain!
I found an adorable hotel near my sister’s apartment in one of the beach towns near Los Angeles. The price was right, and we found a weekend my husband could take time off work. We loaded the Subie up and headed west.
The way out, we were supposed to meet my Aunt for a late lunch/early dinner. Fate had a different plan. Three accidents along the I-10 added an additional two and a half to our drive, and we had to reschedule. My aunt was understanding, but I felt horrible, and I was excited to meet her at one of the breweries by her home. We made the most of it, and with cranky kids in tow, we made it to our hotel as the sun began to dip down to the horizon line west of the Pacific Ocean.
The Hotel Hermosa had some sketchy reviews online, but none of them proved to be true for our experience. I loved it and will absolutely be back! We were even blessed with an ocean-facing room with a balcony. I couldn’t be happier, especially since our visit in 2020 didn’t go so well. The hotel was kitschy and hipster-esque, with a specious outdoor lounge area. Pool tables, cornhole, fire rings and plush seats were available for guests to enjoy. The room had comfy beds, and a mini fridge for us to store all of our snacks and local beer. The hotel was directly across from a market similar to the Whole Foods stores we have in Arizona. Their craft beer selection was out of this world! I tried so many new brews from Southern California breweries.
Later that evening, my sister and her boyfriend graciously met us at the hotel patio with pizzas. So much pizza. We hung out in the refreshing ocean breeze. We sat outside and caught up with each other over drinks while the kids ran around crazily. The next day, I met up with my sister for a Hermanas 10K run. We ran three miles from the pier by her house, all the way to the beach north of her area. I felt invigorated and alive running along the footpath. The 70 degree weather also made it wonderful.
We headed to the beach in the afternoon and met up with two of our cousins. LAS PRIMAS! What a great way to spend time catching up. The So-Cal beer gave me a little too much boldness and I ran into the ocean, promptly being knocked over by a huge wave and losing my prescription sunglasses in the water. Oops! The ocean ate my glasses!
We wrapped up the day and found a delightful deli with delicious sandwiches and pasta dishes. My son grabbed my camera and began photographing everything, and everyone in sight. A group of college-aged adults were waiting for their food and laughed as he posed them for photos. A group of VW Van enthusiasts stopped for a bite to eat and we enjoyed the different sights and sounds.
The next day I wanted to go back to the beach, but my daughter and husband were slightly crispy from too much sunshine, and pumiced from too much sand. The last place they wanted to go was the beach! L
An alternative plan was crafted and my sister met us for a trip to the California Science Center. We watched an IMAX Movie and were in awe of the Endeavor space shuttle and other displays and exhibits. I highly recommend the California Science Center to anyone with kids. Our kids didn’t want to leave!
The next day it was time to drive home, and this time we had the traffic gods on our side. It took a little over 40 minutes to drive to my Aunt’s house to take her to breakfast before we headed out again.
Thank you for the hospitality, I miss you already my California Familia!
The morning was peaceful, and we heard the sounds of birds calling to each other. As we meandered through the trails of succulents and wildflowers, we felt the temperature drop in the more heavily vegetated areas. Butterflies fluttered around us and we saw several different species as they pollinated the flowers and plants.
Trails throughout each exhibit were smooth, and wheelchair accessible. My mother-in-law had no trouble walking along the paths and several benches were strategically placed for easy rest time between sections. There were also water bottle refill stations at the restrooms which made staying hydrated easy.
I was unsure how the kids would react to walking around a peaceful garden, but they did very well. Our son enjoyed chasing lizards and dipping his fingers into the fountains throughout the property. The children’s area was not open during our visit, but it would be worth checking out.
Bring plenty of water and snacks if you plan a trip during the warmer months. By 9:30 it was close to 100 degrees, and we decided to end our visit.
The kids and I greeted her at the airport terminal. It was the first time I stepped foot inside Sky Harbor since 2019. I felt in awe as we watched planes takeoff and land. The kids enjoyed running around the large waiting area, and commenting on the art installments and travelers passing through. We saw a tall woman with a brightly-colored shirt on emerge from the gates and I felt tears well up in my eyes.
The kids ran to her, and there were some happy tears shed by all of us. The kids have missed their grandma so much.
We spent the week swimming and taking little adventures. Meemaw baked my mom a beautiful cake for her birthday and my uncle cooked us a delicious meal while the kids swam in Nana and Papa’s backyard pool. Meemaw and Nana had fun catching up and spoiling their grandkids. My children are so lucky to have both sets of grandparents who are active in their lives and so doting on them.
The next day we drove to Seven Springs and the kids cooled off in what was left of the little pool at the campground. It was relaxing to picnic amongst the shady cottonwoods. Despite the heat in Phoenix, it was about 10 degrees cooler in the Tonto National Forest. Because of the warmth, there was hardly anyone around and we had the campground to ourselves.
When I found out Meemaw was planning a visit, I booked a tour at the Desert Botanical Gardens. Meemaw has a beautiful garden surrounding her property in Indiana. I wanted her to see how plants grow and thrive in a desert climate. We got an early start, and the kids did surprisingly well as we toured the grounds. Toward the end of the tour it was heating up quickly and the kids were hangry.
My husband found a lovely restaurant called The Ranch House Grille off of Thomas road in the southern part of the Arcadia neighborhood. They had one of the best breakfasts I have enjoyed for a long, long, time. It was also virtually empty on a Tuesday morning!
We took the rest of our time easy and walked the dogs around the desert trails surrounding our neighborhood. When it was time to say goodbye, M shed tears and asked when we can visit Meemaw in Indiana. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
The dogs were cooperative and one morning I hit my favorite part of the trail just as the sunlight crested the ridge of the little mountain. Four dogs is quite a bit of work, but it was nice for Cody to have his brother to play with. I could tell their mom was happy to have a break from being Cody's playmate.
All of the dogs are snuggle bugs and we spent the evenings relaxing with Cody, his brother and Shima. The kids lost a few toys due to the extra chewing, but hopefully it serves as a reminder to pick up after themselves. Thanks for the motivation, Sparky!
Mama on the chase! Shima has such short legs, but most of her babies ended up taller than her.
Loves to Mama dog from her son, Sparky. She's the leader of our pack.
Sheba is 10-years-old, but frisky as ever. Before we adopted Cody and Shima, she had no interest in walks. Now she's out with the pack every morning, and keeping up for 2 to 3 miles. It's amazing to see her rejuvenation from being around the younger dogs.
Much to my dismay, Sheba has never cared much for portraits.
Handsome, snuggly, talkative Sparky!
]]>My sister and I rented out all 4 cabins for our family. They are cute, two room buildings with a queen bed, two bunk beds, a fridge, microwave and large covered patio. They also have a picnic table and fire ring. For those worried about digging a hole in the woods, the state park offers a clean bathroom with toilets and showers that are maintained daily. If there's a bathroom, I consider it a luxury!
I am one of the few women I know who enjoy camping, and enjoy camping in a tent, sleeping on the ground. That line in Cowboy Take Me Away, "I want to sleep on the hard ground, in the comfort of your arms, on a pillow of blue bonnets, and a blanket made of stars..." has spoken to me since I first heard that song. However, the beds were so comfortable! I was pleased to have two full nights of rest on a real bed, and a door to separate us and the kids! I still love my tent and the wilderness experience, but this was a nice change.
We took the Big Room tour and the tours were limited to 10 people and you had to wear a mask. It was a relaxing tour into the cave and I loved seeing M in awe of her surroundings and how she marveled at the natural formations and story of how the cave was discovered and protected. CJ was too young, so my uncle graciously took him back to the cabins and spent time watching him until my parents and sister were done with their tours.
The evenings were spent laughing and enjoying the cool breeze. My sister and I got two hikes in and even saw herds of deer scurrying up the steep mountainside. I cannot wait to come back here and explore more. I highly encourage anyone taking a trip to Tucson to consider checking out Kartchner Caverns State Park. It's truly a natural wonder and something I am so proud to see protected and cared for so that future generations may enjoy it.
My favorite people in the whole world. We were celebrating being vaccinated and being able to enjoy the world again!
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So much for the tile-cleaning we had done last winter. LOL!
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The kids explored the creek with our dog, Cody. We left the older girls at home with our pet sitter since Mimi doesn't like to stay tied up. She'll do better at a dispersed camping area that is more remote. Sheba hates car rides and gets sick every time. I felt a little guilty for leaving them behind. Also, nighttime temperatures dipped below 20 degrees, and I wouldn't have minded snuggling up with all of the dogs to keep warm. Cody ended up sleeping between me and CJ because he was cold.
In the morning, frost covered all of our equipment and our water was frozen. It was a surprise to see ice in the AZ desert in March.
One of the biggest surprises of our first campout of the season was a herd of wild horses who happened to wander through our campsite. There were two white-speckled horses, a mare and stallion, and two white and brown horses with a young foal! The kids were so excited and our daughter approached the white-spotted male horse. I was panicking a little, but he was friendly and allowed all of us to pet him while he grazed on the foliage. I was so shocked to see a wild horse be so friendly to humans. The other 4 horses ran away from us and headed further down the creek.
My favorite uncle arrived the next day and spent the last night with us. We huddled around our propane fire ring to try and stay warm. Overall, it was a nice, relaxing getaway, and a treat to be immersed in nature, and without a cell phone connection.
Best buddies, most of the time.
Our wonderful hiking companion keeping an ear out for other dogs on the trail.
Our little nudist enjoying the sunshine after falling in the water.
Cody with his haunches up while he investigates our giant visitors.
I hope this beautiful male and his herd stay safe. They were majestic.
From frosty mornings, to warm afternoons, the desert is amazing and a pleasure to visit.
]]>This year Ariella the elf brought the kids matching pajamas with she and her friends on the front of the shirt. The last day of school, before winter break, was jammie day, so the kids were excited to show off their new nighttime fashions. Our house has horrible available light, so I set up one strobe in the kitchen to light up the area around the tree. As we were taking photos, Cody showed up and Mimi joined in the fun.
I was excited to see the dogs be unafraid of the flash! They have hope for a professional modeling career. Sheba was not as in to the photos, she never has been, but when she saw treats were part of the deal, she sat for a few photos.
Thank you to all of the wonderful families who contacted me for photo sessions this year. I was delighted to see you all and thankful for everyone's continued health. I can't wait to share some of my favorite moments from this year's fall sessions. In the meantime, here are the photos of my kids, dogs, and our tree.
My uncle has a location he has gone to for years and with lows in the 40s it was a better option considering we don’t have cold weather camping gear. You really don’t need it in AZ unless you’re a frequent backpacker or hunter.
I signed the kids out of school a little early and we headed north with our old girl, Sheba in the front seat. The kids laughed and squealed as we took the twisty road that led to the off-road trail. As we hit the dirt road, we saw the poor, scorched desert to the east of us. In September a human-caused fire burned thousands of acres of one of our favorite spots to hike and explore. This gave me a chance to discuss the importance of caring for our open wilderness, and to be caretakers so future generations can enjoy the landscape and its offerings.
The kids were somber, but quickly cheered up as we rounded a sharp corner and came upon a roadrunner dashing across the road. They giggled with delight as we bumped along and twisted and turned. I love that road. It is so fun to drive.
Sheba did not feel excited about this road. She was quiet, and looked out the window. As we neared our location, I rolled the windows down and she stuck her head out to smell the fresh air. The kids and I laughed and sang, but then I saw Sheba staring at me and she started to make that dreaded coughing sound. I was about 2 miles from the campsite at this point. Nooo! I held her head away from the center consul and my cell phone. Right then she threw up all over her dog bed and the seat. Poor pup! She’s been car sick since day one.
The kids were grossed out, but we rolled down all of the windows and continued on the last 2 miles of our trek. As we pulled into the campground, it appeared to be empty except for a lone trailer parked at the front with no vehicle attached to it. I slowly approached the site we were hoping for and saw my uncle’s truck. Hooray!
The kids and Sheba spilled out of the car and began to explore as my uncle help me set up our tent. The temperature was cool and breezy. Leaves on the cottonwood trees were turning orange and yellow. Fall really is here! The beer I cracked open tasted even better in the wilderness.
After camp was set up, I put on plastic gloves and walked around our area and the creek to clean up trash left behind from other campers. Litter is truly a problem with this pandemic. Never in my life have I seen campsites left so disgusting. People want to get away, and I understand that, but please, for the love our open spaces, be considerate and clean up after yourself! Why go into nature if you’re just going to trash it?
It was gross to clean up toilet paper and wipes just discarded along the river rocks. The worst part about that is, a bathroom is at this campsite, it’s just a short walk. Drunk or sober, about to mess yourself, anyone can make the trek. That’s one of the perks of this location. No squatting behind a tree needed! Anyway, enough potty talk, but seriously. LEAVE NO TRACE! BURY YOUR POO. PACK IT IN, PACK IT OUT.
As dusk settled in, we heard an engine roaring down the road. My husband and the new pups arrived just in time for dinner and a night around the campfire. The kids were wound up as the dogs raced around them, kicking up dust in their paths. The moon rose and it filled the night with the bright light of its fullness. What a treat!
Honest moment. What do you do in the middle of the night, when you wake up, and know the only way to use the restroom, is to unzip your tent and venture out into the darkness? I lay awake around 2AM staring at the roof of the tent, knowing I had no choice. My family and the dogs snored around me, sleeping without that annoying urge. Mimi is like a guard dog. She jumped up and followed me out into the moonlight. I nervously walked the path to the bathroom, but it wasn’t so bad because of the full moon. Something darted out in front of me and Mimi barked, chasing after it. Please don’t be a skunk! I think it was a raccoon. Mimi let it go and guarded the little bathroom shack, then escorted me back to the tent.
The next day was filled with hikes, bikes, and brews. Another group set up camp at another site, and a few people tried to hike through our site to the creek, but were discouraged by Mimi and Cody. Sheba watched them sleepily from her spot in the sun. I decorated the campsite for Halloween and the kids had a piñata to crack open. I would be fine with every Halloween being a campsite celebration. I think the kids disagree. They liked the Halloween wilderness, but missed being able to go door-to-door.
In the evening, my uncle set up his party lights and we had a full disco party, though the kids turned in early after crashing from their sugar rushes. The middle of the night approached and was bathed in the moonlight again. This time I awoke to the sound of crashing and banging. Something was on our table! Mimi barked defensively. I put my glasses on and poked my head out of the tent while shining our flashlight toward the table. There was a bushy black and white tail sticking out of our garbage bag! A skunk!
I tried desperately to keep Mimi in the tent but she slipped out. The kids woke up and the other dogs barked. Luckily Mimi didn’t get close to the skunk and only barked at it. I was able to get her back into the tent and she grumbled as she settled back in her bed with Cody. When dawn approached, I put on some gloves and began cleaning up the mess the skunk, and lord knows what else, made.
My uncle made a delicious chicken and vegetable stew in the morning and we took our time breaking down camp. It was nice to not feel rushed and to have a warm meal before leaving. Usually I grab a granola bar and a coffee and try to get packed up before 10. Overall, it was a relaxing and exciting trip! Thank you to my uncle for always joining us on these campouts. We love you.
Anyway, I want to share some photos of my furry and shelled-kids. I love animals and I'm so thankful my kids have the opportunity to grow up with them too.
M had her first sleepover at a friend's home over the weekend. She was excited to spend time away from her brother. Her brother was thrilled to have the house and TV to himself. He also enjoyed one-on-one time with our pets.
And now, random assortment of photos of our furry, and scaled family members.
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M was on her way to her very first friend sleepover, so CJ and I took the opportunity to go through the steps of moving his plant to its new home. The dogs gave him moral support as he gently transferred the stem to the clay pot. We spritzed it with some water and set it on the shelf so the puppy couldn’t destroy it.
CJ checked on it every day, gave it water and set it in the window so it could be in the sun. The weather is still unusually warm, so I brought the plant inside so it had a chance to survive. Everything was going well and I loved seeing the nurturing side of my son.
Sadly, this past weekend, the green bean plant met an untimely end. My husband and I were outside setting up our new tent when we hear a painful scream from inside the house. CJ ran out sobbing with the limp plant in his hand. Its roots dangled lifelessly as soil fell to the rocks below. He thought it would be a good idea to grab the stem and lift it up, which ended up breaking it in half and killing the plant.
He cried as hard as a kid would cry over their pet dying. I felt sad for him, but tried to explain why we can’t be rough with plants. They are delicate and require tender, loving, care.
There are some seeds sitting in packages in our garage. I think we’ll give it another try, but hopefully the plants don’t meet their end before they can bloom.
This boy loves hanging out in his chonies. What a little nut.
* caution: minor swear words and a political rant ahead *
I dreamt about home-learning working for us and we gave it everything we had. I was scared to send the kids back into the world. Then little by little we ventured out and saw that if we took precautions, we could be ok. Wear a mask and wash your damned hands! Why in the hell is a mask a political tool? If my 4-year-old can wear a mask and wash his hands with no problem, what is an adult’s excuse? Freedom? Personal Rights? GTFO yourself. This conspiracy nonsense has gone too far. Also, if you were having surgery or a dental procedure, how about your doctors and nurses not wear a mask or PPE because it's too uncomfortable? Anyway, I digress. It's frustrating to see this pandemic drawn out because of people who refuse to believe in science because they saw "masks bad" on facebook.
Off my soapbox and back to the story no one is reading, or who clicked away the minute I praised masks and science.
The program our son is in was to begin in early August, and if you decided not to attend, you lost your spot. We worked hard to make sure he had a spot in the program, so it was worth the risk to try out this new form of learning. He has been going to school since August. Within the first day he was a different child. Gone were the outbursts and daily meltdowns, and there was my little man. He returned, and he was learning at lightning speed. My fear seeped away and I was so thankful for the teachers and their willingness to come back. Can we get these educators a raise? Some respect? Goodness, teaching is difficult!
At the end of September, our daughter’s grade was able to resume in-person learning. Though we were thankful for the access to virtual school, I have to admit, at-home learning is not the right fit for us. When the kids were babies I used to imagine having a free, fun-loving homeschool life with the two of them… If there’s a silver lining to the pandemic, it’s helped me realize home school is not a good path for our family. Our little ones are social butterflies and would rather be among their peers than mean old mom and dad.
M was nervous about starting back up again, but we went to the store together and picked out a few character masks for her collection. After the first week, I could see she was in a better mood, much more cooperative, and there were less fights between her and her brother. She was back to learning and much happier with in-person instruction.
THANK YOU TO ALL OF THE TEACHERS, AIDES, ADMINISTRATORS, JANITORS, CAFETERIA WORKERS, BUS DRIVERS, GROUNDSKEEPERS! Thank you isn’t enough. Please give the schools more funding. It shouldn’t be a red or blue issue. These people are putting their lives on the line. And while I've become political on this post, please vote YES on 208! It's the least you can do for these wonderful educators and school employees who put their lives on the line so our kids can have a bright future.
Our daughter saw the photo of a few of the puppies and begged her dad to get one. Our old girl, Sheba, had always been somewhat cranky around new dogs, but we thought a meet and greet was worth the chance. When we arrived at the foster parent's home, we were greeted by the mama dog. She looked me in the eye, then gently licked my hand as she led us to her puppies. My heart was touched by her calm demeanor and welcoming eyes. I wanted to bring her home because I have a fondness for adopting older doggies. 9 playful puppies hopped about in a large exercise pen. We originally wanted to adopt another female dog, but there were only three boys left.
The first boy pup was a chocolate brown color and seemed somewhat shy, until a creme-colored puppy bounced up and attacked him. The chocolate pup returned the play and the two of them were rolling around outside. Our daughter was drawn to the creme-puppy and I knew he wouldn't be a good match when he started chewing up the drip system. The third dog was a shy little red dog with a black snout and eye brows. He sat on the patio watching his brothers destroy the foster-family's yard. My husband and I were immediately drawn to him. He was calm and sat in our lap, he let the kids hold and love on him.
The following day, we brought him over to our house to meet Sheba. She was growly, but settled in after an hour and seemed to be neutral with him. Our decision was made and we were to adopt the cute, red puppy with the black face mask. He was still being weaned and would need a surgery to be neutered, but he would be available for adoption in a few weeks. Our daughter sobbed when we returned him to his foster home, but we assured her he'd be back!
As the weeks leading up to his official adoption wound down, we were on our trip to Flagstaff. My husband received an email that all of the puppies had been adopted, but mama Shi-Ma was still awaiting a home. I don't know why, but I burst into tears. I was so sad for her, she had gone through so much and deserved a good home too. If she wasn't adopted in the next week, she would have to go back to the shelter, alone, with a hope of being adopted. Older dogs are not always adopted, and especially mama dogs. She would go from life outside, to a comfy home with her babies, and then left at a loud, sterile shelter without her puppies. She didn't deserve that after all she had been through.
I was heartbroken to hear no one wanted her. She reminded me of my greyhound, Cleo, who was a gentle and loving soul. My husband and I agreed we would adopt her too and hoped Sheba would welcome Shi-Ma into our home. We were going into this blind, but I felt at peace and like we were making the right decision. We were going from a one dog, one tortoise household to three dogs, and one a puppy! I went to Chewey.com and PetSmart to stock up on pet supplies for our new family members.
On a hot day in August, we brought Cody home, and he settled in, and tried to snuggle with Sheba, who responded with a growl. The next day my daughter and I went to pick Shi-ma up from her foster home. The foster mom and her roommate said a tearful goodbye and we put her in the back of our car. M proudly placed a unicorn and rainbow collar around her neck and we drove back home with her whining nervously. We met up with my husband and son at a small park and introduced her and Sheba. They did great! There was no growling at all. I was pleasantly surprised with Sheba's reaction to her new friend.
When we got home, Shi-ma was reunited with one of her babies. They played together and he tried to nurse on her. Mama Shi-ma put him back in his place, and within an hour they were snuggling together in the new dog beds. That night they slept together, but after discovering a few puddles of pee in the morning, I dug through our downstairs closet and retrieved a large x-pen I had been hoarding since our greyhound days. I made Cody a cozy den and luckily he took right to it. Mama Shi-Ma spent the next night in our daughter's bed! She hopped right up and snuggled with her, then the night after that, she slept in our son's room. She is such a good soul, and I love how she watches out for my babies too!
The first two weeks were madness and I knew it was a lot to take on, but as our new pack settled in together, it became clear we made the right choice. Mimi (Shi-Ma) and Cody are loving their new home and tortoise friend, Harley. Cody tries to steal her veggies, and Shima originally barked, and was scared of her. Sheba enjoys Mimi's company, but could do without Cody. We're watching old episodes of The Dog Whisperer, and finding many of the techniques Cesar uses, work really well with our new pack members. Even Sheba is showing them the way with the few commands she knows, and how well she walks on a leash.
They are working things out, and though our house is now one of the louder ones on the block, I am thankful for my wild bunch. The kids absolutely love their new dog friends and are happy to have a dog who wants to snuggle and sleep in their rooms at night. The new dogs are one the best thing to brighten up these dark times. Part of me thinks pets can bring world peace. Everyone get out there and adopt your new dog, cat, rabbit, ferret, hamster, guinea pig, snake, lizard, tortoise, turtle, bird, horse, etc....
Later that day, after our daughter finished her school Zoom meetings, we drove into Flagstaff as a beautiful thunderstorm approached with gray-black clouds. As we arrived at Walnut Canyon, there were a few sprinkles and thunder, but it seemed as if the storm could go either way. We first hiked the trail along the top of the trail. Our son loved looking at the descriptive sign and pointing out the vegetation he recognized and animal tracks. When it seemed as if the storm would not directly hit us, we decided to attempt the hike down into the ruins.
Just as we reached the first landing before you reach the island trail, there was a loud crack of thunder and rain began to fall. It was surreal to seek shelter in what had been a family home about one thousand years ago. The kids were a little scared, but happy to see precipitation and leaned their heads out, pulled their masks down and attempted to catch raindrops on their tongues.
We were at it again, this time at our favorite spot off of Stoneman Lake Road in Northern Arizona. This popular spot is fantastic because if you have an OHV license and vehicle, there are miles of trails that will take you to many tree-lined routes in Coconino County. It's also a great spot for trail running.
I started training for a half marathon and had a chance to do my first two trail runs! Friday I tackled a 4 mile route, and Sunday I spent a good chunk of the wee hours of the morning huffing and puffing for 8 miles in the elevation. The forest made me appreciate my low-elevation morning desert runs, but goodness, waking up cold and starting cold was an absolute treat. I used my new Salomon running hydration vest and it worked like a charm. I don't know why I haven't bought one of these before. They are life-changing!
In lieu of popular sports, I have developed a fixation on the sport of ultra-running. I am fascinated and hooked! How do you long-distance runners do it? How are you able to push your body to 30, 50, 100, 200+ miles in one race? It's amazing and awe-inducing. I signed up for a trail half marathon at the end of September, even though it may be cancelled. I have missed running, and adding trails to the mix is a long-term goal. We'll see how this goes!
The best thing to happen from this trip, was our laser dance party with the kids, and our daughter learning how to ride her dirt bike! We are on two wheels, people! M is a natural too. She took off, and didn't want to stop. Nearly every hour she was on the bike and learning the trails and terrain. I'm so proud of her for being brave and tackling some pretty technical routes with her dad. CJ said he wants to wait until he is 5 to try the bike, and that's good, because once he has chance, I know these kids are going to race each other.
Once again I didn't want to leave because for me, camping is the normalcy I have been craving! I am incredibly thankful for our access to the wild lands of AZ, and pray they are kept safe and out of harms way so we can enjoy them for generations to come. The campsite wasn't too messy and I didn't have to pick up as much trash. Thank you to the people who were there before us because it was left in good condition.
I've been traveling with my Canon M50 rather than my big DLSR. I like the lightweight flexibility of a mirrorless camera, but I definitely feel more at home with a DSLR and fixed lenses.
My uncle has a spot he has been camping at for several years and he went as our advance. We loaded up in the morning while M finished her Zoom meetings and school work. We left around noon and made good time up north, I barely noticed the weight of the trailer as I towed it behind the truck. Despite some heavy traffic on the 260 from an accident, we were on Forest Road 300 by 2:30! As we meandered down the twisty road, the windows were rolled down and the fresh air was let in. I felt like we were going to a distant land, despite camping in this area at least once per year.
We turned and saw the sign my uncle hung on the message board. Other people were set up at different sites, but it wasn't as crowded as I expected. We spotted my uncle and pulled into camp. Sheba and the kids hopped out of the truck and rushed to explore while my uncle helped me set the tent up. Despite the fire ban, propane was allowed, and he broke out his new propane-powered fire ring. It did the trick to roast some marshmallows and warm up in the cool evening air. The first night was quiet and peaceful. I heard two owls calling to each other, and heard elk bugle to each other throughout the evening.
The next two nights were rather loud. The party crowd had showed up Friday afternoon and were going hard until the wee hours of the night. I was thankful not to be in a maintained campsite for the sake of having lots of space away from the wild side. I'm getting old. And that's ok. We were thankful for the opportunity to leave town and do something that felt like normal life.
One thing I will say is, if you are newer to the outdoor life and camping, please, please, please, for the love of God, clean up after yourselves! I was alarmed at the amount of trash, toilet paper and improper disposal of waste (human and manufactured) around the forest. I spent parts of each day walking around and collecting any garbage I found, also burying poo, which was really gross! Bring a shovel, people!
Leaving no trace is not hard! Just bring a few extra trash bags, one for garbage, one for cans and glass. Bring two extras to double-bag your garbage at the end of the trip. Before you leave your campsite, look around for any trash that may have fallen down and make sure to bring it with you. Do not dispose of the garbage bags in the nearest town or dumpster. Bring the trash back home and dispose of it in your personal garbage can. You can preserve the outdoors and keep it beautiful for future trips and your fellow humans by doing this!
I'm happy to see more people trying camping, but I beg of the newbies to think of the health of the forest, wildlife and of other people enjoying the same space.
Even with a pandemic in place, the Easter bunny made an appearance at our house. The kids got a new scooter and cool Hot Wheels set. The kids were genuinely surprised at their baskets and had fun hunting for eggs in the backyard. Happy Easter to you and yours. Stay well and be safe.
I called and they were open. It turned out to be the best place to explore and walk around without bumping into others. Well, we didn't bump into anyone living for that matter, ghosts are another question. The kids were surprised at the way people lived in the late 1800s/early 1900s and had fun running around. In the daylight the property is interesting and not very creepy.
When it was time to leave, I tired to start the car and the battery was dead. I ran back to the gift shop and a nice gentleman who works on the property brought his truck over with a jump pack. Luckily the car started up and we were able to head home. He let me know it is a common to have cars not start after visiting the property. I was hoping I had a supernatural encounter, but one week later in the grocery store parking lot, the battery died again, so I fear it was not a ghost, but typical wear and tear of a car battery.
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Two weeks before our trip, our son became really sick with the flu. He recovered within a week, and we decided to continue on with the trip. The morning we were supposed to leave, the most gray-black clouds hung in the sky and it felt like an omen. We packed the car and headed out anyway. Just after passing Buckeye, AZ, it began to rain. I saw waterfalls pouring down the cliffs on the mountains just east of Quartzite! West of Blythe, and somewhere east of Indio we drove through the worst storm I have experienced. My husband drove 25 miles per hour in 5 percent visibility over parts of the I-10 that were washing out. Just as we came out of the storm and saw Indio, my phone blew up. Disneyland was closing due to COVID-19.
Not my finest moment, there were curse words, but it made sense. Better to be safe than sorry. We drove to Anaheim anyway, and the kind front-desk worker at the Paradise Pier took notes in our file that we showed up for our reservation, and assured us we would be refunded. What now? We drove all the way to Disneyland, only to see the outside of the park. The kids handled it surprisingly well. I was more upset than they were. We booked an affordable hotel by Hermosa Beach and settled in.
The next day we headed to the pier and beach and let the kids run around the shore, even though it was freezing outside. By the evening, restaurants and stores were shutting down. The next morning the breakfast buffet had closed down. Time to head home. We drove back two days earlier than planned, and came back to the news that the kids would not attend school again for the remainder of the year.
And thus began our COVID-19 journey. Here are a few pics from the Disneyland trip that was not meant to be. And yes, I got a refund. Thank you Disney. We will be back.
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On Saturday, we bundled up, and found 0 degrees fahrenheit greeting us as we drove 45 minutes north to Arizona Snowbowl. M took a day-long snowboard lesson while our son tried skis. He hated it and ended up spending time in the lodge with Nana and his great-tio. Papa got a free lift ticket for being in the 70+ crowd, and Tia G and I met up a few times, her on a snowboard, me on skis to hit the small slope. It was storming and freezing, but absolutely a blast. Even though I haven't skied since 2011, I managed to build up some speed, and made it down each run without falling. My husband is a good sport and tried skis again after his leg-break incident from our honeymoon in 2009. He soon joined his mother-in-law and son in the lodge while M, Papa, Tia G and me stayed out on the freezing mountain.
M's class was worth every penny and she ended up having a fantastic time. I hope we can make this a yearly tradition. And hopefully CJ will change his mind about winter sports.
Through Air B&B I found a 2-bedroom house with a small bunkhouse in Pinetop. Rich, the owner, lives in a house on the back of the property and greeted us with his 4 dogs when we arrived. My parents and uncle joined us for this adventure. They stayed in the larger house, and we took the bunkhouse with the kids and Sheba. The kids were most excited about the bunk beds. I see a trend here.
We took some time to go to Sunrise Ski Resort and try tubing. M was scared after her first run, and refused to go again. Grandpa tried it too, but we had to take turns staying at the bottom of the hill with M and CJ. Hopefully next year she is more apt to give snow tubing a try. I like eastern Arizona, though it’s a much further drive to get out there. The benefit is less crowds at the ski resort and in town.
Then I realized some sites have these little, rustic camping cabins complete with AC! I wanted a location with water so we could possibly bring our kayaks or take the kids fishing. I found Alamo Lake State Park had a cabin available and immediately booked it. When I drive to California, I always see the sign and exit to Alamo Lake and have been curious about it.
That Friday I pulled the kids out of school at noon and we drove west. Way west. Like, halfway to my aunt's home in Covina, CA, west. The rolling hills gave way to some rocky ranges and I eventually found us driving through a little farming community called, Wendon. From Wendon, there's a 33-mile-long, two lane road that twists through the desert. On that road I saw no one. Our silver Subaru meandered along the road and I lost cell phone service. Eventually landed at our destination. My husband and uncle had beat us to the cabin!
The kids were relieved to be out of the car and ran around, very, very, very excited about the bunk beds in the back of the cabin. The immediately claimed their top bunks, and then we realized the cabin did not come with a queen bed that was described online. My tall husband pulled a mattress from one of the bunks and put it on the floor. I ended up on one of the bottom bunks, and my Uncle is smart, and traveled with his cot!
Once beds were established, we got our fishing gear out and walked down the road to the lake. It's a quiet, rocky shore, but not as steep as Lake Pleasant, which is our go-to Arizona water location. The kids started casting their rods out and I snapped pics with my new mirrorless camera. That night we roasted some hot dogs and bratwursts and enjoyed a toasty fire. The temperature change was extreme, it had been about 85 during the day, but dropped down to 50 by the evening. The kids enjoyed roasting marshmallows and chasing the little kangaroo rats that showed up to eat their crumbs.
The next day we set out to do some more fishing and explore the area. Overall, I'd say the kids were the most excited about the bunk beds. This is a quiet, secluded area, and I like that the campground and cabins are so far away from the BLM land where a lot of people bring RVs and ATVs to explore the hundreds of trails. I'd love to bring our kayaks back and try fishing on the water. Being that the lake is stocked with bass, we didn't have much luck and only got a few nibbles. It seemed the folks with boats were catching the most fish.
My husband had to work on Sunday, so he took off on his motorcycle around sunset. The kids were tired and went to bed early. My uncle and I stayed up chatting and looking at the stars. Then I got an idea to set up my tripod and capture stars and trying light painting. Our collaboration worked out well and we caught some interesting frames. The moon was close to full, and provided a natural light to illuminate the desert floor. Alamo Lake is supposed to be one of the darkest skies in the state, but with the moon, we didn't see as many stars as we hoped to, but it was still a spectacular sky.
I'm already looking at the next state park to visit...
Over the years it has seen its share of floods, land ownership battles, and return to those who were born onto the land. I won’t get into the politics behind this place, but I was thankful to be invited to join my cousin and her husband on the 4-hour drive to the trailhead, 10 mile hike in, 3 day campout, and 10 mile hike out. Her husband managed to secure 4 spots for the last week in October. My husband and I were in. When would we have a chance to see this beautiful place again?
I contacted my parents and they graciously accepted the challenge of watching our kids for the week. It would be our first trip away from both of them. Our son is nearly 4 and we’ve never taken a trip away from the kids, together. Oops. Funny how time flies. We were excited for the physical challenge of the hike, and to have some time to talk without interruptions.
It has been 10 years since our last backpacking trip. Work and children being our main focus over these years. My husband and I started training in summer, getting jogs and hikes in where we could, adding in a lift or two. At the end of September, we began hiking with our packs fully-loaded and quickly discovered how many times you need to pack/unpack/rearrange. Our camping gear collection expanded with proper backpacking gear and accessories. I thought my pack was perfect. I was down to 28 pounds at one point. Then we looked at the weather.
Rather than the nice 60s and 70s we were expecting, a cold front was rolling through the week of our trip. Highs were expected to be in the 40s, lows in the teens and 10s. My pack went from 28 to 35 pounds, then around 40+ when I added my water in. My swimming gear came out, and my thick, winter jacket and a fleece sleeping bag were added in.
The funny thing about water is, several years ago we hiked South Kaibab to Phantom Ranch and back out Bright Angel trail in the National Park. We hiked in the middle of June with my dad to celebrate his 60th birthday. Weather at the top was a beautiful 70 degrees, but as we descended and the sun rose, it broke 100, then 110 as we neared the canyon floor. The pipeline was broken, and we ran out of water. We also gave water to a mother-daughter hiker team who only packed 2 liters of water for their 10-mile hike to Phantom Ranch. The mother had to be air-lifted out of the canyon. We reached the bottom of the canyon dehydrated, but alive, and to a pipeline that was working again.
I didn’t want a repeat of June of 08, so I loaded down 4 liters of water. Probably a mistake because 5 to 7 pounds may not seem like a lot until you’re walking through a beautiful twisting and turning canyon and its 25 degrees out.
We stayed the night in Peach Springs at a comfortable hotel with a restaurant and heated hot tub (the pool wasn’t heated, but we got in anyway). We set our alarms for 5AM and made the 1 hour drive to the trailhead. The morning was frosty and frigid. By the time we reached the security checkpoint, the sun was rising. While the rangers inspected our vehicle for alcohol, drugs, and weapons, we stood in the sunlight, praising it for its warmth.
The trailhead had cars parked up to a mile and a half away from our starting point. My cousin’s husband graciously drove to the trailhead and we dropped our bags. Luckily he found a spot not too far in. The sun was hitting the edge of the Canyon wall as we descended the hilltop, stopping to adjust our packs a few times, and take photos of the beautiful desert as it was illuminated. About 2 miles in we saw our first out-hikers. Dan, full of energy and smiles, greeted each person we passed, giving them high-fives and encouragement. You could see everyone appreciated his enthusiasm as they approached the most difficult part of the hike.
At 4 miles in we saw our first mule train. They had no more than 3 or 4 packs each, and one had a Postal Service crate with mail on its back. We greeted the horseman who was leading the team with his dogs following close behind. It was like taking a step back in time. No vehicles, just pack animals or travel by foot. There is a strict rule not to photograph the residents of Havasupai or their animals. The mules looked good and healthy. Can you imagine someone always photographing you as you left your home to run your errands? I can absolutely see why the tribe installed this rule. It’s necessary.
Around 6 miles in we encountered a ranger and he checked Dan’s paperwork to make sure our group was supposed to be there. To prevent hikers from sneaking in, the Havasupai tribe enforces the permit process. It was honestly nice to see how organized the process is to prevent overcrowding and further destruction of the land.
8 miles in we reached the water and the village. After checking in at the office we began our trek to the campground. The first falls we encountered were 50-Foot Falls/Navajo Falls or “New Navajo Falls” after the flood from a few years ago that altered the landscape. The crown jewel is Havasu Falls, and it was an honor to see my groups’ reaction as they viewed the falls for the first time. We were exhausted, but seeing the falls renewed our energy. I remember the feeling I had the first time I hiked this trail about 15 years ago. This area is a paradise and we have to protect it!
We found an amazing camp spot within close distance to the restrooms, and Havasu Falls. After dropping our bags, and surveying the camp, we settled in at the table to make lunch and set-up our tents. The sandy hike from the village to the campground destroyed my feet. My trusty shoes, which had plenty of hikes in and gave me no problems, had torn up my feet! My shoes went off, and my water shoes came on, despite it being 50 degrees out.
I absolutely loved our campsite, it was roomy, had a table, and a few lines were already hanging from the trees for us to hang our gear up. The rodents are clever and have figured out how to get into food. You need a rat-sack if you’re planning to visit. I found mine at REI and was thankful I had it for future trips. Our first meal was Pad Thai by Backpackers Pantry, and it was good! It was restorative to have a warm meal as our campsite never had any sunlight hitting it with the walls of the canyon. I consumed so much tea and ramen noodles on this trip. The tea and broth really kept me warm. I can see why backpackers like to bring bullion cubes to warm up. When I was packing in Phoenix, with the temperatures in the 90s still, a cube of bullion sounded disgusting. I’m learning.
That evening before we lost light, we ventured to Mooney Falls and stood in awe at the height and velocity of water rushing over the volcanic rock. When we headed back to our campsite to make dinner, two women ventured in, tired and ready to find a spot in the twilight. We chatted a bit, they were from the east cost, and drove all the way from Pennsylvania, stopping in Colorado to pick up a friend, then to Arizona for this trip! They were in their 50s and pure badasses! The woman who drove is a long-haul trucker, driving 18-wheelers across the country. Her friend lives in Colorado and they plan these adventures all the time. I aspire to be like them too. BADASSES! And very friendly. Dan and I helped move a table over to their area and we enjoyed dinner with our new neighbors.
In the evening the wind picked up and we retreated to our tents. It was cold. 15 degrees. Plus wind. My husband and I didn’t sleep. We thought our bags zipped together, but the retailer on Amazon lied! Mine wouldn’t zip to his. We laid close and shivered through the night. Finally around 5AM I got up and walked to the outhouse. It was warmer in there and for a moment I contemplated grabbing my sleeping bag and camping out in the loo. Gross, but necessary if it’s bone-chill-cold. Lucky for me the sky was growing lighter so I walked back to our site to grab my camera and tripod.
The hike up to Havasu falls was quiet. I didn’t see anyone else and I felt like I had the walls of the canyon to myself. It was peaceful. I realized it’s been years since I have truly felt quiet. As I descended the small hill to the water, I noticed a man in a fisherman’s jumpsuit in the water with a sturdy tripod and Nikon camera. He was the real deal. I can only imagine how beautiful his images turned out. I nodded a silent hello, then sent to find a spot for my .25 pound travel tripod. Before the trip I made the jump and purchased the Canon M50 to have a lightweight, tougher option for all of my adventures. Getting used to the cropped sensor and mirrorless camera has been a fun learning curve. Even with my basic lens kit and baby tripod, I managed to get a few shots I really liked.
As daylight greeted me and I returned to the campsite, the rest of my group was up. We made a plan to head into the village to explore and hopefully have a patch of cell service to check in with our families. Thankfully I got a hold of my dad and mom. The kids were doing alright, though the missed us. I missed them terribly and honestly wished there was a way I could bring them to this beautiful place. A family camping just north of us had backpacked their 3-year-old son in, and I almost cried when I saw him, missing my own son. Then I saw a dad and daughter of about 8, and almost cried again. Talk about adventurous families. I aspire to be like them.
My husband and I split a ‘Supai taco while we sat in the sun trying to warm up, then we headed back to the campground. Originally we planned to hike down Mooney Falls, but we decided against it as the sandy hike to the village battered my feet some more. A nice woman from a few campgrounds over offered a stretching class. We gathered in a circle with about 15 other hikers to stretch and do some yoga poses in the fading light. That evening we chatted around our burner (no fires are allowed) and warmed our hands. Luckily it was a few degrees warmer and Dan helped us reinforce our tent to block the wind. I had better sleep the second night.
In the morning we got our costumes on and headed down the trail to Mooney Falls. This is tricky, and you need sturdy gloves to grip the chains and ladders on the descent. It was slippery and cold, but we made it down and found another patch of sunlight to bask in. Had we been more prepared, we would have liked to take the hike to Beaver Falls or the Confluence. Again, this is a reason to go back. And possibly go back despite warm weather so my pack can be lighter.
A few backpackers had dressed up and were handing candy out to fellow campground inhabitants. It was delightful and fun to see so many people participating in the holiday. In the evening we walked around to warm up, and then starting packing what gear we could in preparation of the hike out. That evening I didn’t sleep much. Every time I fell asleep, I dreamt I was with the kids again, and I was missing them deeply. I got up again around 5AM to enjoy the dark sky one more time.
The hike out wasn’t too bad. It was cold, but I am the type of person who thrives while exercising in the cold. I move faster, I focus better. When I got to the village, I called my mom and she was in the car with the kids at the bus stop. I got to say hi to both of them before the bus showed up. Hearing their tiny voices gave me the strength I needed to hike out. Cat and Dan are fast. They went ahead, while my husband and I brought up the rear. I stopped halfway in to tape my battered toes up. It warmed up significantly and we were stripping off our layers.
The toughest part of the hike is absolutely the hike out. The hard part doesn’t hit until mile 18. When I would see a mule train approaching, I’d find a safe spot away from the edge of the trail and wait for them to pass. The kind men leading the mules gave me words of encouragement reminding me how close I was to the top. I thanked them for sharing their land with us. It is a true treasure. Visit it, but please do so with respect for the people who live there, and have lived there for hundreds of years.
I made it out around 11:30, my husband around noon. We drove back to Flagstaff to enjoy some well-earned beers at Beaver Street Brewery. Then drove home. We made it back around 6:30 and were greeted by our lovies. Their hugs and kisses were everything. My parents quickly escaped, exhausted after one week with the kids, and I didn’t see them again for another week! Ha ha.
I wasn’t too sore, my feet were destroyed, still are in a few areas as I type this. I’ve been shopping for new boots, and once the new year hits, I’ll be planning my next adventure. Many, many, many thanks to my parents for watching the kids so we COULD do this. Many, many, many thanks to Cat and Dan for inviting us to join them on a beautiful adventure. Many, many, many thanks to my friends and neighbors who agreed to be emergency contacts for my parents. Many, many, many thanks to the higher powers and universe for keeping my kids safe, and us safe as we went on this exploration of a sacred, Arizona treasure.
And thanks if you actually took the time to read this.
Yabba. Dabba. Doo.
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My cousin and her family adopted a desert tortoise several years ago, and now they needed to re-home their beloved pet. They asked if we'd like to take her and we agreed. We took a Saturday morning to construct a burrow for her. She explored the entire yard and kept coming back to the kids to walk across their legs, and grab the fresh vegetables they were offering.
Sheba has been an only dog for a while (much to my dismay, because I'd have 4 dogs if I could!) She is curious about Harley, but keeps her distance. At first she was trying to smell her rear end as if the tortoise was another dog! Harley likes to do her own thing and created a three-room hideout under an overgrown rosemary bush. The bermuda grass that has taken over a corner of the yard finally has some competition now that the tortoise can wander around and nibble on the chutes.
Welcome to the family, Harley. You are adorable and friendly and the kids absolutely love you.
When I met my husband we would go on camping trips over the weekends, hike, and eventually bring our dirt bikes or mountain bikes. We lived for adventure and time in the outdoors.
I think my upbringing and early marriage is why I became passionate about hiking and camping. While the kids were teeny tiny, I put everything on the back burner. In the last two years I have made a strong effort to expose the kids to as much outdoor activity as possible. We're in a good place, which I hope continues to grow. The kids actively ask when we're going camping again, when we get to go to a little cabin, when we get to go out and explore. When I was a teen I went through a phase where I didn't like being outdoors, but I'm thankful it came back.
Phase Two of my Raise Outdoorsy Children plan? More hiking, longer hiking, overnight backpacking trips eventually? Yes. It will happen. It just takes time and dedication.
My awesome uncle joined us for this Labor Day camping adventure and cooked some of the most awesome soup I have ever tasted. It filled us up and lasted all weekend. CJ ended up coming down with a fever so we had to cut it a little short, but it was still wonderful to be up in the woods, watching the kids and Sheba enjoy the fresh air and nature.
The kids were good on the flight and even fell asleep for most of it! We arrived in the early afternoon and enjoyed a hearty, midwest dinner with Meemaw at her beautiful, country home. The days were filled with nature walks, splash pads, catching fireflies, playing with sparklers, swinging in the hammocks. Meemaw gathered most of her family to have a July Birthdays celebration in her home and yard. The kids got to meet many of their cousins and had a blast playing with everyone.
We took a trip to Sandusky, Ohio to fabulous Cedar Point (no pics, but you NEED to go, especially if you like thrill rides.) We let the kids swim in a lake at Fox Island. We toured Amish country. We went to an animal sanctuary nestled in the woods. We met up with their other grandpa and went to a carnival at the Three Rivers Festival and walked along the river banks. I had some delicious brews at Hop River Brewing. I cannot believe how much we packed in. Despite having a lot of adventures, we came back refreshed and thankful for the dry heat. M slept the whole flight home, who didn't? CJ! AHHH. The only place he slept really well was at Meemaw's house.
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The couple who care for the alpacas have a lovely property with two beautiful Great Pyreneses, some chickens and a turkey. The tour took about an hour and a half and we had fun feeding the alpacas treats. Did you know alpacas are a smaller cousin of the llama? Llama Llama Time to Share. There were a few babies, juveniles and lots of adults. Alpacas are friendly and so soft. They had recently been sheered, but I'd love to see them at full fluff. They are well cared for and you can tell their pet parents take great pride in them. I'd encourage anyone who loves animals to check out this unique stop!
After saying goodbye to the adorable, friendly alpacas, we found a forest road and creekside picnic spot. I pulled out the sand toys and water shoes so the kids could splash in the creek and get muddy. The cool air was refreshing and a welcome break from the desert, summer heat. The kids were sad we weren't camping out, but hopefully next time!
My extended family is pretty big and early last year, my cousin and I had an idea to have everyone meet up to camp and hike the Grand Canyon in 2019. We landed on Memorial Day Weekend, and worked hard to try and get a permit to hike to Phantom Ranch for the North to South Rim hike. Unfortunately no one was drawn for the lottery for Phantom Ranch or the campgrounds at the bottom, but we did have quite a bit of interest of people wanting to camp. Relatives from Arizona, California and Texas made the drive to one of the Seven Wonders of the World to camp out and have a fun weekend. Once everyone arrived, we had around 30 people in attendance!
We set alarms for midnight, 6 months before Memorial Day and ended up securing 7 campsites at Mather Campground. Those who didn’t want to camp enjoyed a stay at the Yavapai Lodge, but took frequent trips to hang out at the campground and enjoy drinks by the fire. My mom and dad are troopers… they are in their 70s and they braved lows of 32 degrees and SNOW to camp next to us and help take care of the kids.
My mom’s birthday was that Saturday, and we had planned to take a half day hike along one of the Canyon Trials. Our group of 15 hikers decided on Bright Angel. We headed down, our group dwindled to 13 once two decided to head back up… they were the smart ones! At the top, it was a chilly 50 degrees. We made it to 1 Mile House, checked in with everyone, kept going. Made it to 3 Mile House, checked in, kept going. Made it to Indian Garden, filled up water, rested and had snacks and knew it was time to turn around. Too bad it was 11AM, not a cloud in the sky, and close to 85 degrees.
About one mile back up some of us were struggling. We took frequent rests and some trail angels offered electrolyte tablets, and salty foods for those who were beginning to cramp up. Our half day hike turned into a 14 mile full day hike. The Canyon is no joke… By the grace of God, everyone made it up, and despite some bruises, blisters, and dehydration, everyone was fine. One of our uncles made the best pozole verde I have ever had. I swear it restored my strength after that hike. He had made it for my mom’s birthday. I felt awful because my parents had been with the kids all day, and that wasn’t the original plan.
All was forgiven once we had the magical healing pozole, enjoyed cookies, brownies, apple pie and sang my mom happy birthday around the fire. The next day was more relaxing and that evening as we were about to have a fire and game night, a storm rolled in dumping rain on everyone. We rushed to our tents, and listened to the rain as we fell asleep. In the morning it was freezing, and the rain had turned into snow. We packed up with frozen hands and in shock at snow, in Arizona, at 6000 feet of elevation at the end of May!
We stopped at a Route 66 diner in Williams for breakfast and ran into our California familia who was heading back to the west coast. Despite being a little rough around the edges, we warmed up with some coffee as we looked in awe at the snow falling outside of the window. The drive back through Flagstaff was a bit sketchy given the several car accidents we passed. Everyone checked in as they made progress back toward their homes. Thankful we arrived home safely, as did everyone else.
Will this become a yearly event? I hope so! I’m thankful for my fun-loving outdoorsy family.
The weather had been warming up and we wanted to give high desert camping a try. The coolest uncle was game and arrived a day early to secure a spot for us. As soon as the kids were out of school, we loaded the truck, dog and my husband hopped on his motorcycle. This location is perfect because it’s only an hour or so outside of Phoenix. It’s remote enough that you need a high clearance or all wheel drive vehicle to access. I had fun driving the truck in 4x4 mode to get over parts of the road that were washed out.
When we arrived, everything was set up, and my uncle had tamales and beer waiting for us! He even set up an extra tent for us to use so we didn’t have to get our tent trailer out of storage. It was like having an Air B and B of campsites. The spot closest to the creek was available, and all ours. The kids and Sheba immediately flocked to the water and clothes were soaked, despite it cooling off rapidly.
The temperature went from 80 to a balmy 30 degrees at night! I woke up at one point in the night to find both kids snuggled between us, and Sheba huddled at our feet. Luckily I brought extra blankets and covered her up. In the morning, the sun rose as did the temperature, and the kids were back in the water. I love this spot and can’t wait to go back.
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I gave M one of my old cameras so she could take photos of the flowers. CJ was a little jealous. But she shared with him, reluctantly. We ended up spending 4 hours here before heading back to the Valley. The trails are easy and perfect for nature lovers and bird watchers.
Before they could play, I wanted them to hike a little. We hit an out and back trail and went about one mile in. Despite some whining, they did OK and were happy to arrive at the playground. Upon arrival we were greeted by a rattlesnake trying to make its way across the street. Another mom and her kids were trying to leave, so CJ and I helped guide her to get her kids into the car, and back out without injuring the snake. After she left, diamondback snakey slithered to the safety of the shrubs and rocks, and hopefully stayed away from the road.
If you have a chance, check out the park system. It's always clean, and incredibly family-friendly. We usually pack a lunch in a small cooler and allow nature to take care of the rest.
When I read the news about Flagstaff, Prescott, Payson and the White Mountains receiving record snowfall, I knew what I had to do. After dropping M off at school this morning, CJ and I headed north. I decided I would drive as far as Rock Springs. Lucky for us we only had to get as far as Anthem! Snow was on the hillsides and on the roofs, never before have I seen anything that stuck! We exited at New River and drove to the local park. I expected to see other families out and about exploring, but we were fortunate and had it to ourselves.
CJ promptly stepped in mud, then rushed off to the thickest patch of snow-covered grass to make a snow angel. I brought my long lens to try and capture the snow that had accumulated on the cacti and plants. After about 30 minutes, CJ was cold and crying because his hands were wet, and he had the bright idea to remove his boots and stick his socks in the snow. Not a good idea!
Back in the car with a fresh pair of sock and shoes and the heater blasting, we headed north. I was blown away by the landscape. I've driven this stretch of road so many times, in every season, but never in my years have I seen it covered in snow. New River was flowing, Moores Gulch, flowing. Clouds shielded the view of mountains and mesas, but every now and then they were thin enough to peek through to the glorious white snow sticking to the plants and rocks.
We got to the Black Canyon City exit and grabbed a table at the Rock Springs Cafe. While I sipped hot coffee, CJ devoured a plate of pancakes and I picked up a few mini pies to go. If you're ever on a road trip in the great desert of Arizona, do yourself a favor and stop at Rock Springs Cafe. You won't be disappointed.
As we exited the restaurant the snow was melting and a gentle rain fell around us. We explored the springs a little and after CJ slipped on a rock and got his second paid of shoes wet, I decided it was time to go. He fell asleep as I exited on the west side of New River Road and my goodness, was that a beautiful drive. The snow that was there only an hour before was already gone, but on the mountains in the distance it held on, until the sun broke through and it disappeared before my eyes.
A beautiful day and reminder of why I do, what I do, and how fleetingly beautiful life can be.
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As I age, I realize holidays are more about the kids and those we are close with. It doesn't have to be complex, it doesn't have to be grand, but it's one of those times I notice the everyday moments.
The dogs did really well despite it being crowded with other families and photographers working in Papago Park. The humans did a good job too! Thanks so much for the opportunity to take the first photos of your sweet little guy!
Several families were looking for desert as a backdrop and I set up another round of mini sessions in the open area near a local park. This time it was warm to start, but cooled off nicely by the last session. The kids were great and I loved the way each photo session turned out. Thanks for being a part of my photo business! I love seeing clients come back, and meeting new clients!
You'd think by October, afternoons would be a little bit cooler. Nope! It was roasty, toasty, but everyone was tough, and had smiles to share. Thrilling part of the day? A hiker walked up to warn us about a rattlesnake he saw curled up under a bush. Rattlesnakes and fall pictures, that's desert living for you.
A real estate market like Phoenix needs experienced agents to move some of the best properties in the Valley. Erika Robeledo and Damien are some of the best. I had the pleasure of working with them to create some new headshots at one of their properties. August in Phoenix isn’t the ideal time to schedule a session, but we wanted to take advantage of some of the monsoon thunderheads hovering in the distance. Throughout July and August, you can count on beautiful sunsets and a possible chance of wind, rain and lightning. If you are really lucky, it rains.
This afternoon there was no rain, but the clouds in the distance and the last rays of sun against Piestewa Peak were the perfect setting for this wonderful couple! Not only did we capture some traditional, professional headshots, but we also included the girls. Who are the girls? Two delightful canines who call the property home.
Their elder lady is a sweet, 100+ pound Rodesian Ridgeback who protects her humans and watches over the property. The new girl is a white and tan puppy who was eager to pounce around as we worked, and dig in a tiny patch of dirt she found. Seriously? It was mostly brick, rocks and succulents, and she managed to find a 2 foot by 2 foot patch of land! Puppies are resourceful.
When I am working, my goal is to not only take a great portrait, but to show who my client is as a person. To give their potential clients a peek into who they are and what they love when they are off the clock. A love of animals is important and Erika and Damien are some of the best pet parents I have met. I was so glad they included them in the portraits.
Thank you for welcoming me into your property to take some updated headshots!
Being a small business owner has its benefits and drawbacks, but overall, it’s a positive experience. Part of what I do is tell stories, and I want to tell you business story. Cyndra Crossman of Model Citizen salon in downtown Phoenix gave me that opportunity. She’s a local stylist and overall talented artist. We spent an afternoon at the salon to document what her brand represents.
Here’s a sampling of the collection we created. I loved her easy-going approach to the photo session and we improvised on the spot. Being fluid and flexible, ready to take advantage of moments is my favorite way to work. Photojournalism, but with a commercial approach. Polished, with the reality peaking through. Thanks for the opportunity Cyndra! - Bailey
This year I offered one mini session block each month through December to see if a schedule would benefit my current clients. I was excited at the response and all of the spots were filled within the two week promotional window. I even added a few additional dates to accommodate new contacts and those who were shut out of the other sessions.
The benefits of a mini photo session the quick rate of which you are done, you have enough photos to create seasonal cards and gifts, and the kids don’t have to focus too long. I also like being able to help several clients in an afternoon at one location, versus filling each weekend, morning and afternoon with sessions.
The first session took place at historic Sahauro Ranch Park in Glendale, Arizona. A very special shoutout to my clients for braving the heat. Who would have thought that at the end of September. END. It is still 105+ degrees. Seriously, finding your fall mood, when you definitely don’t want to wear a sweater and boots, takes a deep level of creativity.
I had the lovely Evan, a client and friend, assist me. We found some shade in the grass, with close access to the main home and small barn. It was prefect to have 3 settings within walking distance. A bonus of working at Sahuaro Ranch Park in September is the crowds have yet to descend upon the location. Go there in October and November and it will likely be packed like DC Ranch Marketplace. Thanks to everyone for hitting it up early in the family photography season.
Thank you to each family for being part of my mini session kick-off!
This family is amazing. With a mid-September date, you'd think the weather would be halfway decent in the late afternoon. Wrong. We got a heat wave that week, and temperatures hovered in the 105 to 115 mark. They braved 110 degree HEAT, risked encountering rattlesnakes, and calmed their children over wayward balloons to get these photos. The wind picked up and we lost a few balloons, and the 4 decided to drift away. Everyone held their heads high and we worked through it. They are the family who welcomes you to the neighborhood and has the BEST Halloween and Christmas light display on the western half of the I-17.
It was hot. No lie. We were all sweating, but once the sun dipped, it cooled off a little. The kids were absolute troopers. Heat can cause crankiness, but both kiddos held their heads high, kept their smiles on and did an awesome job of working together to create some beautiful sibling moments. Thanks so much for having me document your family! I am still in awe that we braved that heat to get these. Much love to you guys!
My husband scouted a location the weekend before we left and found a good area. He had to work, but my uncle rode up with me and the kids when our daughter got out of school. Everything seemed to be going as planned. We found the turn, went through the gate, but then we ran into a situation. The road we had marked on GPS, was actually a tiny off road trail, not a road suitable for a full-sized vehicle. I discovered this too late, as our truck, and trailer rambled up the bumpy, twisty road. There had to be a campsite ahead!
About 1 mile in, it was clear no human had camped on this road—ever! How do you turn a trailer around when you have a wall of pine tress, rocks, fallen logs, and a thin, boulder-encrusted road? You don’t. You also can’t back up in a truck hitched to a trailer when the trail is so rough. Thank goodness for my uncle. He talked me off a ledge. After both of us tried to turn the vehicle around, we had to unhook the trailer, use our strength and brawn to move it into a good position, back the truck up, back it up some more, and some more, then hook it up again. And then go 1 mile back down the off-road track. All while having two screaming kids and swarms of mosquitoes feasting on our legs.
We finally got back to the main road. I had a lantern and wrote a note on it instructing my husband NOT to take the fire road when he arrived at the gate. I ran about three-quarters of a mile down the better road, and discovered at the crest of the hill, there was a beautiful campsite open, and available. A herd of deer was passing through as I gasped for breath. That thin mountain air!
I rushed back to the truck, out of breath because I’m totally out of shape right now. My uncle was concerned, but helped me regain my mental state. We rambled down the road and gladly pulled into the site. Just as we were unhooking the trailer, I hear a beep and saw our little Subaru head down the road with my husband, our neighbor and our dog. Night was falling, but we had just enough daylight to set up the tents, unpack the food and get a fire started. And have a beer… and a shot of tequila! Stress relief!
The kids were happy to be out of the car and roasting hot dogs on the fire. When you live in the city, it is easy to forget how beautiful the night sky is. The Milky Way was clear and stars were shooting above us. The night was quite cold. On my weather app, the prediction was a low of 58, but it was more like 40. Luckily I brought extra blankets for the kids and Sheba and everyone seemed to stay warm.
Morning brought a beautiful sunrise and revealed a meadow with some other campers several hundred yards away. There were plenty of little trails, and when our son took a nap in the morning, I ventured out with our dog to the trail that had foiled me and the trailer. I needed to conquer it and see what was at the end! After walking about 2 miles, and reaching the top, I realized there was nothing at the top except trees, boulders and more trees. We did see a deep mud hole where it looks like a vehicle had become stuck at some point in the past few weeks. Sheba and I decided it was a good place to turn around.
Back at the camp, we enjoyed hammock time, frisbee, and collecting wildflowers. When we have a chance, our family will return to this area—this time with plenty of bug spray and a map.
Lumberjack in training.
]]>Pluses of an Air B&B or vacation rental are: multiple bedrooms, kitchen and common area, backyard with a fence, parks or attractions nearby. When we stayed in Flagstaff, my favorite part about the home was the fenced backyard with tall pine trees, a picnic table and quiet neighbors. In Idaho, the house was very large and not within our normal budget—traveling with other people and splitting the cost made the home affordable, and gave us the chance to spend as much or little time together as possible. We could walk downtown, and there were several hiking and jogging trails within half a mile of the house. Colorado has been my favorite so far. The basement apartment was quiet, and private, so when our son wouldn’t sleep, we weren’t worried about disrupting the homeowners. Also, they had a huge yard, and a sweet son who played with the kids and had several toys the kids could share.
Hotel positive points: I found it easier to stay at a hotel when we only had one child. She had plenty of room to play, breakfast was included at most places, there was a secured pool, workout room, and sometimes airport transportation. Our daughter is a good sleeper and was happy to have a big bed all to herself. Honestly? The biggest bonus of a hotel, for me, is the free breakfast. Bring it on, mom doesn’t have to cook! Also, the baby coffee maker in the room. It’s so cute, and convenient!
The downside of personal home rental: you never know what you’re walking into. Sure the photos were lovely, the host communicated openly, but there have been negative experiences from potential guests and hosts. Reviews speak volumes. I like being able to review the host, and have them review me. Although, it makes me think about the “Nosedive” episode of Black Mirror—not as grim though. Other than the slight worry of a shady situation, home rentals win hands down in my book.
Hotel shortcomings: Sound! When you have loud kiddos like mine, space is key. One time, before the kiddos were in our lives and our dogs were our kids... we took our dogs to a hotel, and we were next door to a group who partied all night and kept us up with their noise. We were there so I could run a half marathon and I was irritated at the lack of sleep, but dealt with it. In the morning, one of our dogs whined and barked, and we got charged an extra $100 for noise when the party group complained to management! Ever since, I’m paranoid if we're at a hotel and the decibel levels rise, especially with the kids. You never know what grump is lurking around. I don’t want to spend extra cash just because someone stayed up too late and was nursing a hangover and was bothered by a child or pet. Though I will take one of those fluffy waffles with some extra syrup.
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From Estes Park, to Loveland, to Rocky Mountain National Park, the kids had several new experiences, and we learned it’s much easier to travel with Nana and Papa on board. M went fishing for the first time with her dad and uncle and caught 7 fish! She was relieved to catch and release, but was still a brave kiddo and touched the fish, gently removed it from the hook and set it back into the lake. Her brother taught us that blowouts can still occur, even at 2 and a half! We also learned he’s a fan of cats. Who knew?
I loved all of the open spaces and nature preserves scattered about the Northern Colorado area. We really enjoyed exploring. We also discovered that naps are better had on long drives around the area. It was the only thing that worked! We put a lot of miles on that rental car.
One minute before I took this photo, my husband had re-read our rental car contact, and we had to have the car back to the rental agency within one hour, when the airport was most definitely an hour and a half away! Oops! Luckily we made it, only 10 minutes late and they didn't charge us. Thanks Avis!
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Why? Because a 2-year-old will not function well with no nap, at noon, for a 4 hour train ride. He will dump your champagne on the ground, try to climb over the railing of the moving train, kick, scream and be disruptive to the entire train car of passengers who paid a decent chunk of change to enjoy the lesser-seen parts of the Verde Valley. You will feel bad he was so loud and disruptive, but thankful the car was filled with several senior citizens who seemed to understand, and reminded you that they’ve been there before too.
My father-in-law treated us to the first class car of the Verde Canyon Railroad during his summertime visit. It was in the 90s, but with the train moving, I actually spent quite a bit of time out on the viewing car, taking in the canyons, cliff dwellings and Verde River as it meandered alongside the railroad tracks. Large plumes of thunderheads loomed to the north, but never actually dumped on us (much to our dismay) as we wriggled along the tracks. First class was excellent because you have a comfy couch, champagne toast and lunch provided. Being disconnected and learning the history of the railroad was incredibly relaxing… minus our toddler.
Someday we’ll look back and laugh. See his face? That’s the face of a kid ready to wreak some havoc.
Many thanks to the NYS Black Panthers and our wonderful coaches and families for giving the kids a positive sports experience.
If you have children under the age of 10, or who are 10 and older and love Legos, I will be quick to tell you to make the 5 to 6 hour drive to Carlsbad, California to visit Legoland. Our kids had one of the best times, and it is definitely the most family-friendly location we have visited thus far.
Our son was free because he is under the age of 3, and we found a smoking deal on the hotel room, plus park entrance, plus aquarium for being a Thursday to Saturday. The trip was a little daunting, but we made plans to stop several places along the drive.
Stop 1: Dateland, AZ. Get a date shake. They are delicious. They are somewhat healthy (with all of the fiber…) and the kids were big fans.
Stop 2: Yuma, AZ. We planned our stop at a park along the Colorado River. There was a large park, covered ramadas and bathrooms. The kids burned off some energy playing, eating, and slept through our next stop in the woods of Glen Oaks.
Stop 3: Alpine, CA. A nice little pocket of pine trees, and some little convenience stores. We made a pit stop, and picked up a few lollipops for the kids for the last stretch.
LEGOLAND. The kids went nuts. The pool was perfect, and sectioned off for the older kids who can swim, and the younger ones who still have floats. M and C loved playing with the blocks. The next day we had a filling breakfast, and were able to access the park early. Being that it was off-season and a Thursday, there were hardly any lines.
Next to the bigger thrill rides were small playgrounds for the little kids. My husband and I took turns riding with M while C played happily on the equipment. We were able to go back to the room and rest, then head out again before the park closed.
Beach: We drove to the beach to have dinner. The kids splashed a bit, had pizza, and I thought they’d be out. Wrong! We got back to the hotel, and there were Lego characters dressed up for Halloween, and they had a kid-friendly dance party going on in the ballroom. M spent another hour dancing her booty off with other kids around her age. What a blast!
When can we go back? Do it. More affordable than Disneyland, not as intimidating, and there to accommodate all families.
I'm doing my best to educate the kids on an age-appropriate discussion of the current events and past atrocities, while still trying to make this holiday an enjoyable one for their youth. Mix business and politics? Probably not the best idea, but I'm not going to lie about what I'm feeling. Staying silent is worse than losing customers. Watching children be ripped away from their parents while half of Americans justify it and defend these actions is disgusting. I document families quite regularly, and seeing these children and their parents suffer hits close to home. I have kids their age, and I imagine the pain and fear of losing my own kids while trying to flee violence and terror. Empathy. Simple, wholesome empathy. This country is lacking it and my prayer is that by next 4th of July, conditions will be better for those who are terrorized by our government.
Back to the point of this post. We tried desert camping in AZ, in July. I actually dislike desert camping and refused. A drought and stir-crazy kids will do a lot to sway a decision. We took a risk. My husband had the 4th off of work, and we made a spontaneous decision to rent a campsite at our local lake so we could kayak and see the fireworks without having to battle the crowds and risk a car accident or ticket on the drive home. Desert camping was surprisingly easy compared to dispersed woods camping. I prepared sandwiches for dinner, hard-boiled eggs and cereal for breakfast, plus snacks, done! No cooking required. There were restrooms with flushing toilets, the lake water had receded quite a bit, but it was within walking distance. The kids loved playing in the dirt and squirting each other in the face with water bottles to cool off.
It's our duty as parents and role-models to show our children how to be kind. Cruelty isn't in our DNA, it has to be taught. Here's to the people working hard to teach love, to teach kindness, to show our fellow human beings how good this country can be. Here's to the parents raising their children with love and showing them that when you treat others with love and kindness, you are creating a brighter future for them. Here's to the land of the free, may you heal, may we wake up and work together rather than rip each other apart.
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Our kids made it one mile in, and we stopped for a snack break. They began to crank it up, so we decided to head back. Next time I will complete it. I must!
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Jokes and pranks aside, the kids are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Easter Bunny and reading some scripture of Jesus and his resurrection. When I was a kid, we used to watch Jesus Christ Superstar after hunting for eggs and eating pancakes. I'd always try to collect the most eggs. My daughter seems to be following the same big-sisterly moves when it comes to egg hunting. It will be exciting to see how they act this year! I'm also wondering when it's appropriate to begin the tradition of Jesus Christ Superstar with my own kids. (Have you seen the sweet fashions and dance moves? Plus, the music is pretty darned good.)
We are still in the process of developing traditions. For now I'll take the time to bring the kiddos together for a portrait session. The kids spent some time playing in the desert in their finest outfits while I chased after them. By 5:45 they weren't in the mood to listen, well, my son wasn't. He kept running away from me and throwing rocks. To any parent who has had a child not want to participate in photos: it's normal. Eventually he listened after I started putting rocks on my head. He thought that was pretty hilarious. He began laughing, it also helped that Meemaw Mimi sent some candy and sister shared the jellybeans.
Happy Easter to you and yours! May you have a beautiful celebration.
went to Daniela Jay (http://danielajay.com/), this awesome boutique around the neighborhood, and picked up a beautiful set of little bunny ears. They are absolutely precious. I also scored some adorable clothes for my daughter to wear for the summer. She's growing like a weed and I love having a fashionable resale store nearby. For anyone looking to book a session, the owner said she would give 20% off to customers who have their kids wear some of the items she sells during a photo session.
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This family has heart. All of their dogs have been rescued, some from horrific conditions. All of their fish are rescues (call me naive, but I didn't know you could rescue fish!) Their cat? One day, he wandered in through the back yard and decided to stay. Despite all of the dogs, he was immediately a part of their pack! The kids? They are awesome caretakers to their pet-brothers and sisters. I really enjoyed our afternoon, this is definitely one of my favorite photo sessions so far! Thank you so much to this family for inviting me in and having the some of the best attitudes I have encountered when it comes to having family photos taken.
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An advantage of living in the desert is, February is gorgeous and on a cloudy day, you can take photos pretty much any time of day! Normally the Civic Center is so popular, it is hard to get a spot without someone photo-bombing. A weekday, during the day? Perfect.
Muchos gracias to my primos for having me be the first to document your baby boy's first time in the outdoors!
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My Copper Session provides families with 15 to 20 minute sessions at local parks in the Northwest Valley. This family was so fun to work with. The twins have such a special bond, and they loved running around in the grass and on the trail at one of our local parks. We were not able to schedule around sunset, but the afternoon light, though bold, has a beautiful way of bringing out colors and making subjects pop against Arizona's iconic blue skies.
Contact me if you're short on time, attention spans and looking for a few beautiful moments of your family.
My muse family! I adore this family! They have been with me since the beginning of my freelance photography business and I have had the privilege to document their growing family over the past 4 years. A son was recently welcomed into their family and we spent a quiet afternoon at their home to capture some moments with the new baby. His big sister was so helpful, and though there were moments of jealousy, she gave him plenty of kisses and snuggles. She will definitely be a guiding light in his life. Thank you for these moments! I adore you guys!!!
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We celebrated with a family picnic the weekend of his birthday, then on the day of, the sky was brilliant and alive with colors and clouds. We took a stroll through the desert. Explore. Keep the adventure going. Here are my favorite moments from his 2-year-old desert photo session. Nothing fancy, just the kids being kids. It's what they do best.
Photographers bring their studio to the hospital for children and families involved with in-patient and out-patient treatment. It was such an honor to be able to participate with this organization. Seeing the joy on the kids faces when I showed them their images or let them preview what I was capturing was humbling. Some kids were feeling good, some just had treatment and mustered up the courage to have a photo taken, some were silly, some were serious, some had siblings so excited to get a photo with their big brother or little sister. Some kids had parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters there for support. I asked them to get in a few photos and they did, for that I was thankful.
The Flashes volunteers, and the nurses and therapists were incredible to work with! The nurses brought out a huge box of props and the kids immediately tore through its contents to find capes, masks, boas, and silly hats. I brought along some older cameras for the kids to hold and wonder how people ever waited so long to see an image. It doesn't appear instantly on your phone? Film is still alive and well. One of my cameras still had film in it and a few of the kids used my old Minolta to take photos of their siblings. Their positive energy and excitement was refreshing.
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I have experienced childhood cancer deeply and personally. When I turned 9 I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphatic Leukemia (ALL). I remember being scared, uncertain and worried about the outcome. I had a caring doctor who worked hard to give me the best treatment. My family dropped everything to make sure I had the best care, and my mom fully devoted herself to me. Love helps. Love and support and knowing someone out there is helping you fight. Having faith and trying your best to remain positive in the face of darkness. To have made it through is still a mystery to me, but a constant reminder to do better, and be better. When this opportunity was presented to me, I knew I had to jump on board.
My family photos are somewhere, and when I locate it, I will add a photo of myself during chemotherapy to this collection. During events held for kids fighting the battle; a nurse, who was also a talented photographer, would snap these beautiful candid moments of us and mail our parents prints. My parents would frame the photos and we cherished the memory of a happy event in light of the battle. Jean--wherever you are--you are appreciated and my parents still have some of your photos framed in their home.
The following photos were some of my favorite moments from the session with these young warriors.
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The following are examples of morning light on a sunny day. The weather was cool to start, thank goodness!
The following are examples of afternoon light on a slightly overcast day. We even had a few raindrops falling before the event began! Rain in Phoenix is definitely a treat.
When my clients contact me to say they have welcomed another baby to the family, I am thrilled to document the first weeks and months of the younger child's life. Here are some of my favorites from in-home sessions with families welcoming their second or third babies.
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Two years and lots of research, time, blood, burns, and tears, and the bike has returned to its glory. My husband transformed it into a cafe racer and this week took it on its inaugural ride. We took some photos of the bike. Please note, he usually rides with protective gear, and is not a squid. Gear up!
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On the 21st of January I set an alarm, woke up early and managed to book 2 sites next to each other, and along the rocky slope rather than next to the water. As the kids get older and learn to swim, I will aim for the sites close to the lake, but for now, we are absolutely content to be along the backside of the campsite.
When I booked the sites, I never imagined so many friends would want to join us! Our friends who live in Payson (The lovely and wildly talented Rebekah Sampson Photography) were excited to go with us again. Her best friend and her family joined. My best friend and her family joined, and our neighbor (who had never camped before) joined! It meant a lot to have so many families come together to experience the lake and an outdoorsy weekend.
The drive up brought several monsoon storms dropping buckets of rain around us. We were hopeful we had missed the downpour, but as soon as we pulled up to the campsite, it began to pour! We waited it out for a little while, then set up as soon as the rainstorm lightened up. The kids enjoyed splashing in the puddles and getting muddy while the adults worked to set up camp.
Spillway was packed, there was not a vacant campsite and the majority of campers had recreational vehicles. There were a few tents scattered about. As soon as the sun broke through, the woods were filled with laughter, campfires and sounds of kids playing. The rain is a good thing because we were able to have a campfire. Ironically the first night, the kids claimed the fire, roasting hot dogs and making s’mores. For once I didn’t return home with bars of chocolate and half a bag of marshmallows.
A downside to camping at a developed site is how close your neighbors are. We heard a couple arguing, and my family was guilty of having a screaming baby for the whole night. Yes, we were THAT family. The family with the baby who decides that midnight is the best time for a scream-fest. I tried my best to help him calm down, but he wasn’t having it. By the time the sky began to lighten, I took CJ out of the tent and walked around with him. I was glad we weren’t the arguing couple though, I will take the screaming baby over an embarrassing public argument any day.
It was so quiet that morning. We even heard coyotes howling to each other in the distance. CJ pointed and in his toddler-speak said, “what’s that?” He was calm and content to be held. I wished I had thought to bring my camera, but lack of sleep has a way of clouding judgement. We walked down to the water, observed some early-morning fishermen set up along the shore. As the sun rose, I looked out to the northside of the lake and a rainbow appeared. I felt like it was a little blessing shining down on us. The sky turned from purple, to pink to orange, and a mist rolled off the lake. No camera! Mental pictures were taken. I was just thankful CJ found contentment in nature. We watched eagles as they dove down to the water to catch fish and fly back up to their nests. These are the moments I live for while camping. Moments that remind me how small I am, and how fortunate we are for the world we live in. To share it with my son made it more meaningful.
Some of the kids caught fish that morning, and M got to observe her new best friend cleaning the fish with her dad. M was afraid of the crawdads, but she was brave and touched the fish. She thought it was silky. We took the kayaks out on the water, but CJ wasn’t having it. Luckily I was able to sneak away with the girls for a quick jaunt on the lake. Peace at last.
For M’s birthday I baked brownies and cookies to share… she was pretty tired by the time I lit the candle to sing to her, and she screamed at me that she hated brownies while we sang. AWESOME. Crank-a-saurus. I had to laugh. This is what parenting is about, you take the good with the bad, and other parents just seem to understand. I can’t wait to show her the photos when she is older. Remember that time you screamed at me for making you birthday brownies and cookies?
My sister sent a hammock for my birthday and it was a huge hit. Secured between two towering Ponderosa pines, the kids took turns swinging, and pushing each other. Julia’s family brought a Ninja Warrior adventure course, and we had families from other campsites stopping by to try it out. M loved exploring with the bigger kids. They spent ours exploring the hills by the campsite, and fortunately no one was lost.
The second night of sleep was slightly better, but a car alarm went off, more arguing from our neighbors, and more crying from our son. The lack of calm had me walking around with him again, but this time I remembered my camera. No rainbow, or brilliant sunrise, but it was still calm and I managed to snap some candid photos of my baby boy checking out the woods.
When we returned to the campsite, the kids were quietly watching a family of elk pass through. There were even a few babies with the mamas and a large buck led the way. Again, one of those moments you pray to have while camping. A chance for the kids to see what nature is all about. We managed to get out on the water again, and this time both kids fell asleep, CJ in dad’s kayak and M in mine. They were exhausted. So were we.
By the time we were packing up, the storm clouds were rolling in and a shower greeted us as we rushed to tether down the items in our truck and re-attach the trailer. We took State Route 260 home and enjoyed the scenic landscape and several more monsoon showers as we descended into Phoenix. I love camping, but there is nothing like your own bed. All 4 of us slept so well that night. And Sheba was thankful to have us home. So thankful she peed with excitement in the garage when we arrived.
Thank you to our friend and their kiddos for such a wonderful weekend.
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And of course, baby brother jumped in on the action!
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE this photo. They are one of my favorite couples ever.
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Dads are there to help first borns transition into big brothers and big sisters. (And give mamas a little break!)
Dads are there to share in a laugh, or be part of the joke.
Dads are there to answer life's big questions.
Dads have kids who come back home for life's big moments, like marriage.
Dads are there for play and spontaneous spinning.
Dads know how to encourage the best smile from their babies.
Dads are there through rain or shine.
Dads are there to help sleepy kiddos wake up from their naps.
Dads are there to celebrate life's little achievements, like a first dance recital.
Dads are there to wrangle the kids when crankiness settles in.
Dads are there to comfort when health is not 100%
And after the kids have grown and moved on to their adult lives, extra special dads graduate into the role of grandpa. Here's to the best Papa in the whole world. (I love you dad!)
]]>She loves books and was snooping through our bookshelves. We pulled The Iliad, The Odyssey and "At Work" by the legendary Annie Leibovitz. M found "At Work" to be the most interesting given the photos, but then she added in "Night Night Farm" by Thomas Nelson with its beautiful renderings of animals going to sleep on their farm.
I also took a risk and submitted a few photos to be featured in the Women in Photography group for Women in Focus International. We'll see what happens! A goal of mine is to submit more work for consideration.
Thank you for being my muse, M.
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One of the best things about working at PetSmart is their partnership with Bright Horizons and the Lil' Paws school within the PetSmart campus. M and I adored the school and her teachers. Once she started going full-time I noticed a change in her. She became more confident and was learning by leaps and bounds. I credit much of her verbal and social skills to the time she spent enrolled at the Bright Horizons daycare.
A difficult part about deciding to leave PetSmart, was leaving Bright Horizons. Months after I resigned, we would be driving on the I-17 and M would pipe up from the backseat, "mom? When can I go back to my school?" Me, feeling guilt, confusion, wishing I could have kept her enrolled a few days even though I didn't work there anymore... "Sorry baby, mommy doesn't work there anymore."
It was an honor to be contacted by Lil' Paws when their fall photos came up. They wanted something different than your traditional backdrop, and "cheese" smile photos you see in most school systems. Some parents also wanted the option to be in the photos with their children. I put on my Pinterest and craft hat to brainstorm some outdoor portrait session ideas. For fall we went with an apple orchard theme. The new format was a success and I was invited back for spring photos.
With spring and nice weather, you are likely to see hot air balloons across the Arizona horizon in the morning and evening. I thought the kids would enjoy an imaginary balloon ride across their grassy play area. The model in the following photos had so much fun, he came back after his first session in a different shirt! I loved the moments I captured between him and his mom. Their bond is strong and beautiful.
Thank you Lil' Paws and Bright Horizons for hiring me to take your school's spring portraits!
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And now, here's to afternoon sunlight and lens flare for some natural light portraits!
Styling was on-point and mixed well with the environment. Their daughter really enjoyed playing in the dirt and sand, collecting rocks and handing them to us throughout the photo session. I adore you guys, thank you so much for choosing me again and again!
Our session was so beautiful and fun. The light and temperature were perfect as we ventured into a woodland environment, finding some absolutely beautiful locations and managing to avoid photo-bombing other photographers working in the area. (Bonus points if you can guess where we are!)
Congratulations on heading into a new chapter of your life. My husband is a Sun Devil and he will rave about the amazing education Arizona State University provides. This young woman is going on to do amazing things, just wait and watch! Thank you for working with me and helping me create such beautiful portraits.
I wish you the best as you move to Flagstaff and become a Lumberjack. One of my favorite things about Northern Arizona University is experiencing a small town, with a really diverse entertainment scene and nature activities at every turn. An hour from the Grand Canyon, 3 hours from Las Vegas, Route 66 ruins within a quick drive. I love NAU and Flagstaff. Definitely one of my favorite places to visit. Thanks for a great session. I was so happy with how these photos turned out!
We did a small Mom & Me photo session in a local park. Here are some of my favorite photos from our mini session. I will be offering Mom and Me Mini Sessions through May. Please contact me for details.
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Not that I don't love talking about talented pets, and I wasn't in charge of who was eligible for travel reimbursement, but there were processes in place and not just anyone could model. Also, pets had to have basic training and not be fearful of the studio lighting.
I took a chance and said hello. There was a kind voice on the other end and she had been trying to reach me for several weeks. She kept being re-routed, but never to my line. She had sent a booklet of info, but I had never received it. I stuck with her, I got a good feeling about her and her business. I reached out to my manager and asked if we could bring the group in because certain clients were requesting certain breeds that were hard to find.
Thank goodness for that phone call!
Arizona Animal Actors came into the office and I was delighted to meet such a kind mother and daughter business team. They had well-trained pets, and were eager to find what we needed for our projects and ads. http://azanimalactors.com
Now I'm on my own, running my small business, and we get to see each other every now and then when I assist on big photo shoots. I was so fortunate to team up with Arizona Animal Actors for their most recent audition and fundraiser. The proceeds from the photo shoot went to Animal Doctors to the Rescue (http://littlecrittersvet.com/vet-gilbert/animal-doctors-to-the-rescue.php). Animal Docs are a group of veterinarians who donate their time and resources to finding forever, loving homes for pets who are brought in with severe injuries, or illnesses and are in need of a family. One of my goals with starting my own business is to give back.
We had nearly 30 pets and pet parents come through on the day of the audition! Another great thing that occurred was ABC News 15 reached out to interview Kama about her business, and she and her mom asked me to be part of it! Thank you Kama and Jubie for opening the doors to an amazing partnership.
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Here are some of my favorite photos!
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And now... the favorite moments!
We played cupid in the Arizona desert, complete with cactus, shrubs, dirt, and beautiful light for an advertisement for mini sessions.
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This month began like any other. The transition occurred during out family’s weekend getaway to Tucson to visit family and have an excuse to stay at a luxury resort. Normal, right? Not really, but you and your sister enjoyed exploring the hotel, swimming at the pool, and having plenty of opportunities to be held by family.
The next week we discovered that your breakout of hives is related to food allergies. We now know the wicked foods are: peanuts, tree nuts, eggs and banana. Staples of a child’s diet growing up… some of the only foods your sister will eat! All of the foods I ate while pregnant with you. Especially PB and banana. Especially eggs, because breakfast is my favorite. Needless to say, I have struggled these past few weeks as I debate about what to feed you, worried that any new food might trigger a reaction.
We are fortunate it was caught early and the reaction was not so severe it warranted a trip to the emergency room. We are also lucky that we have an EpiPen now, despite the recent controversy. The doctor was kind and gave us a coupon that helped make it more affordable. I pray we need not have an experience where we use it, but I am thankful to have it nonetheless.
Despite the allergy wake-up call, we have been exploring and you have been moving all over the place! Crawling has led to climbing, which has created the path to cruising and standing for a few seconds at a time as you surprise yourself with your newfound freedom. Nothing is safe from CJ! Especially your sister’s Barbies and hair! Especially the dollhouse she has meticulously pieced together in her own logical sense.
I try to correct, but being the inappropriate mom I am, I laugh. How can I not chuckle when she shouts, “don’t touch me! He’s looking at my doll! Don’t crawl by me! That’s mine!” She still has quite a bit to learn about sharing. You will help teach her. She will help teach you. Seeing the two of you interact makes me count my blessings and makes me pray for a close sibling relationship. The two of you will share secrets and protect each other. You two make me so happy and bring my joy despite the trials parents face as we struggle to make the best decisions to help guide you to a successful future.
Here is to my early walker and nature-lover who did great on his first camping trip. Who will no doubt be exploring with his sister on the next trip.
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A big part of our couple culture is enjoying the outdoors and embracing nature. Any chance we have, my husband and I are outside exploring, and experiencing what Mother Nature has to offer. Whether we are in the desert, being mindful of the cacti and native reptiles, or in the woods, hoping to catch a glimpse of a deer or elk, we consider the natural space of Earth to be important.
This year we had the opportunity to share this with both of our kids. M turned three in July, and CJ is on the upside of 7-months. In April I decided I would do some research on camping with children, and search for availability at Arizona campsites for Labor Day Weekend. As luck would have it, other brave parents travel, camp, backpack, and kayak with their young children. It can be done!
Though the weekend was reserved at nearly every woodland campsite in Arizona, a few had Thursday and Friday spaces available. I jumped on an opening at Christopher Creek just east of Payson—It was even Creekside! Now I will say, camping with young children does take quite a bit of preparation and planning. After sorting through our camping gear, I discovered CJ did not have any warm clothes. In AZ it is hard to find winter clothes, especially while it is still 100+ degrees outside.
There is a great children’s resale store called Kid-To-Kid and I had no problem finding warm, footie pajamas and knitted hats at a very low cost. I also have a Kelty hiking backpack for infants I purchased when M was still a baby. CJ loves it and is comfy and shaded when I hike. I prepared snack bags with M’s favorite treats, and made sure to bring her sand toys, and items durable enough to be played with outside. I also went to two different dollar stores and found plenty of kitchen goods and inexpensive toys that could be beat up. Cabela’s had children’s lanterns and head lamps. My mom found a mosquito net for pack & plays at Marshall’s!
The campsite was clean, conveniently located, and far enough away from the main highway. The spots were close to each other, and we ended up downwind from the restroom, but the flat space was nice because M only had one major spill during the two-day trip. The creek was very shallow, and there was a small swimming hole that was a quick 5-minute hike away from the campground. M had a blast splashing around in the water with her dad.
CJ is beginning to crawl, and pull himself to a stand. I think I have an early walker on my hands! To keep him contained during the day, I brought an inexpensive inflatable pool that we set on a tarp. My sister-in-law brought foam puzzle piece mats to help give him cushioning. We would move it to the shade during the day and he was happy to crawl around and play with his toys. We used a small pack & play in the tent, and I dressed him in layers to keep him warm.
The first night was a little rocky because he woke up hungry, and in return woke his sister up. She stayed up with us and I convinced her to use the bathroom with me. She had a zero-accident trip, and slept pretty well in her cot. Her dollar store lantern turned out to be the perfect nightlight and I was pleasantly surprised at how well both kids slept!
Overall, the trip was enjoyable and it was a pleasure to see how the kids interacted with their natural environment. When we were packing up to leave, M kept saying she didn’t want to go home. She keeps asking when our next trip is. Next year I plan to search for a campsite much earlier in the year, and, I think we will try dispersed camping so we can bring Sheba too.
Stores to check out for affordable gear: Local children's resale stores, Dollar Stores, Target & Walmart
Stores with outdoors gear and children-specific tech gear: Cabela's, Sportsman's Warehouse
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Bonding time with Papa.
M: That's MY papa, not yours.
Me: He's Papa to both of you. He loves you both.
M: Pouts, gives C the evil eye and walks away.
Does the jealousy ever wane?
The aftermath of blueberries.
Meeting his cousin at his sister's birthday party. They kept smiling at each other. Also, shooting on auto mode was no bueno... manual mode for life!
Her expression reminds me of Salvador Dali.
Even professional photographers have cranky children who don't always want a photo taken.
Kisses from our Sheba girl.
Baby bowtie, baby jeans, baby suspenders = cuteness overload. And who said baby boy clothes aren't fun?! I love it!
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Reality surfaces. What have I become? Clarity! In the end, the look and details do not matter because SO MANY WONDERFUL friends and family showed up to support your baby girl as she turned three! Your daughter is blessed, you and your whole family is blessed, darnit! Focus on the important stuff: the love, family and friends who played and splashed and sang and ate cupcakes and made your little girl so, damned, happy, are what truly matter.
Thank you to everyone for making MAM's day special. Even if one person showed up with a shoelace, my daughter would have been over the moon to spend time playing with them. May you never lose your spark for life, and adventure my brave girl. Strong girls, strong world. Your bright light makes this world a better place and even though I go a little nuts with your stubborn nature, I am so proud to have a feisty and fierce daughter.
And, next year we are going to Peter Piper Pizza. OK? Ok.
This boy wants to move. He is constantly rolling around, and I really think he's going to break some teeth soon. The drool is out of control.
Fourth of July photo shoot... the toddler had tears rather than smiles, but our little guy wanted to participate, especially once the flag was added.
Every time I see this photo of him, I think: GOOOOOOOOAL! Viva futbol.
He was showing off his rolling skills while rocking his ASU onesie with the Sun Devils gold as the background. I need to get him some NAU gear.
Please tell me how this child went from a baby girl to little girl so quickly? Showing off her new haircut for me.
The truth and reality behind photographing babies... sometimes that fussy cry means a spitup is on the way.
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Summer in Arizona means plenty of pool time. He didn't mind his sister kicking water at him.
Water and chalk is all a toddler needs to be occupied for an hour.
We cannot forget our fur-kid too. She's so good with the kids and I am thankful for that.
Morning face, boogies and all.
This smile... Morning hair and all. She is honest.
The knowing smile that little brothers are supposed to irritate their big sisters occasionally. Wait a minute, this is one of my new favorite photos of my two babies.
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Me: Please stand next to your brother for one photo.
M: No, he's stinky and yucky.
Me: Sigh.
C: Laughs
Kisses from his big sister bring smiles to his face.
Still a bit of the peeling skin lingering.
Hello, room service?
I took a similar photo of his sister when she was the same age.
Sweet toddler kisses to baby boy.
This is quite possibly my favorite photo of the kids so far. I didn't even intend for them to match!
Future motorcycle rider like daddy.
A few sweet bonding moments with his sister.
She refused to get dressed.
Tantrums over not being able to fit the wrist-band over her toddler-head... oh 2-year-olds! It's inappropriate, but sometimes your meltdowns make me laugh.
This little guy loves smiling! A tickle and he is all laughs.
]]>When M was born, I was still working my full-time job, and I had every intention of documenting her each week with a formal session. Real life happened and I fell short after only 8 weeks. Despite not accomplishing the weekly photo, I managed to snag a monthly photo of her as she graduated into toddlerhood. Now that I am fully freelance, I have the flexibility to set my own schedule, and I have committed to documenting these two kiddos every week for the next year.
Here is CJ's first month with big sister M along to help. I am so grateful for my husband and our little family. Through the happy times and challenging ones, I am reminded of life's blessings.
Our little threesome, soon to be foursome woke to find some gifts from Santa for M sitting on the fireplace. She enjoyed yet another gift opening experience, and it looks like her favorite Christmas gift is her Mr. Potato Head which came from some good friends of ours. After breakfast, M and I had a dance party in her bedroom while she twirled in her favorite tutu. Later in the day we shared a meal of vegetable soup, tamales, Spanish rice and beans. For dessert, my sister found an awesome platter of cupcakes slathered in chocolate frosting, tiny green "pine trees," and of course Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus in the manger. I could not help but think of the Cake Wrecks blog.
Thank you for a beautiful 2015 and the support and love of family and friends. We love you so much. - B & Family
Nothing says Merry Christmas like vanilla cupcakes, chocolate frosting, sprinkles, and tiny green pine trees. They were tasty. Poor Joseph kept tipping over.
M: "Oh, Papa, that's yucky!" (In regards to the cigars.)
]]>Thanksgiving Day everyone chipped in to cook and set up the house. M was certainly enjoying all of the extra attention and was not too interested in mommy-time. With aunts, grandmas, uncles and grandpas, there were plenty of people to help pay attention to her. She also went on her first quad ride with daddy... and now she wants her own quad, "with a helmet." Smart kid, she's not getting on any motorized vehicle without the proper riding gear and training. I think this was one of my husband's happiest moment with her. He's been waiting for her to get to an age where she can enjoy the same activities he does.
The following day we took down the fall decor and I had help with preparing the house for Christmas. M had a chance to go to the big park with Meemaw and show off on the slide and motorcycle play toy. We celebrated an early Christmas with a backyard fire, homemade pizzas and and hot cocoa. I may or may have not been overindulging this holiday season. Thank you for a fun celebration!
Her expression after going for a spin down the street with dad on the quad. More please!
It has been a tradition in the family to take a Thanksgiving Day walk, hike or bike ride. This year we opted for a hike behind the house.
My MIL makes some delicious and beautiful deviled eggs. In the background, my husband's least favorite thing off our wedding registry: the gravy boat. "Why do we need this?" For occasions like Thanksgiving and Christmas... everyone needs a gravy boat.
After waking up from a nap to find her Pop Pop in the house. "No photos until I've woken up, please!" - M
Even Sheba received a few gifts.
It turns out her favorite toy was this balloon on a rubber band. She was quite sad when it popped a few days later.
Though it was a quick visit, we had time to stop at the aquarium and spend quality time together. When it was time for Meemaw to fly back home, M was quiet. As we pulled away from the airport, she said, "Meemaw lives at the airport." We tried to explain she uses the airport to fly between Arizona and her home in the Midwest. "No, she lives at the airport." Ok. Whatever you say, M. I understand how that concept makes sense to a 2-year-old.
Here are some photos from the visit.
When we returned to the house I decided for my 32nd and my daughter's second birthday, it would be great to reserve a campsite at Woods Canyon Lake on the Mogollon Rim so our family could spend a weekend kayaking and exploring the area. We had been talking about taking her camping for months and were looking forward to summer. Little did I know, Baby McCray 2.0 would be on the horizon within less than 3 months! Despite feeling ill throughout the first 20 weeks of the pregnancy, I kept the reservation and we went out of town anyway. I was early enough into the pregnancy that I could still kayak and hike.
My parents and uncle also joined us for the adventure. At the last minute, the Sampson family was also able to join us with their girls! It was a first camping trip for all of the kids, so we were happy to be in the same situation. M enjoyed having two playmates to run around with during the day. The weather ended up being perfect, and it was peaceful to experience the lake in the middle of an Arizona summer. The temperatures were in the 70s during the day and 50s in the evening. The only thing I would change is not bringing Sheba... she does better with dispersed camping where she can run free.
Being outside, and interacting with the outdoors has been a core value of our family since the moment my husband and I met. We were used to loading up the Jeep or Truck with whatever essentials** we needed, and heading out to the woods with our dirt bikes and the dogs to find some random forest road to camp near. Since we met it was our tradition to try and camp at least 3 times a summer and ride the dirt bikes several times per month.
Initially I was intimidated to camp with a toddler. How would she sleep? What if she wandered off? What if she cries the whole time? Since becoming parents we moved our regular outdoor trips to the back burner to focus on how to help a little person thrive. It turns out, part of helping children thrive, is introducing them to new experiences and adventures as a family. Her first off-road trip took place when she was 7 months old and she loved the bumps and turns in the road. For our camping trip it was helpful having the grandparents along to help wrangle her or occupy her so my husband and I could enjoy a paddle by ourselves. I am thankful for my parents. M is lucky to have grandparents like them and I hope they will join us for future trips.
M did great on her first camping trip, and it helped that her nana and papa brought extra goodies to keep her occupied. She still talks about kayaking and fishing with daddy, and I am hoping we are helping her learn the importance of taking care of nature and enjoying the less-traveled spots on Earth. We are looking forward to camping next year, this time with M and her baby brother. Thank you for a wonderful weekend.
**I am not known for packing light. This drives my husband nuts. I just like to be prepared in case of wind, rain, snow, or drought. Even if it means the car is bursting at the windows with gear we never touch during the entire camping trip :)
M never wants photos with her mama. Only if Mrs. Sampson is taking the picture.
Campfire french toast from Pinterest... didn't turn out as Pinterest-worth as I had hoped!
Morning breakfast buddies. I love the little pink camping chairs.
Bald Eagles nest around the lake. My husband and I had the blessing of seeing one swoop down to catch a fish in its talons and fly up to its nest to share with the family. Amazing experience.
In the middle of the night a herd of elk wandered by the campsite. Sheba found a pile of their droppings and decided it would be best for everyone if she rolled around in it. Thank goodness the campsite had running water and I had dish soap. Our dog is crazy.
Mr. Sampson is an expert at making a good fire!
This is the kind of expression she gives me when she is over having her photo taken. She was ready for her marshmallows and hot cocoa.
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The route to get to the beach from the hotel a twist-filled, two lane mountain road that wove through the hills of the Santa Monica Mountains. My husband had a really fun time navigating the turns in the sporty sedan we rented to complete the journey from Phoenix to Los Angeles. Turns out it was more cost effective to rent a car rather than purchase 2 airline tickets. (M was still under 2, and eligible for taking a flight while sitting on a comfy lap.)
We showed up at the campsite in time to walk the half mile to the private cove where the ceremony was to be held. I planned on snapping a few photos as documentary, but was not the official wedding photographer. It was a very heartfelt, low-key ceremony and about 30 were in attendance. My cousin and her husband both have adult daughters who also are photographers, so there were plenty of shutterbugs in the crowd. I guess you could call it crowd-sourced wedding photography.
Following the ceremony we had lunch at a nearby restaurant with a large deck and view of the water. The weather was gorgeous. That evening we returned to the campsite to find a feast prepared by one of our uncles, and the bride's sister and brother. We enjoyed making custom s'mores, and hot cocoa around a roaring campfire as temperatures dipped into the 50s. What a beautiful way to celebrate love and finding a partner to share life's adventures! Thank you to the bride and groom for inviting us to be present for your nuptials and join in the festivities!
Taking a walk with one of her great aunts.
M with her great aunt and two great uncles. Sometimes you just can't get through the day without a pacifier.
To commemorate the occasion, we pooled our resources together and rented a beautiful home on the outskirts of Tucson in the foothills of Tucson Mountain Park for a few days. It was nice to have the family stay in one location and spend quality time cooking together and catching up. The weekend was filled with laughter, and exploration of Tucson and Southern Arizona. From enjoying samples at the Sonoita and Elgin vineyards, to checking out the historic Old Tucson Studios, each day was filled with activities. The house was surrounded by Sonoran desert beauty, and I even had a chance to go for a run through the hilly, spacious neighborhood. In the evenings, a herd of javelin were scratching around the property, and coyotes were audible in the distance. After the weekend I have a newfound appreciation for Southern Arizona and look forward to a chance to spend more time checking out hiking, and the vineyards when schedules and finances permit.
One, big, silly family. There were quite a few who attended the graduation ceremony the evening before, but did not stay the night.
Primas!
Arizona Hops & Vines was one of my favorite locations.
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With spring in the air, and Easter upon us, I took M down to the grassy patch in our community to take some fun photos of her in a fluffy, floral dress from Nana. She was willing, excited to be the focus of attention, and ended up having a fun time running and rolling around the grass.
Later in the day, after she was ready for bedtime, she sat still for a few quick photos with my new light, and even harassed the dog in the process. I know parenting a toddler is tough, but it is also so rewarding. I love this kid. She's taught me to go with the flow.
Sheba is not amused.
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Greyhounds are regal, gentle creatures. Cleo was a calm, independent soul who immediately attached herself to me. In the rescue community, you will hear the tearm, "heart dog", referring to the dog with whom you bond the strongest if you have multiple pets. Cleo was absolutely my heart dog. I have never felt such a strong connection with any of my previous pets. She was rarely naughty, with only two vices, digging holes, and eating things that are better left picked up with a plastic baggie on walks. No one is perfect. But Cleo was pretty darned close.
She was our strong girl, tough as nails, protective when needed, but gentle with adults, children and babies. The outdoors always called to her, she loved going on camping trips with us and traveling. Horses and cows were the only other creatures she ever barked at. Apples were her weakness, and we were never able to finish an apple without sharing half of it with her. Once you bit into it, the crunch alerted her from wherever she was in the house, and the click of her nails as she pranced over signaled that you had been caught. Her teeth would chatter and she would whine at you until you shared a piece, or three.
Both of our male hounds succumbed to illness at young ages, and after a heartbreaking short time with our family. Cleo held strong. She was sturdy, large for a female greyhound, and thankfully pretty healthy. She was 11 when our daughter was born.
During those long nights during the first weeks and months of motherhood, Cleo would wander in the nursery and settle in on the floor offering her quiet comfort. As M grew, she loved when Cleo walked into her room, squealing with delight as she sniffed the crib. "Hi Buggies" was one of M's first phrases. Buggies was one of her many nicknames.
Over the holidays Cleo was growing obviously weaker, as she neared 13-years of age, and by mid-January, it was obvious she was uncomfortable and in pain, though she hid it quite well. We came to the most difficult decision pet parents ultimately make if their pet does not pass away naturally. Neither of us were prepared to say goodbye. Being distracted with parenthood, work, life, we took for granted that Cleo would be around forever. The day before our difficult decision, I was in the backyard with Cleo, M and our other dog, Sheba. I knew it was my last chance to take photos of my graceful, gentle hound, and the following collection are some of my favorite photos. It has taken me so long to be able to share the images, but if I keep them to myself, Cleo's memory does not live on. Thank you for nearly 7 wonderful years, Cleo Bug. We miss you and hope you are running free with The Pharaoh and Quixie.
I am not a huge fan of M picking things off the ground and eating them, but sometimes you just aren't fast enough.
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Here are a few photos I snapped behind the house in our beautiful desert backyard. It was also a great opportunity to test the video and HDR feature on my new camera.
A Photoshop HDR composite. I think the option was "ARTISTIC"...
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Stay home? Don't drive? Isn't that a bit over-dramatic for a rain storm?
Well, they were kind of right, some sections of major Arizona roadways were indeed closed and people were indeed in trouble due to flooding. Husband and I decided to give the commute an attempt. Despite some flooded areas near the house, I was able to take back roads and side streets to arrive at the office only 45 minutes late. The drive home was uneventful, despite the grumpy toddler who joins me on my commute vocalizing her displeasure in my failure to provide her with crackers to snack on. Here are some photos from our adventure to and from work.
Drive to work:
During my lunch break...
On the drive home...
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The first weeks and months were filled with sleepless nights, tears, triumphs, and the startling realization that each phase does not last forever and that time moves incredibly fast. My own parents often comment with how quickly time flies. Now I understand. Each moment shared with her is precious and I eagerly await the moment I can head to my car and drive home to spend time with her.
As I planned her first birthday, I focused on making it a family event, maybe a few people would show up. It is the middle of summer in Phoenix, who really wants to leave the house? Well, it turns out a lot of people. Everyone I invited showed up. We were overwhelmed by the love our family and friends have for little M. She reveled in the attention and showed off for everyone. That first bite of cake? Magical.
Thank you to the family and friends who took the time to drive to our home to share in the celebration of M's first year. We are thankful for the love you have for her. - A, B & M
Many thanks to my friend, S, for snapping these photos of us. So thankful you took these.
Real life sugar rush.
M LOVES her Pop Pop. She is kind of obsessed with him.
By driving we were able to bring our jogging stroller and took several walks and runs through Balboa Park. We stayed at an awesome hotel that was over 100 years old and directly across from the park. M loved exploring the new environment and didn't want to go to sleep the first night. We took her to the beach and she seemed to be confused by the sand and water.
The bride and her family were so welcoming and loving. We had a bachelorette party at a fantastic little pub that served specialty drinks and was housed in a historic pharmacy. The day of the wedding, a small crowd gathered beneath two trees in Balboa Park and the bride and groom vowed their love to each other. It was touching and meaningful to see the care and respect they have for each other. This was the first time I got to spend time with a groom prior to a wedding, my husband helped him get ready, and served as his best man.
Thank you for a wonderful weekend and for inviting us to be part of your vows and commitment.
Here is a sampling of my favorite (heavily filtered) photos.
Goodbye, Phoenix! We will see you in a few days.
The creepy basement stairwell in my sister's apartment.
Old train cars from across the country that have been transformed into street cars.
The awesome street car driver who gave us a personal narration of the history of San Francisco.
There she is! The Golden Gate Bridge.
The Japanese Gardens were beautiful... I personally search for enlightenment on a daily basis.
Enlightenment such as the naked bike ride, going right through the Haight Ashbury neighborhood!
The Moraga Staircase leads up to a spectacular view of the city. It was well worth the climb.
We of course needed to take the tour of Alcatraz Prison... the tour was haunting, disturbing, and strangely beautiful.
We ended our visit with a climb to Lombard Street.
Thank you for a wonderful visit, G! We enjoyed ourselves and wish we had more time to spend exploring. When I have an opportunity to return, I will certainly explore by foot again... about 35,000 steps over 3 days, and many unexpected encounters.
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A storm pouring down on Camp Verde. It made the ride a bit chilly, but the coolness was beautiful since Phoenix is so hot!
Fresh juniper berries were growing along the highway. Would anyone care for a Rogue Juniper Pale Ale? Yum! (http://www.rogue.com/roguebeers/)
The Strawberry one room school house is a museum you can tour. I highly recommend stopping by! (http://strawberryschool.org)
We had a delicious lunch at The Randall House in Pine, AZ. (http://therandallhouse.com)
We took a walk around Woods Canyon Lake... it was so peaceful and refreshing!
