When Daddy Climbs Mountains

With two weeks until d-day, I wasn't worried about laboring alone (yes I was). I was also concerned about his life. It might have been a small risk, smaller than driving down the highway, BUT it doesn't mean I don't worry the entire time, minus the part when I'm still sleeping in my warm, comfy bed. However, I am glad he and Kevin could finally reach their goal to summit Nebo (as close as allowed). He tells me about the cougar prints in their tracks on the way down and the potential cliff made of pure snow (no solid ground) that finally made them stop on the way up. Ya know, those are my favorite stories to hear. At least Kevin brought his phone & took pictures.

They left at about 4 PM to drive up there and start hiking. Probably hiked a mile in before they made camp on Friday night. Then hiked for 8 hours to the top and 4 hours back down on Saturday. So we decided to have a girls night, which was kind of nice as our 1-1 right before the baby comes.

We decided to see a matinee of The Good Dinosaur at the dollar theatre. It is extremely difficult to get her to leave the arcade area. The movie itself was a little too sad and too much about fear if you ask me. At one point I thought Lexi was going to cry, right after yelling out "not again!" I said it softly and just cracked up when she yelled it out so sincerely. It really was upsetting though, ha.

We ate Zupas on a gift card after the movie. I think she only remembers the chocolate strawberry that I let her have every time. But she did help me with my cauliflower soup, a recent vegetable on the hit list. Then we came home and snuggled and I let her sleep on daddy's side to keep me company. Pancakes followed the morning, along with a trip to Sprouts and a painting session (made a card for Maren on her birthday). We didn't hike a mountain, but maybe some day...

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