Oooh, Pretty.After openly mocking Tony on the Internet last week (using an alias of course). He came over tonight and figured out how to upload pictures from my cell phone to my computer. Let's hear it for Tony. Hip Hip....
It's a good thing he did too because I forgot my camera for our weekend outing and ended up taking a bunch of pictures on my cell phone. I did this knowing full well that I couldn't get those pictures onto the Internet. But, like I said, Tony is a genius. And voila, cell phone quality photos of Kaaterskill Falls for your viewing pleasure.
It would seem that my sleeping habits mimic those of a college student. So it should come as a shock to no one that I didn't roll out of bed until 10 on Saturday morning. (Coach woke up with the kids.) Since I experienced a restful 8.5 hr night's sleep I popped out of bed and told Coach, "We're going hiking." To which he replied, "I was hoping to take a nap." Then I took him down MMA style and he got in the car like I said.
Sometimes I just have to remind him who the boss is around here.
Bella, ah sweet Bella, and her muck muck boots hiked like a champ. Right up until her father fell while he was holding her hand and took her down with him. Then she wanted a band-aid. There was no blood.
Coach helped Braden up the trail and I helped him down. Afterwards I ask Braden what his favorite part of the hike was. It was either, getting muddy and wet from all of the puddles on the trail from the MASSIVE amounts of rainfall we've had or throwing rocks into the waterfall at the top of the trail. Either way, he had a good time and took an awesome nap after.
Having successfully completed a mile hike. I rewarded my kids by letting them splash in the water and of course throw more rocks. Coach took a more traditional approach and bought them chips at a vendor that had set up in the parking lot. He bought himself a Schweppes Ginger Ale because we all know that soda is a much better choice of beverage when trying to rehydrate than the 3 bottles of water I had in the car.Hiking with small children is more mentally tiring than physically. After I buckled my muddy, wet and tired children into their carseats I settled into the passenger seat and promptly shut-off my brain for recharging. The hike must have had the opposite effect on Coach because he began to think about some of the world's greatest issues and concerns. I know this because as he settled into his seat and took a sip of his Ginger Ale he turned to me and said, "Yeah, Canada Dry is better than Schweppes."
And then we went home.
My life is so an episode from Seinfeld.
