little moon eyes

The last three days I have gotten up, cooked an egg or some oats, poured two cups of milk, sat down knees bent up in my chair knitting, sipping, waking, knitting, and staring at my boys growing.  Particularly the one is three coming up on four and he is so big.  So big.  I finally got the nerve to go ahead and set him see what he could do out there on his own.  We decided a month ago or so he would enjoy a camp offered near by, at The Purple Crayon, only three hours in the morning for five days, that includes some normal toddler like activities followed up by hikes through the forest with a forest ranger.  The building is made for artistic minds of all ages and is quite enticing.  My little man has an avid eye for birds a strong will to run (and fast!) but not much of a desire to leave his mama’s hand behind.  With this knowledge I was under the impression that leaving would be well… a problem.  I knew that I would never ever leave him in a mess of tears screaming for me, so I promised him I would in fact stay the whole day, everyday if he wanted me to.  So Rowan and I camped out for the first day, with much to do and see, and many trucks to play with.  We hiked through the forest, aware of the campers were making sure not to cross direct paths.  We rotated from the play room to the playground when the timing was right.  And, yes I am sure, I was that mama, the only mama who stayed put for the day.  But I didn’t mind, I made a promise.  A promise I would not waver on; My little mans trust depended on it.  But the thing was… minus a few quick check ins, he needed me not after all.

My heart swirls around in my chest and my eyes well up with tears each time he descends down those stairs at the end of the day’s hike.  His little walking stick in hand, headband holding back those “you will not cut my hair under any circumstance” locks, showing off all those pearly whites with a grin so big his eyes are just little crescent moons, it’s a thing to behold.  He is having a good time.  It is true, I am so very glad to have this experience behind us.  But it is also true that I will also be glad to have our normal routine come creeping back as well.

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When I was pregnant with Miles, my sweet man and I spent our Sunday’s hiking the red rocky crusts of Arizona.  Living in Flagstaff gave us the rare chance to be in easy travelling distance to the vortex’s of Sedona, the largest Ponderosa Stand in the world, golden aspen and 10,000 foot peaks, amongst countless other beautiful treasures.  Truth is, three years later, I still miss that spot like I would a piece of my body.  But, that is a whole different topic all together.

Our hikes were done religiously.  It was a built-in way to spend time together, a thing we knew would be more difficult in a few short months; And it was the perfect solution to living in a place with so many sights to see it is almost overwhelming.  Little by little, forty weeks later (well 38 really), we felt we had seen a slice of what Northern Arizona has to offer.  Only a slice mind you, but it was something.

I sort of feel the same way here.  The amount of flowing rivers and streams, waterfalls and gorges, stands of amazing tree’s, types of moss and fern, and dinosaurs buried under the earth (not really but this is the way I always envisioned a mountains creation as a little girl and I like it); It is all so much at once so we decided to reinstate the Sunday hike.  The pace probably won’t change all that much from a woman swollen with child to a woman chasing two of them, though the distance will be cut back for some time.

We hiked up Bill’s Hill.  I believe it is called this.  We found a little water proof box at the top tucked into a gnarly old maple honoring a man named Noel who passed on a little less than 10 years ago, which included a poem, a home-made stamp, an ink pad, and an article stating how Vermont and New Hampshire are very different.  And they are!

Here is a glimpse of what this peaceful Sunday morning was like for us…

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with a little help from my friends

Oh this space has been missed since the big journey up north.  I will be back soon for I have much to digest and regurgitate right here, both in photos and words alike.  But for now, all I have to say is I am so grateful for the comforts of a tiny town, lovely friends, and my dear sweet family.  Oh yes, and a new battery charger, I felt next to naked without those few pounds slung around my neck all the time.

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More to come… in the near future.