**Warning - journaling post - tons of pictures - feel free to skip through. If you're reading through FB- you'll not see the pics or videos anyway.
** Best MIL ever, Grandma Joy, has a cabin east of Heber, in the cabin community of Timberlakes. Favorite spot ever! When I married into the fam, I married gooooooood! We spent our honeymoon there (another post), and have made at least once a year, if not more, jaunts to the secluded Eden.
This year, it was Grandma J, Splenda, myself, Sissy, Tuffy, his bestie B, and C joined us Saturday. Our time at the cabin consists of a lot of time down at the water. To get to the water, you can take the easier path, or the treacherous path. We chose the scary one. Picture me hiking down this steep, virtually non-existent path with a two-year old clinging to my neck saying very calmly "Be careful, be careful". Over and over again. Once we get there, it's soooo worth it. It is gorgeous, and no matter the age of the kid, it's still fun to huck rocks in the water. Sissy was a brave adventurous one and wanted to walk through the creek/stream. I don't know where she gets her gonads, but for a toddler, she is a fun thrill seeker.
There is also a lot of just hanging around the cabin, eating junk food, playing cards, and basically just chillaxing We saw a lot of these Kasey and Jordan were in pure heaven. Water, squirrels, smells galore, and laying around without a care in the world Now, it wasn't completely bliss free. There was a meltdown of epic proportions
This was about 30 minutes into the come-apart, which lasted another 20 minutes or so until she finally relaxed, composed herself and fell asleep. What set off such a tantrum? The driveway down into the cabin is about an 1/8 of a mile. She liked to hike to the top, but then wanted to be carried down. I think a 2 (almost 2 and half) year old can walk themselves. Okay, so my arms were tired too. Sissy, on the other hand, thinks it's perfectly reasonable to be carried wherever and whenever she wants. It was a battle of the wills. It involved a lot of laying on the ground throwing rocks which would end up coming back in her face, thus ticking her off more. Good.Times. But, let's talk about the real reason we go to the cabin. To do a LOT of this: All too soon, it was time to load up, clean up, and head back to the hot city.
One thing we did NOT get enough of was this: