Daniel got a new job, which he started Monday. Once his school semester was wrapping up he decided before he went to work and didn't get a vacation fr a year, we needed to go on a little trip. His first idea was to our land in Colorado, where he would finish the roof our little shack. To that I said, "It's too cold in Colorado for Jeremiah this time of year, and it's too long of a drive (like 12 hours too long) with a baby, but you could go yourself if you want."
He didn't want to leave me and the baby, thank goodness, so he suggested St. George. A two night camping trip, to a place were it is warm during the day, and half the length of drive for baby. "I'll take it!"
Jeremiah was very good on the way down. He started to fuss about the last hour of the drive, but I don't blame him, my butt hurt too. By the time we got to Snow Canyon State Park to pitch our tent it was dark, and the baby was tired, so Daniel did all the set up. That night wasn't bad, Jeremiah woke up once to nurse like he always does, and then he and I slept in while Dad made breakfast in the morning.
When the sun came up it was a Beautiful day! We started off with a little hike to a geocache, and by the time we where heading back for lunch I was sweating. Daniel reminded me, "It's December, by the way, just in case you forgot." Oh my! I wish December was like this everywhere!
We planned on gong into town for lunch, but when the time came we didn' feel like undoing the tent (which was a covered wagon style in the back of the truck), so we pulled out our 72 hour kits and ate our ravioli, saving the can for hot chocolate that night and oatmeal in the morning. It was time to replace the food anyway... the beef jerky was crunchy and the dried apples were soft and sticking together.
After a bike ride and another brief hike we decided to settle down camp for the night. Just as Daniel started the fire, Jeremiah started freaking out! He was screaming and I knew he was tired, but he really only likes to sleep in his crib. He would fall asleep in my arms only to wake up screaming a minute later. We tried putting him in his car seat, laying him on the air mattress, bouncing him up and down, going on a walk, nothing would calm this child down! We decided the only thing left to do was put him in the car seat in the truck and let him cry himself to sleep. That lasted about 10 minutes before I just couldn't take it anymore. Finally he fell asleep when I picked him up and remained sleeping until he woke up to eat before bed. I loved being in St. George, but when that baby started to cry I just wanted to be home!
I spent that night squished between my two favorite people. Daniel was no just touching my back, he was pushing into it, and later informed me that was because the place where my pillow and his pillow overlapped was the perfect comfort level and he was not going to give that up under any circumstances. And no matter how many times I moved Jeremiah over, he always slid right back next me. Squished as I may be, it's my favorite place to be!
The worst thing about the trip, in a close second to the two hour screaming affair, is the fact my camera is now no where to be found. I wish I could post the cutest picture of Jeremiah playing in the sand for his first time, but I don't have it. SO you will just have to imagine the cutest baby you've ever seen (Jeremiah of course!) sitting up by himself with bare feet, grabbing hand fulls of red sand...
