I’ve been struggling this winter.
So much snow. So cold. No yard. Stuck inside. Ugh.
About 2 weeks ago my mom and I were due to go to Southern Utah for the Lights Festival in Mesquite, NV. It was going to be a quick but very enjoyable and needed break from the Northern cold.
But it didn’t happen. Last minute we decided that trying to schedule our driving times between 2 big snow storms was not worth it. Sad face.
So we planned a make up trip.
My cute cousin Ryan’s wedding + an available home = perfect!!
The wedding was on Saturday so of course we had to go late Tuesday so we would have all day Wednesday thru Sunday!
The home we were able to stay in was one of the many of my uncle’s, FIL. Beautiful. Big. Free. Freaking awesome.
Just across the street was a trail into the red desert where we could hear frogs and crickets.
Rock collecting was the mission of the boys.
Sun basking was mine.
Wednesday after we did the short walk across the street, the boys were drawn (without blame) to the hot tub on the patio. Although it wasn’t warm yet they had a blast splashing around.
First it was rolled up pants and ‘don’t get too wet!’ to underwear and ‘who cares!’
After that we headed to Zions. Wearing the same shirt btw.
The boys fell asleep on the way so we decided to take a Sunday drive. I’ll admit the purpose of where we went was to catch a glimpse of a property for sale in Virgin that I’ve had my eye on. 100 acres for oh only 2.3 million! It looked like paradise. A girl can dream!
So off onto the dirt road we went! Google maps on our side we did our best to decipher where this place could be! About 30 mins later on the dirt road (a rough one at that!) we came to a fortress of a mountain with a pretty iron gate in front of a perfectly manicured gravel road that went up, up, up!!
Probably about 1 mile of switchbacks up the side of this mountain is was brought you to this property. Nope, we didn’t get to go up there. But it didn’t matter. At that point I knew that this is somewhere I’d never want to live. It was way too secluded.
So it was a memorable adventure. Without photos of course.
Zions was wonderful. We saw the 4 Patriarchs and then we did the back side of Emerald Pools. Ben was a champ. He hiked the entire 2+ miles all by himself! Apart from the last little chunk where Mimi gave him piggy back ride because his feet were wet and sandy (crossing river mishap).
William enjoyed himself most of the time on my back in his little carrier.
It was hard to leave but the time came and we headed to IN N OUT for some hamburgers (and shake for mama).
Thursday was a bit more rough.
Let me back up a bit.
Before we left for our trip I was determined and felt inspired to do my best at making it a ‘worry free’ trip. As of late I have been so over worrying. It feels as though worry has consumed my being so there is nothing left but all the horrible possibilities around me.
I have been making progress and getting better. And this trip to me was the perfect place to really put it into use.
Enter Thursday morning. Now, if you asked my mother she would tell you that it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was. We are on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to worry. It’s a wonder we all made it as kids to adults. 😉
William was in the hot tub with his cousins (they came down the night before to spend some time). He had his floaties on and I was close by because I knew that he wasn’t perfect with them yet.
Sure enough I noticed (thankfully because it could have been SO easy to miss because he looked upright) that his mouth and nose were under the water and he just couldn’t get in the right position to get out of it. I ran over as fast as possible and those few feet felt like a few miles. I pulled him out and he was struggling. Panicking and coughing in a manner that was concerning…sounded more like barking/vomiting.
Immediately all the what if’s running through my mind. I had read stories of kids who died from second hand drowning. It doesn’t take much water..and chlorine can highly complicate it. Or that’s what ‘they’ said. How much did he get? How would I know? What if? What if? What if?
Worry-free goal down the drain. Flush.
The next hour I was in full fledged worry mode. I spoke with David on the phone. I watched him like a hawk. I read things. Maybe we should give him a blessing? Nope. My gut, whether it was the irrational worry side of me or not said to take him in.
So off to instacare we went. Got there and the line was slow and so non-urgent. I felt uncomfortable. So back into the car to the ER.
My only other experience with the ER was when Ben broke out in hives late at night as a baby. We didn’t know what they were. My experience here was as positive as it could be. I wanted to run away but knew that I couldn’t.
The doctors and nurses were amazing. They told me that I did the right thing (at least I think they did) and ended up doing a breathing treatment for him. After having that they wanted to monitor him for 2 hours. So that’s what we did!
Another champ right here. No crying at all except to tell me he was really hungry.
Meanwhile brother was with his cousins having a blast at a new park. An amazing park. A dinosaur park with a life like volcano and a train!
The next day we went back so William could experience the fun and Ben was more than happy to show us around and of course ride the train again!
The doctor said I should look out for pneumonia that could possibly set in a day or two after but luckily as predicted he was just fine.
Thank you Heavenly Father.
I’m still trying to figure out what my lesson was supposed to be thru all that.
I feel like I did a pretty good job with not worrying after that. It was all about fun and memories. Suckers at Christensen’s, Children’s Museum, cartoons on the big screen, dinners at restaurants and more!
The wedding on Saturday was wonderful. I had never been to the Las Vegas temple and in March it was just perfect. I had the littles so I couldn’t go in for the ceremony but it happened so fast that I really didn’t mind.
Look at this cute couple. They don’t get much cuter than that.
I love my family all so much. It’s always great when there is an event like this where we can see each other for a while.
We just did nap times in the car mostly.
After the delicious luncheon we headed back to St. George but first we had to stop in Logandale to see Rob and Chelsea’s new place! And we ended up staying waaaay later than planned. But hey, I wasn’t worried right? 😉
I even let my kids jump on the raised trampoline at 8 pm in the dark, unsupervised. Roll around in the dirt? Sure! 8:30pm? Whatever!
But just like my brother pointed out these will be memories forever in their minds that they just cant help but feel happy about.
AND THEY HAD SO MUCH FUN!
Sunday was church in our old ward which was nothing like we expected because it has changed too much. Then lunch with the family up at Grandmas house. More catching up and connecting with loved ones.
Did I mention my joy ride in my Brothers rental?
Ya, he rented a brand new mustang for the trip. He left it with his wife for a few hours. She was in the shower for a few minutes. I was revving down Dixie Dr.
I figured if something happened to me my SIL could say that I didn’t ask her to take it…she didn’t know! HA!
Oh what a beauty. I do have a weakness for nice cars. I blame it on growing up with boys.
Monday morning we were doomed to be heading back to Logan.
My mom graciously saved our souls for one more glorious day. Afterall we hadn’t even been to Snow Canyon yet!
Monday morning we went on a short hike with some family. The familiar smell of sage and red dirt was like manna to my soul. Why do I love this place so much?!
This day we did do real nap times and boy oh boy did they need them!
After that it was back to Snow Canyon to play in the sand dunes!!
Really, if William was given the choice to do only one thing for the rest of his child life it would be dirt. Anything to do with dirt or sand. Just as long as he’s playing in it. It would be a toss up I’m sure between that and coloring or drawing though.
I do have to throw in this funny story though….
Monday afternoon before we headed to the dunes I wasn’t feel all that great. A week of eating the way I was (restaurants etc) my guts were feeling it. So I asked my mom if she would stop in the nearest store to get me some fresh ginger I could chew on.
At this charming little market near Snow Canyon out the door comes this cute store clerk with a ginger drink that he swears by….Kombachu. There in the parking lot in my car he lets me look at it and tells me all about how it comes from fresh ginger and how it’s carbonated so it helps with indigestion etc. He was even going to open it up so I could try it! It sounded perfect! So I said, “I’ll do both!”
On the way out of the lot, I unscrewed the lid and took a swig. EH. Something was weird. I screwed the lid back on and looked at it closer. This is what I saw…
Notice the paragraph at the bottom?!
My mom says, “Too bad you read the label you would have had a lot more fun tonight!”
I said, “I thought it smelled funny!
Holy cow, I almost got drunk in St. George. That would have been a funny story to tell the hubby when I got home. And no, I’ve never had alcohol before so I really would have been drunk.
So instead of getting a buzz in the dunes I just chewed on my piece of non alcoholic ginger. And felt much better.
The glorious sun eventually went down behind the mountain and we dragged ourselves home. A simple dinner of carrots, bell peppers and yogurt with oatmeal was had and then bedtime.
The next morning was cleaning time and getting read to leave. For real this time. William hid in the closet. I wanted to join him. Do we have to!!?
It was a wonderful time and really was my salvation at a dire time. It breathed new life into me and I am grateful for that. Next time I just have to bring my husband so I don’t have to miss him.
Thank you MOM for an amazing time!