Sunday, June 27, 2010
That's right, Skip (or Skipper-do, as we like to call him). Skip has a weight problem. My fault, but nevertheless he has to be kept up 20 hours a day. That makes for a lot of collected poop that someone has to scoop and take to a poop pile on the edge of the field. (Anyone need some manure for their garden? Come get it.)
Then there's sweet Delilah. She has free rein of the field 12 hours a day, but bless her heart, she gets hot out in the sun and spends a lot of her day in the barn breezeway. And what else is there to do in a barn breezeway than poop. She's also a very indiscriminate pooper. Last week, she actually pooped on their salt block -- the thing they lick to get trace minerals. Yum.
Going down the line, there's Caroline. She's mastered the potty in all poop matters, except one. Without getting too grahic, she likes to go on her own -- without help. Often, she just goes then goes about her business -- without TP or wipes. Then she pays the price later.
Finally, there's little D. Let me say, you never know what you're gonna get. Now that he's taken to drinking river water, either directly or by sucking on, say, a tow rope, his diaper changes can be interesting. He can also sit in a poopy diaper for hours, days. And let me tell you, he does. Because all you have to do is mention the word "diaper" or "change" and he's gone, gone, gone. If you happen to catch him, you better hold on tight because he will struggle and kick and scream and wiggle and twist. And make a huge mess. I almost can't handle him on the changing table; I've had to resort to the floor with my leg across his chest. This is not every now and then; it's every diaper change. Potty training can't be nearly this challenging, right?
Anyway, that's the poop on poop. I never really planned to write about poop, but I feel better now that I've gotten it out of my system.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
This is a flashback to our paddle on Silver Creek from my dad's camera. Caroline and I were wearing outfits only Spence could appreciate -- capilene long underwear, shorts, wool socks and water shoes. It's how seasoned paddlers dress on days that are both cold and hot.
On Sunday, Lynn, Caroline and I hiked over Proctor Mountain. Let me just say 35 pounds in a Kelty backpack and 1,600 feet elevation gain. A feat I totally didn't appreciate until I saw these pics and how far her feet hang down. Geez girl, you're walking the next one!
This is my bike trail from Hailey to Ketchum. Lovely.
The pilot said something about Long's Peak, so I leaped over Caroline to take this. Before C was born, Spence and I hiked to Chasm Lake on the trail to Long's. Maybe one day we'll summit the Peak.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
This was post-puke. Notice her nice new Craters of the Moon hoodie Granddad bought for her. You can't see here that her legs are bare.
Dad and me climbing the lava cinder mountain to a panoramic view.
Jogging back down. See our car? Caroline was zonked out in it.
When I got back, Lynn headed up.
See Dad at the top?
Caroline was pretty excited about her plane rides.
But her 4 a.m. wake-up call soon caught up with her.
We think this is the Sawtooth Mountains leaving Boise.
Dog is Caroline's best friend. You'll see a lot of these. She'd rather stay home and play with Jaxsun and Daisy than go on adventures.
But we coaxed her out.
This is a gravel road through a valley I forget the name. Caroline's heading b ack to the car.
I have a word or two about Dollar Rental and it ain't as picturesque as this shot of my fine economy-size.
Isn't the west often defined by their wildflower fields below striking mountains in the background? Well...these are all dandelions!!!