First, take a second to appreciate Wyatt's early morning smiles. I mean, he almost can't scrunch his red, little, smiley face any happier. This all because he's well rested and got a glimpse of Daddy! He slept really well on vacation.
Grandpa and Wyatt with matching hair!
After Vegas (back in March) we crammed our stroller, rock 'n play, yoga ball, oversized suitcases, down jackets...into the car with Nate's parents, Earl and Ann and drove with them back to Apache Junction near Mesa, Arizona. They normally live in Spokane but are snow birds and stay in a quiet mobile/RV park from October ish to April ish give or take some important holidays. We had fun going to a performance by a family of musicians, eating some good southwestern food and, as always, playing a round of cards or two. This time in Arizona I realized something...
I think I'd like to be part-time snow bird...
Don't get me wrong...
I want to experience the best the PNW has to offer in the winter. Like the one beautiful snow day where everyone makes snowmen and igloos out of practically nothing and school gets shut down and we all bundle up and crunch into the fresh, barely cover the grass snow and march back home and make fires and drink hot cocoa even though it's warmed up to 45 degrees by 3 in the afternoon. Also, I love the the bluer than blue 55 degree weather that we'd like everyone else in the world to believe doesn't exist EVER in Western WA. I even enjoy some good ol' non-stop rain for awhile because I am a true (suburb of) Seattlite who knows how to throw on a rain coat, skip the umbrella and just keep sloshing on through the puddles.
But..
There is just something about dry desert warmth in the middle of winter. The swimming, the still being in shorts and tank tops late into the evening, the cacti, the cool, fruity cocktails while sitting outside, the slow-down, it's summer kind of feeling when it's actually not.
I want to experience the best the PNW has to offer in the winter. Like the one beautiful snow day where everyone makes snowmen and igloos out of practically nothing and school gets shut down and we all bundle up and crunch into the fresh, barely cover the grass snow and march back home and make fires and drink hot cocoa even though it's warmed up to 45 degrees by 3 in the afternoon. Also, I love the the bluer than blue 55 degree weather that we'd like everyone else in the world to believe doesn't exist EVER in Western WA. I even enjoy some good ol' non-stop rain for awhile because I am a true (suburb of) Seattlite who knows how to throw on a rain coat, skip the umbrella and just keep sloshing on through the puddles.
But..
There is just something about dry desert warmth in the middle of winter. The swimming, the still being in shorts and tank tops late into the evening, the cacti, the cool, fruity cocktails while sitting outside, the slow-down, it's summer kind of feeling when it's actually not.
One month a year, I'd like to be a snow bird.
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