into the woods

Tuesday, August 30

We finally took our first official camping trip of the summer in late August. So. Just a touch behind the rest of Idaho, but we're still considering it a success. Mainly because of the spot we found, which was tucked in the middle of the forest, down the road, around the bend, next to the river, and far away from any other camper.  The kids were in heaven.

This was Isla's camping outfit, which she was quite proud of knowing that Everett was benevolently sharing his old vest and boots with her. It only lasted about three seconds though, as shortly after this photo was taken, she slipped on a rock and soaked herself clean through.

After that, it was a free for all rebellion against clothes. But who needs 'em anyway when you're in the middle of the forest, down the road, around the bend, next to the river, and far away from any other camper. 

Not these guys. 

GET A TENT, YOU GUYS! (Classic camping joke.)

Then Everett found some donuts. 

However, only Isla partook because they were powdered and Everett considered them to be too messy.

But who needs donuts when you can roll in the front of a jeep for 25 ft while it gets re-parked, haha.

Look at these babiessssssss.

Caytlyn wondering if she's doing camping right.

Aw, I look so happy pouring the batter of our cherry cobbler that would soon be destroyed. Only a small portion survived the char. You bet your butts we ate it though, that middle inch was DELICIOUS.
Before that though, this batter was our only sustenance for a few hours while we got the fire and dinner together. Caytlyn looks happy in this next photo, but it's actually representative of all of us moving into Bear Grylls levels of desperation. 

The next morning we had non-burned cinnamon rolls and took a hike with our wilderness explorers.

You can almost hear the river from this picture. 

The water was fresh and clear and ice freezing cold.

And here we have a dedicated artist who saw some sticks on the other side of the river that she wanted for her weaves. So if you ever see those weaves, now you know why they are perfect.

The end. Until we meet again dutch oven.

Isla turns two

Friday, August 26


Isla Loie, my little eterni-baby, turns two today. I can hardly talk about what her presence in our family means to us, as she is a literal light ray wrapped in squish, who patters around all day with laughter pouring out of her as easily as her tiny words do. No, there are hardly words for that. I only know that last night, as we drove through the country with our windows down, I listened to my babies feed off each other's giggles as the wind wildly swept over their faces, and Tyson and I looked at each other with our happiness so thick in that moment, you could cut it with a knife. Everett is so lucky, and Tyson is so lucky, and I am so lucky to be gifted with her presence on a daily basis. I am so excited to see who she becomes, as her little soul is already such a powerful source for good in the world. I love you my darling miniature big girl. Happiest birthday!

everett goes to school

Thursday, August 25

This very first tiny and small person that I made is going to be starting preschool and soccer in a week. We'll go to his games on Saturdays and get to be flies on the wall, seeing exactly what he does when thrown on a field with a bunch of other four-year-olds and one ball. He's absolutely giddy about it, but I may be more so. It's probably the most entertaining thing I can think of.
Tonight we went to the store to pick out a backpack and school supplies for next week. I suppose I'm about a month behind literally every other mom in this town because only the "boring" backpacks were left hanging on the rack. All except for this solitary one, which was kind of hiding behind the rest. It boasts an impressive print of ninja turtles, surfing on pizzas, IN SPACE, and he thinks it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. I'd dare to say that he still would've chosen it even if he'd had many, many other not "boring" backpacks to choose from. We walked around to pick up the rest of his supplies: crayons, glue sticks, kid-friendly scissors, and pencils and it was a total dream. It's weird being here already, and I feel like I'm only able to feel cool about it right now because he'll only be going twice a week for a few hours. My dumbest fear is that he's gonna do something so awesome or say something so smart or sweet, and I'm not gonna be there to hear it. Like when he's convincing me to download a particular game onto the ipad with, "well Jesus really likes this one." Or when we're learning about how airbags work in our car, and later when he's tired and wanting to fall asleep on the ride home, he asks me to, "blow up those pillows so I can get comfy." Or when he tells me that he'll never arrest me when he grows up because "we're family and we stick to each other."
But man is he ready. And I guess I am too. To drop him off with a kiss and watch him and that ninja turtles backpack run into class, knowing he's exactly where he wants to be.
Let those little homebody wings fly!

lucky

Monday, August 22

Today was my husband's 31st birthday. In true Tyson form, he requested as little fuss about it as possible. (We threw him a giant party for his birthday last year, which he was a good sport about, but that kind of thing is really only appreciated every decade or so). In fact he was so thrilled when Isla was born only four days after his birthday, so that all of the attention would be on her for the rest of his life.
This afternoon, I helped the kids create birthday cards for him. Everett's said, "Happy Birthday! I love eating pizza with you!" and Isla's was a creative mix of purple paper, purple glitter paint, and purple stickers. "Pupo" is her thing at the moment. An hour before he got home from work, I raced to the grocery store to pick up a fresh slab of salmon and brocolli and threw in some sea salt chocolate chip cookies for good measure. He ate, and opened his cards with absolute delight and then took a long recovery nap after having gotten up at 4 this morning. And that was that. Best birthday ever in his book. (We are so different. On my birthday I'm over here like, oh a surprise trip to somewhere exotic would be perfect, thanks)
Yesterday I was loading an old journal into our bookcase and a bunch of old love notes from him slipped out the back and onto my lap. One was in one of those envelopes that accompanies a bouquet of flowers and it said something about meeting for lunch. Another had a literal heart cut out of a piece of paper, and was "colored" with a bunch of white-out. And I always love finding little bits and pieces of our old selves, but reading those notes, there was no ache or lurch or longing to be back in that time of pre-children, and love notes, and last minute meetings for lunch, and white-out hearts. And I didn't notice my lack of nostalgia until I came across this quote today that says, "When looking back doesn't interest you anymore, you're doing something right." So apparently I'm completely off in the kids department, cause I'm basically in a constant state of nostalgia when it comes to those two. But with him? I don't find myself ever looking back at all. I love our now, in all its forms. And I feel lucky for that.

Happy Birthday my darling lover boy. Life is sweeter with you in it.

a dreamy dream of a weekend at the family dry farm

Tuesday, August 2

I think we can just plan on this being a yearly thing I blog about. You can see my post about last year's trip up to our family's dry farm HERE, a place which is for sure, hands down, one of my favorite places in the whole entire world. Ririe, Idaho you old dog, you. It cannot be helped. I have photos of me and my sisters up here on this land when we were somewhere around 8,9 and 11 years old, during a summer week of back roads, and jeep rides, and climbing on old tractors. It's where my dad came to help HIS dad work. And where even my grandpa came to work with his dad. It's land that is rich in Adams history a beloved pillar of our childhood memories. My sweet sweet grandpa passed away early yesterday morning, yet the day before, knowing that we were headed up to the dry farm, had mustered up enough energy from his sick bed to call to my brother, "FIX THE FENCE!" Him and those giant, calloused, sun spotted grandpa hands of his loved this beautiful piece of land as a methodical and dedicated caretaker throughout his entire life. It means so much to all of us to spend time on it together, already steeping the next generation of memories. 

Just a coupla show offs right here. 

This little house is where my dad took his lunch breaks during his childhood summer workdays. He spoke with glowing fondness of sitting at the little table with the lunch my grandma had packed for him: tuna fish and spears of dill pickles between two thick slices of homemade bread slathered in butter. With his own personal bag of chips and a cold Pepsi.

And now here his pile of grandkids sit in the same house. Time is so funny.


Everett learned how to sling shot some rocks while we were there, which he got very good at, very quickly.

His reaction the second after he hit his target ...

It is every bit as peaceful as it looks. But 10x more incredible in person.

These are the newlyweds in an open display of rebellion after being coerced into a family vacation one week after getting married. No I'm kidding, they loooooooooved it. 

The ghost of camping past, here to cheerfully remind you of how rarely people wash their sleeping bags.
The very first of the raindrops on that fuzzy little head. 

And a hat to keep those pesky drops away.

 Idaho, we love you.
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