and now for the annual climb through snow canyon post

We're here visiting St George again this week, where the "it's November" memo never arrived so everything's remained firmly planted in early-October, branches still stuffed full of greenish-yellow leaves and all. But we will Thanksgiving the heck out of it anyway, and try not to humble brag about it while we do so. Don't mind us not wearing coats.

So Snow Canyon! You remember Snow Canyon. Of course you do because Snow Canyon is somehow always here on this blog, with its easy, majestic, lolloping, clay mounds calling to us semi-annually as the holidays and family gatherings allow. It soothes a homesick heart like only a cactus on a red rock can.

Let's take a walk.

And today's demo of Everett and his four-ness:

Between the two, I'm gonna have to go with the evil smile as my favorite.

This is one of the greatest things she's doing right now. Her tiny little voice, eloquently saying "hi" while tipping her head forward to get a better look at who she's addressing. 10 times cuter during a face time call ... these two, giant blue eyes, slowly tipping into the screen. I almost just died, thinking about it again.

And because no trip to Snow Canyon is complete without a sister picture at the top ...

(BECAUSE WE KNOW YOU NEVER WANTED TO BE THE TALLEST SO MERRY CHRISTMAS WE MADE ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE YOU'RE WELCOME)

love you miss you mean it