Our trip began great. The kids and I arrived with Tonka on a Thursday evening, unpacked and went to bed. I was so exhausted from packing and driving that I didn't have time to be scared of the dark. We woke up Friday morning and I strapped shoes on everyone's feet and we headed up the mountain. We had fun, looked for cool rocks and found what I told them to be "airplane parts." I don't know what it really was but they wouldn't stop asking and it was the coolest explanation that I could come up with.
Saturday we headed to the Colorado Alligator Farm for their annual Eggfest. We bought gator chow, fed alligators with names like Elvis Presley and King Kong and even got to see some giant tortoises "wrestling." Funny...they wrestle just like giant humans do. Or so I've been told.
Saturday night I took the kids to their very first rodeo. They saw mutin bustin and bull riding. AJ decided that he wanted to be a cowboy with a horse and a hat when he grows up. Cienna decided that rodeos smell but the rainbow was pretty.
Sunday was a go to the park, go on timeout, go for a walk, go on timeout kinda day.
Monday Cienna went into Del Norte with her friend Skylar for a day camp for kids. AJ and I had a chance to do some mother-son bonding by the river. He is so cute when he is doing something outdoors with all of my undivided attention!
Tuesday we ventured out to the Great Sands National Park just outside of Alamosa. We had high hopes that it would be a day of great fun and excitement. Instead what we found was 100 degree heat, sleds that don't slide on sand and a 2 year old that completely melts down when he doesn't want to walk anymore. I think I was crying by the time we made it back to the car.
Wednesday. We all spent the day on timeout.
Thursday we went for a hike around Big Meadows lake and looked for ducks to feed. We walked for 3 hours and didn't see one damn duck. AJ decided he didn't want to walk anymore. I begged someone to carry me. This was the beginning of the end.
Friday. After being awoke for the last 3 days by being punched in the face by AJ I decided that I could no longer do it alone. I needed to remind AJ that he had a father and that his father was more than just a voice on the phone threatening bodily injury if he wasn't nice to his mom and sister. I threw in the towel and drove home.
Not quite the 2 weeks that I had planned but hey...that is why it was a trial run. Next year I am going to bring more rope and duct tape.
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