The Y

O and I have hiked the Y a couple of times together, it is kind of a fun tradition. Sometimes we do it on her Birthday, but always at the end of the Summer. O is a little mountain goat and follows me right up the trail without any complaining. Last Summer I had to pass on the hike. I didn't have enough energy, being pregnant. So this is the first time I've been able to take S up. I kind of don't mind the grumblings of the "first timers." It is seriously steep and you can't see that you are almost there, till you are there. But that is also what I love about the climb. Hiking up that hill is just like life in so many ways. And while my little one is catching her breath I try to explain that to her the parallels of life and hiking (sometimes it's hard to want to keep going...etc). Then she makes me laugh because she tells me she's so tired she's going to start walking like a puppy on her hands and her feet. We finally make it to the top and I am so proud. I didn't even have to carry her. And the best is how proud she is of herself.

This is S almost at the top, fighting the urge to crawl. She kept saying "Mom my hairs all wet?" Seriously has that kid never broken a sweat before? Time to get the trampoline back up!