Owen and I would like to dedicate this post to Josh's Aunt Julie. Aunt Julie is one of those people who lives too far away and every time we see her it is not long enough to soak up all that is wonderful about her. She is quick to laugh with a brilliant mind and an incredible gift for teaching. I am amazed by the insight of her questions and the fact that she always leaves you with the feeling that you are never far from her mind even when the months go by. So Aunt Julie, this ones for you. Thank you for being one of my biggest blog fans and for caring so much about us! We love you!
For Labor Day weekend we treked across the North Cascades with my brother Elias, his wife Theresa and my brother Joseph, to one of our favorite spots on earth, our tiny little cabin in the woods. This is the first time that we've been over to Mazama since Owen started walking. I was so excited to see him begin to discover the many wonderful things the cabin has to offer, knowing full well that he would be in heaven. Lets just say he was covered from head to toe in dirt for three straight days and would probably still be sitting in the dirt if we'd let him. Honestly, I was tempted to take the same pictures every day just to chronicle the fact that the outfit may have changed but the activity did not. After eating breakfast we'd put Owen in his "play clothes" and head outside with his trusty orange shovel in hand. After setting him on the ground, he would take one maybe two steps before his tiny tush would be heading towards the ground. The rest was history, he barely moved from his location, content to heap dusty dirt, pine cones, and rocks upon his legs, shoes and head.
For Labor Day weekend we treked across the North Cascades with my brother Elias, his wife Theresa and my brother Joseph, to one of our favorite spots on earth, our tiny little cabin in the woods. This is the first time that we've been over to Mazama since Owen started walking. I was so excited to see him begin to discover the many wonderful things the cabin has to offer, knowing full well that he would be in heaven. Lets just say he was covered from head to toe in dirt for three straight days and would probably still be sitting in the dirt if we'd let him. Honestly, I was tempted to take the same pictures every day just to chronicle the fact that the outfit may have changed but the activity did not. After eating breakfast we'd put Owen in his "play clothes" and head outside with his trusty orange shovel in hand. After setting him on the ground, he would take one maybe two steps before his tiny tush would be heading towards the ground. The rest was history, he barely moved from his location, content to heap dusty dirt, pine cones, and rocks upon his legs, shoes and head.
The other favorite daily activity of our four day weekend was trips to the river to throw rocks. I wish that I had some pictures from my brothers camera of our evening re-enacting one of our favorite childhood activities- throwing boulders off the bridge and watching the huge splash that ensued. Owen was mesmerized by the effect his rock throwing had from the bridge.
Most afternoons and evenings were more low key, sitting on the banks of the river throwing pebbles into the icy waters or watching the "big boys" skip smooth stones across the river. Owen's rock throwing routine is much the same as his digging in the dirt routine: shovel in hand, take a few steps, sit down, and don't move for the next hour. It's honestly amazing to me sometimes how focused he can be when doing something he loves.
It was such a joy to see the cabin through Owens eyes for the first time. I look forward to the years ahead as he discovers "lizard rock," ant hills, fishing with Daddy, and the magical world of imagination and adventure the forest holds.
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