In other news, Billy gets to come home soon! The time cannot get here quick enough! I'm debating whether or not to tell David or to have our own "coming home" surprise for him. I think I'll be too excited, but either way, Yay!!!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Easter Fun
In other news, Billy gets to come home soon! The time cannot get here quick enough! I'm debating whether or not to tell David or to have our own "coming home" surprise for him. I think I'll be too excited, but either way, Yay!!!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Joshua Tree
David and I recently went up to Joshua Tree National Forest to check out the spring blossoms. What a beautiful day it was! I looked on the map of the park and discovered a little one mile loop to Barker Dam.
David posing by the pretty, red cactus blossoms.
My little sweaty boy, with the sun beating down on him.
More pretty flowers.
JT landscape. I am absolutely in love with the blue skies!
Manna for the eyes, in this dry, parched desert I call home.
And there were ducks! Which is what David is kindly pointing out.
Petroglyphs
A little history on Barker Dam. It was built by farmers/ranchers here in San Bernardino Valley for their cattle. Off of the dam was an intricately designed trough, made from clay, that was still intact. Anyway, as David and I climbed and meandered our way to see the dam, I was picturing a dried up, used-to-be dam. Instead, as we rounded the corner, my eyes popped! There in front of us was water and all in one spot! It was so beautiful, I almost wept! Going from the many dams, lakes, and rivers in Utah to the nonexistent lakes here in Twentynine Palms has made me realize how much I took for granted. Seeing this beautiful sight was so refreshing!
The petroglyphs were an interesting side note on the trail. Possibly drawn by the Chemehuevi (love saying that name) Indians, some had been sadly vandalized (probably drunk marines) with paint.
A little history on Barker Dam. It was built by farmers/ranchers here in San Bernardino Valley for their cattle. Off of the dam was an intricately designed trough, made from clay, that was still intact. Anyway, as David and I climbed and meandered our way to see the dam, I was picturing a dried up, used-to-be dam. Instead, as we rounded the corner, my eyes popped! There in front of us was water and all in one spot! It was so beautiful, I almost wept! Going from the many dams, lakes, and rivers in Utah to the nonexistent lakes here in Twentynine Palms has made me realize how much I took for granted. Seeing this beautiful sight was so refreshing!
The petroglyphs were an interesting side note on the trail. Possibly drawn by the Chemehuevi (love saying that name) Indians, some had been sadly vandalized (probably drunk marines) with paint.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Little Maan
Sorry, but I give up on the 30 days. Felt too much like homework that I was not enjoying. Yes, I know, I'm a big slacker.
No, I didn't spell man wrong. It's just the way David says it. Funny story. I have on occassion called my son, Little Man. Probably, at times when I'm frustrated with him because now he has taken to calling me and anyone around Little Maan when he's frustrated with them. For example, when I yell at him for the millionth time to pick up his toys, he'll turn around and say, "No, Little Maan!" Or if his best friend, Emma doesn't play games he wants to play, he'll say, "Come on, Little Maan!" It's so stinkin' cute!
He knows the difference between boys and girls so I've taught him that man and woman are just bigger versions of boy and girl. So, he'll call me Little Maan, I mean Big Maan, I mean, Big Woman. I try not to take offense at that...
No, I didn't spell man wrong. It's just the way David says it. Funny story. I have on occassion called my son, Little Man. Probably, at times when I'm frustrated with him because now he has taken to calling me and anyone around Little Maan when he's frustrated with them. For example, when I yell at him for the millionth time to pick up his toys, he'll turn around and say, "No, Little Maan!" Or if his best friend, Emma doesn't play games he wants to play, he'll say, "Come on, Little Maan!" It's so stinkin' cute!
He knows the difference between boys and girls so I've taught him that man and woman are just bigger versions of boy and girl. So, he'll call me Little Maan, I mean Big Maan, I mean, Big Woman. I try not to take offense at that...
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