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Campfires are mesmerizing at every age.
Though it was hard for the little guy to wait patiently until sunset to light our fire, I think the anticipation made him enjoy it more after the sun went down.
11/24 – Baby-Love, 3 months old, went out for his first ski in his ergobaby carrier! What a happy day for mama!
Finally, we’ve gotten enough snow that the roads not maintained for winter travel are officially closed and there is enough coverage to ski. Let me clarify, there is enough coverage to ski, carrying a baby, and not be scared!
He was great – snoozed the whole time, I think. Didn’t hear a peep from him anyhow.
The weather was perfect – overcast with a little chilly breeze at the trailhead, I started in a thin puffy, but lost it after 15-20 minutes. Just enough breeze to keep me cool when I was working hard.
I wore power stretch fleece pants, a thin wool top, dry climb, and thin soft-shell jacket, I started with a thin puffy and a hand knit wool hat. I was sweating, especially in front, where baby was keeping me extra warm. I should have had one less layer on.
We skied for about 1.5 – 2 hours.
Our first tour of Winter — the whole family. Yay!
Winter arrived like a switch being turned to full blast. Last weekend, it was all sunshine, t-shirts, and what was still left of the summer grass. This weekend? A snowstorm. Actually, this past week has been a snowstorm. It sounds like most of the country has been experiencing this, too. Hopefully it sticks around…
The thing about storms in Colorado, is that there is often a lot of wind. Fortunately, our kinder shuttle keeps the little guy completely dry, warm and toasty.
We went out as a family, skiing right from our front door, as far as the trail was broken – then turned back towards home and lunch. While the path will be groomed regularly, as the season continues — today it was not. Pulling a sled, we found it best if the parent not pulling would break trail next to the already broken trail to widen it and make a flatter ride for the babe. Before we figured this out, the sled would sit half in the ski track and half on top of the snow on the side, tipping up on its side. The little man wasn’t phased by this in the least, but we figured it was a smoother ride if we widened the track. Bonus – the non-pulling-parent also got a chance to get their heart rate and body temperature up, too.
The little man dressed in his capilene long johns, fleece overalls, wool socks, fleecy booties, a fleece jacket, hat, and sunglasses. He was also well-equipped with plenty of toys to keep him occupied. We had two extra pairs of mittens and a puffy jacket with us, if he needed.
I wore wool long underwear, ski socks, soft-shell pants, a fleece sweatshirt, a soft-shell / hard-shell combo jacket, gloves, hat and sunglasses.
TBT to the first time I left the little guy with a friend. And I went out for a ski with my girlfriends.
I almost cried.
It was early October. We had gotten some snow and the sun was shining. It wasn’t going to last very long.
For the record, I love early season nordic skiing. There aren’t many places to go, so you’ll usually run into a bunch of people you know. The weather is usually warm and sunny. And everyone is so pumped to get out and slide around, that I usually have a pack of girlfriends to ski with.
The company more than makes up for what the conditions lack. The air is buzzing, everyone is excited to get out on skis and for the potential of the winter to come.
But, like I said, the conditions are lacking. No Joke.
You may be hopping over (or tromping through) rocks, sticks, and mud patches. The snow might have melted and glazed over, so the ride down is fast and furious.
It’s not pretty, quiet, shussing through the trees. It’s more like holding on for a ride — like the
haunted houses at the boardwalk. You might have to jump over something, come to a quick stop, or a moose might jump out in front of you.
In short, it’s no place for le bebe.
So I called in a babysitting trade that I had arranged with a friend, loaded up in the car with my girlfriends, and headed out toward the pass.
I had exactly three hours between feedings, which meant a 2 hour trade and as much skiing as I could wring out, between driving out and back to the trailhead.
Everything went well, we squeezed 5 girls and 3 dogs, along with skis, poles, and gear into an SUV
and hit it. We spent some time laughing, stretching our legs, and breathing deep — all in beautiful Colorado sunshine. And then we quickly headed back to town. After what seemed forever unloading and swapping gear, I got back to my house, jumped in the car and zoomed up the mountain to pick up my boy. My boobs and psyche were about to explode with milk, nerves and anticipation.
I exploded into my girlfriend’s house to find out Baby-Love took a good nap and was happily awaiting my arrival.
It’s not always easy to leave your little ones — especially the first time. But for me to have that sense of normalcy and a couple of hours to do something that I adore, I felt like it gave me a chance to be a better mom and for the little guy to explore the world without me.
What was your first experience leaving your baby like? What did you get out and do?
A couple of weeks ago, I hiked up the Dark Canyon Trail. I hadn’t been there since I was pregnant and remember huffing and puffing my way up that never-ending hill. It was much more scenic this time. There was far less panting, too.
There was also more potty training this time.
I chose this trail, because it’s the path less travelled, literally. The trail is closed to mountain biking and fewer people use it. It was a busy week and I wanted to avoid the crowds.
This took the pressure off of our potty training situation, too.
From my earlier hikes, I had already learned that stopping for potty breaks, putting a diaper into the baby backpack seat, and wearing a pair of wicking, quick-drying pants were helpful tips. Today, I learned that sometimes patience is key. We hiked up and found a nice open meadow to enjoy lunch.
It’s a little hard to tell from this picture, but there were some great logs to stretch out my back on. Baby backpacks and solo hiking trips often tire out my back muscles, so it’s a nice treat when a lunch break can include a good place to stretch.
Anyhow, back to potty-training. The little man made it to lunch without an accident — and without a successful pit-stop… which can only mean dehydration.
Dehydration is a common problem, while out hiking or backpacking. One that has lead prior clients to cramping, constipation, headaches, fatigue, and mental-fogginess (to name just a few of the symptoms) and while it can be quite serious if not remedied, usually doesn’t cause too many problems on a day. But I wanted to avoid the grumpiness and potential meltdowns that dehydration can also cause, so we took a really long lunch break to effectively drink and eliminate.
Today was a day that I was grateful for baby capilene long underwear. After a little miss, I took the little guy’s pants off to dry in the sun. By the time he had a real pee, they were dry and we were ready to hit the trail again! Patagonia Capilene Long Underwear for the win!
This was a beautiful summer day hike. The weather was in the 70’s. The little guy wore a t-shirt and patagonia capilene pants, a hat and sunglasses. I wore shorts, a t-shirt, a hat, sunglasses, and sneakers. We brought an extra jacket for both of us, sunscreen, a first-aid kit, lunch and water.
The hike took about 2 hours, we hiked until we found a good lunch spot, ate, then turned around. After lunch, I was interested in hiking a little further, but the little man definitely wanted to head home, so we turned back and headed for nap-town. He rode up in the carrier and walked part of the way down. The trail was dirt and rocks, through some open meadows with wildflowers, but was mostly wooded. It would be beautiful when the leaves are turning!
We went on a family hike today, it was a beautiful fall day. The little guy had a fever this week–we were pretty cooped up and feeling cabin-fever-ish. So when Dad didn’t have to work, we made a great family breakfast, packed up the baby backpack, and headed for the hills.
Thermometer read 36 degrees at the house before we left. My most recent mom learning has been that although I might be really hot when we’re out, Baby-Love isn’t using as much energy / burning as many calories / generating as much heat, so he can get quite chilly, while I’m feeling completely the opposite.
So, I dressed him in about a million layers:
He also had a sunhat (sometimes.)
He was a great temperature, though dressed much warmer than his dad and I.