Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Alta


Back in late August, I got to introduce Nik and Charlie to the place of my favorite childhood memories. We packed up an entire car full of baby paraphernalia, and drove three hours north to our family cabin.









All the pictures Nik took make me almost weepy looking at them. So many memories of playing with cousins, fishing with dad, and going for walks with everyone perfected captured. Looking at all of them is making the nostalgia ooze out of my pores! And now my baby gets to start making these memories with her cousins?!

So what does one do at Alta? First up, porch time. The porch wraps around half the house, surrounded by trees, littered with comfy furniture, and swarming with mosquitos. On the porch we indulge in our most frequent family past time: talking until the sunsets. I think Nik didn't understand how much one family could talk until he met mine.






This time our time on the porch was exponentially bigger, because we have babies to tend to. The time on the porch was also exponentially better, because, you know, we have adorable babies to tend to. Porch time also includes a lot of eating. Nik and I ate an entire melon in one sitting that others were looking forward to eating, and I still feel bad about it. That sweet melon is probably why we ended up with the most mosquito bites though.

Next on the agenda? Walks around the lake. In the morning. After dinner. In the afternoon. Need something to do? Go for a walk.





Baby hats are insanely adorable, in a completely dorky way. Also, Charlie's favorite chew toy was probably the top of that Ergo. On this trip we finally mastered how to get her propped up higher. (After this picture was taken.) Love my Ergo, I just think there is a huge learning curve to using it.



Again, walking includes more talking. How can we never run out of things to say?


These pictures don't have to do with anything. Except they mean everything because it is a picture of Charlie in the porch room that my parents have slept in every summer for as long as I can remember. (NOSTALGIA!)

Lastly, we do what we do on every vacation: lay out by the pool. It's not a real pool, it's a swimming hole. This time there was a supposed tree in the pool that Nik and my dad dove down to get. It turned out the be the biggest lake-sea-bush thing ever. We have pictures of people modeling said sea plant, but that will remain private for our posterity.



While bouncing in Grandma's arms and giving kisses Charlie came thiiiis close spitting up in my mom's mouth. That is one of my greatest fears.


This was the part of Alta that shed light on my new reality. That reality being I've reached the phase of my life where a vacation is not exactly a vacation anymore. My previous summer days of laying out and inhaling a book and snacks simultaneously have been replaced by staying in the shade, while attempting to nurse a baby to sleep in ninety-degree weather. It made me appreciate my mom more, and the fact that for years she had to be a mom while at Alta.





We have transformed into CLASS A Stage Moms and take videos and pictures of these two shamelessly. Charlie was obsessed with rolling over and scooting, and combined with the heat her cheeks took a real beating that weekend. 




Babies in sunglasses with opinions. 



I try to keep my first-time-baby excitement in check, and avoid indulging Charlie in activities for my benefit. Because she's not going to remember anything. However, I couldn't help but be the first to help her break the "no-swimming-in-the-lake" rule by putting her toes for a quick second. 

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