One fine day, Zach and I will no longer feel the need to prove that we can still do everything we want to just as easily as we did before Kidageddon. We receive fresh proof daily that that kind of simplicity is gone for the foreseeable future. Children just plain complicate things. But while they double (quadruple, millionuple) the logistics, they also multiply the joy and excitement. This year's Haight Family Reunion was one such dichotomous experience.
On our way out to Manti we stopped on the salt flats, thanks to Eli's habit of declaring his desperate urge to use the bathroom minutes after passing the only civilization for 80 miles in either direction. It was fun to think that 10 months ago, we made our very last trip across the salt flats as a family of three. This time we took a picture to commemorate our foursomeness.
|No, that's not a glare. It's my amazing farmer tan.|
Porter, meanwhile, had to be held THE ENTIRE TIME. The ground was covered in goose droppings and the water was unguarded, so someone was constantly lugging his hefty little body around. 3 AM was no exception- Zach (bless him) took Porter for a walk so that he would stop trying to serenade our entire extended family with his cries. I take this moment to publicly declare that I will never attempt to camp with a teething baby ever again.
On the second day we took all willing cousins on a hike along the shore. Nothing is cuter than a flock of excited children chanting nonsense while marching in a line (I think. They only stayed that way for about half a second before stringing out into chaos).
Below we find a prime example of Zach being, in Eli's words, "super cool" on the hike. Surprisingly he never did fall in.
We loved hanging out with this fantastic family. The Haights really are a fun, talented, and welcoming bunch. Special thanks to Rob and Stacy for planning and executing such an excellent reunion!