In honor of Father’s Day


My son Bode is thoughtful, kind and beloved by everyone. I can count on one hand how many tantrums he’s ever thrown, and he prides himself on being responsible.

How many 5-year-olds do you know like that?

He is also analogous to an 8-ton pachyderm.

Case in point: We recently encountered another boy at the park whose constant barrage of insults quickly wore on me, but Bode continued playing with him. At one point, the kid demanded, “You need to watch my shark!” and without waiting for consent, he flitted off.

Bode simply placed the shark on a ledge and carefully cupped his hands over it.

When it appeared the kid wasn’t coming back from playing anytime soon, I told Bode, “You don’t need to do that, you know.”

Bode didn’t KEEP READING AT DENVERPOST.COM

(Camp) Memories Light the Corner of My Mind

I almost cried on my final day of camp.

But here’s the really sad thing: I wasn’t even the one who attended.

Last week, my children wrapped up their first ever “grown-up” camp with Avid4 Adventure. We’ve done casual sports and art camps through the school or county but this was our first real deal. My kids participated in their Multi-sport Camp and every day was dedicated to a different pursuit: kayaking, canoeing, hiking, mountain biking and rock climbing.

Another reason I cried: I didn’t get to do it with them.

I did, however, catch a glimpse of why they said they had “the best time ever” by attending each of their parent days. I witnessed Bode scale a huge rock wall (while my grateful feet remained on solid ground) and I went canoeing with Hadley at Bear Creek Lake Park.

My history with canoes involve capsizing or using a rake as a paddle (long story but when you don’t have oars you improvise).


No improvisation was needed with the Avid4 kids as they became extremely proficient in each of the activities. I was impressed with all the instructors who were not just college students on summer break but rather certified, highly trained and passionate about instilling a love for the outdoors.

The kids taught the parents all the canoeing safety and skills necessary before heading out on the lake. They went easy on us before introducing us to games like “Stinky Fish” (where we tossed wet sponges into each other’s canoes) and the parents squealed as much as the kids.



The best news of all: I did not lose face with a bunch of 8-year-olds by capsizing.

While Hadley’s adventures with the older kids lasted all day long, 5-year-old Bode’s group of all boys did half-day adventures. They then returned to “base camp” where they did music, arts or crafts with specialized teachers and even learned yoga from Yogini Eileen. I knew my “boy’s boy” would thrive in the regular pursuits but I had doubts he would take to the Downward Dog.

I figured a formal introduction was appropriate.

“Bode, this nice lady is going to show you how to do something called yoga. Eileen, can you demonstrate a pose for him?”

I figured she’d do something nonthreatening like the Tree Pose but she opted for the Standing Head to Knee Pose, which if you’re yoga newbies like Bode and me, looks like one of those circus contortionists.

Skeptically, he looked at me as I shrugged my shoulders. “Good luck with that.”

Turns out, he and his buddies didn’t need it and they loved their class.

I first heard about Avid4 Adventure through a friend who raved about their Outdoor Education School Programs and what’s not to love? They bring a portable stations to schools such as a 25-foot mobile climbing wall, a 30-foot portable pool for kayaking or canoeing, mountain bikes and a portable mountain bike skills course and an outdoor Leave No Trace classroom.

Between their school program, adventure day camps all over the Metro area, family camping trips and overnight Camp Eden, the only thing Avid4 Adventure is missing is classes for adults. I’ll be first in line should it ever it ever happen.

With oars (not rake) in hand.

Avid4 Adventure Camp: In Pictures

I’d be lying to say I didn’t live vicariously though my kiddos as they did one of Denver’s best summer camps I would have only dreamed to do as a kid. Every day was (literally) a new adventure. I don’t know how Avid4 Adventure did it but they created something special that went beyond mere activities and fun to an everlasting bond with the other kids and nature.

The best part of all: even though each of them had a Parent’s Day where I was able to attend for a couple of hours, Avid4 posted pictures of their adventures so I was able to follow them daily, as well as a “report card” at the end that details all the new skills they acquired.

They sure have a lot to teach me.

Bode’s Experience

Bode is the kind of kind who makes instant friends wherever he goes (it’s a gift, I’m telling you). This is his Group 1 “Lava Bullets” at the climbing walls. Coincidentally, Bode’s soccer team had the same name. Any guesses as to who might have suggested it?

Is it just me or do they look absolutely adorable?

 Of course, I couldn’t have him lose face in front of his buddies by pinching their cheeks. It’s not becoming of adventure campers.

Hanging with Grandma on Parent’s Day

 Lava Bullets rocked their hike up Mt. Galbraith. Their instructors said they went further than any 5-6-year-old group they’ve ever had.

I did the same hike that week and I’m telling you, it was no stroll in the park.

Maybe I needed the Lava Bullets there to whip me into shape.

Bode’s class started their biking session by gauging everyone’s level in the parking lot as they navigated obstacles.

 And then took it to the pathway along gorgeous Clear Creek in Golden.

But my most surreal experience? Watching my 5-year-old take turns kayaking at Bear Creek Lake Park.

It was, hands down, the perfect day.

And, of course, his week would not have been complete without awesome instructors Alex and Steve.They should get a prize for juggling such a rambunctious group of boys.

Or at least a long time to recover.

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Hadley’s Experience

I like to call Hadley my extroverted introvert. Though she’s social and enjoys being around people, she is perfectly content to be a loner on her own terms. But she also loves a good adventure so I was thrilled when she delved right into the activities and made some good friends by the end of the week.


Hiking Lair ‘o the Bear

Their rock climbing and mountain biking days were a lot more extreme than Bode’s group and she scaled a real cliff for the former and hit the backcountry for the latter. Her instructors didn’t take any pictures mountain biking but a covered-in-mud daughter was worth a thousand words.

I don’t call her “Adventure Girl” for nothing.

 But canoeing with her on parent’s day will be one of my all-time favorite memories. Each of the kids took a turn explaining the requisite skills and safety considerations to all the parents, giving them a great opportunity to apply what they’d learned.

And then we we canoed around the lake–laughing, playing games like “Stinky Fish” and practicing getting in and out of the canoe.



I didn’t take my camera in the canoe with me. Ask my friend Tina why. It had something to do with the last time I canoed with her husband, we took a nice dunk in the lake.

I’ve reached my quota on having to replace cameras.

But lest you think it was all adventure and no fun, think again. I can’t tell you how many games my kids learned at base camp.

And, of course, Hadley’s experience would not have been complete without her inspiring, accomplished and capable instructors, Kelly and Haley (seriously, just look at their bios). I want to be just like them when I grow up.

And since it’s too late for me, there’s always hope for Haddie.

Workin’ it!

People have different ideas about what vacations are all about. For some, it should be the beach. For others, it’s the mountains. For when our family comes to visit, Jamie and I like to call them “working vacations.”

This is an altruistic way of saying THEY WORK FOR US.

For my poor Dad, he got dragged to the pumpkin patch and navigated the forklift with Jamie as they put up the hail netting (better him than me).

Then last fall, a section of our fence blew down. We didn’t bother to repair it until the prospect of having a backyard party for Haddie’s baptism finally motivated me to action. Jamie determined we would finally put in a gate to the patch (a la Julianne Moore’s request when we appeared on the Marriage Ref).

We had to build two sections of fence and install the gate. Sound easy? IT WASN’T. If you’ve ever dug fence posts three feet into the ground, you know what I’m talking about. If you’ve ever tried to dig fence posts through several feet of concrete, now we’re talking. When the fence blew over, it was because the wood had rotted out, leaving behind the concrete from the original fence posts.

So, for two days Dad and I dug (he, with a 30-pound crowbar as I would dutifully shovel out the hunks of cement.) And then rebuilt.

I’ll never look at a fence again without the most utmost respect for those who built it.

Fast-forward a couple of days to when Linda (Jamie’s mom) and I tackled Hadley’s bedroom. She had volunteered to help make it over in honor or Haddie’s 8th birthday. One of my young women from church, Jessie, volunteered to help paint and so we recruited her for the cause while Hadley was in adventure camp.

After three days and A LOT OF work, Hadley has her very own tween bedroom, complete with her own crafting area, which she absolutely loves.


And now I need a vacation from their vacation.

A New Woman-Child is Born

It was truly wonderful having both sets of grandparents descend upon us for Haddie’s baptism. There were lots of shopping trips and Haddie’s first mani-pedi with my mom.

Something you should know about Hadley: she HATES to cut her nails. As in all-out-freakout-I’m-gonna-kill-someone-type hatred. Though she has gotten better over the years and I can now clip her nails without her drawing blood (namely mine), I was curious to see how she’d do.

She looooooved soaking her feet with my mom.

And though she made faces during her manicure, she did just fine.

But I knew her feet would be a big ol’ problem. I get it. I literally cannot stand getting the bottom of my feet scrubbed and toe nails filed but I dutifully drag myself in for a pedi twice a year.

I assured Hadley the nice lady would only paint her toenails and not clip and file them. The problem is, the lady didn’t speak English so my instructions fell on deaf ears.

Or rather, Vietnamese ones.

I got lost in my own foot-soaking reverie and when I looked over, not only was she clipping but also filing Hadley’s toe nails. She took it rather well.

Or not.

But there was no  yelling, kicking OR screaming, which means I’ll have to take her in for a mani-pedi every time her nails need clipping.

And I’m sending the bill for our new habit to my mother.

Why Stan is the Man

I share my dad’s love for the outdoors so we always go play whenever we’re together. This time around, we determined biking would be our adventure de choix.

Or, at least we tried.

Day 1: 15 minutes into our ride, I realized my tire was flat and I didn’t have any repair tools. Gave him not-so stellar directions to bike home (he got kinda lost) and called annoyed Jamie who drove to get me. Took wheel off bike and got it repaired at bike shop.

Day 2: Second attempt at Father-Daughter bike ride. Could not get the wheel back on my road bike. SERIOUSLY (Jamie, Dad and I all attempted…and failed). Took it back to the bike shop; once again, Dad goes on solo bike ride.

Day 3: Extremely determined and finally go on lovely ride along Ralston Creek to Tucker Lake.

Seem tranquil? I assure you it was not. This was the scene just two minutes prior.

Though my dad is an avid outdoor enthusiast who bikes daily in the summer, my toe clips proved problematic. This is just a nice way of saying when he slowed to a stop, he forgot his feet were stuck in them and he fell over.

He couldn’t move his finger for a couple of days and had some scrapes and bruises but Stan the Man got back on that bike and finished the ride up a steep hill.

I wanna be just like him when I’m in my 70s.

Tough. Not the part about falling over from forgetfulness.

The Baptism

There are a few pinnacle events in every Mormon’s life and getting baptized when you’re 8 (or older) is a big one. We planned to have a backyard party following the baptism and spent the morning setting everything up. And then the hurricane winds and rain started so we moved it indoors. And then it later cleared so it was outside-bound yet again.
 
  I love this picture of Hadley as she reflectively watched the rain prior to leaving for her baptism.

I have no doubt she somehow had control over the elements and was responsible for the rain clearing up.

 Jamie baptized and confirmed her and the whole service went perfectly.

Except for the fact she had to be dunked twice because Jamie was standing in the wrong direction the first time. When she had to go back out there to do it again, she lamented, “I’m so embarrassed!”

Her parental humiliation has only just begun.

We invited a bunch of friends and family to come over after the baptism for “light refreshments. Apparently I don’t know what that means. We had Sloppy Joes, oodles of appetizers and Qdoba Mexican Grill asked if we’d be their guinea pig for their new Fajita Bar that is being tested in Denver.

No-brainer on that one.

The chocolate fountain is always a hit. Margaret, my mother-in-law Linda and Haddie’s Primary teacher Julie were in charge of it.

And yes, it was worthy of an entire committee.

A couple of weeks prior, I took Haddie shopping to buy a special dress to wear afterward and I had one of those ah-ha mom moments of, “She’s growing up fast…and gorgeous.”

And I’m so proud of the young woman she is becoming.

School’s Out for Summer!

I know this announcement is a week late but I had to sneak it in there. Like the annoying mom I am, I snapped a lot of pictures to commemorate the last day of school.

This one is at the bus stop. I got a bit teary-eyed thinking that would be the last time they’d take the bus to school together because Haddie is switching schools next year.

I think the weeping is from the fact I’ll now have to drive her both ways while still making the trek to the bus stop with Bode.

Bode with his sweet kindergarten teacher who announced her retirement.

I sure hope he had nothing to do with that decision.

And Haddie: just a wee bit excited to be done!

Both of them had a great  year with wonderful teachers. Their report cards made me chuckle because their strengths are completely opposite of each other. Bode got top grades in everything except for art (he inherited my stick-figure abilities) while Haddie excelled in the arts and struggled in math (that one is all about Jamie).

Here’s to a great summer!

Just breathe

Posting will be sporadic the next few weeks as I try to come up for air. My parents leave Monday, Jamie’s parents are here this week and we’re making over Haddie’s room while the kids are in Avid4Adventure camp, a former roommate’s family is coming to visit and then we’ve leaving for Disneyland.

Hadley desperately loves her downtime and asked me last night, “When will I have time to just take it easy?”

“August,” I replied. I was only kinda kidding.

But having both sets of grandparents here has been so very worth it.