Random stories and photos from our time in St. George

I got to spend a few extra weeks in St. George over the Christmas holiday to take care of my wonderful mother after a knee surgery. I hardly helped out at all, other than introduce my good German bred mother and southern stepfather to some of the spicier foods in life (anything more than salt and pepper is considered exotic in this house!) I had a lovely time, the sun shone every single day, I took walks in abundance, and I shriveled up like a raisin from the dry air.

this is what happens to my hands in st. george. They crack and bleed and become like sandpaper (which can come in quite handy when it comes to needing to slough off skin!)

Anna loved playing in my parent's gigantic backyard which includes a tennis court that has never been used for tennis, various asundry tricycles from decades of children and grandchildren, and the occasional cart or donkey-mobile.

Anna loved to sit and watch the birds in the backyard. And she doesn't seem to mind that the bench, from its position next to the bird bath, is covered in white poop. I also didn't mind. Clothes wash.

Anna loved playing dress up in Grandma's jewelry. I think the pearl necklace pairs quite well with the froggy pajamas, don't you?

Anna and I loved to spend the morning hiking around the red hill. Its my own mini Zion!

My little Adolph! I actually stumbled upon a great way to get Anna to eat bananas again. Give her a little chocolate syrup to dip them in. Wielding the chocolate syrup with finesse has come with time. On her first encounter, she got this mustache.

I love experiencing "firsts" with Anna. While we were in St. George, Anna had her first ever rootbeer float! Only in St. George could you reasonable expect a 65 degree day in January to enjoy a perfect frozen beverage.

During our last weekend, I took Anna to the swimming pool. I didn't bring her swimsuit, so we borrowed one from a nephew. Anna was so excited to be in the water again. I also let her go commando under the shorts (shh, don't tell the management). She isn't potty trained, so I guess you can say I gambled and won. Don't worry, I won't do it again!