The last time we went to Mammoth, I was very, VERY pregnant. Like 8 months pregnant. Like the kind of pregnant where people ask if you are having twins and “are you actually going to get bigger than this?” kind of pregnant. You know, the most flattering, heavenly I mean, the most uncomfortable, can’t-wait-to-get-this-baby-outta-me part of being pregnant. Besides barely squeezing into my granny panties knickers, getting a little altitude sickness, and having to borrow my girlfriend’s “fat” snow jacket, it was a really fun trip! Honest.
We went back to Mammoth just a few weeks ago. Totally un-pregnant and ready to party. We always have a great time on these cabin trips! But there’s a catch now. Have you heard? Sometimes after pregnancy, you gain a little person. We have a kid. A real life 2 year old. And he would be joining us! He was welcomed by our friends with open arms. They had no problems giving us the big room so all our crap we could fit. They looked forward to playing with him and squeezing on him. Paul & I were excited to show him a new place and take him to the great outdoors.
And I want to say what an angel he was! But this kid. Oh, he repaid our good intentions by screaming the whole 5 hour car ride up, barely sleeping the first couple nights, not wanting to eat anything while constantly shouting at us for food, and just being kind of difficult. Sorta like being at home, but not. The main thing I really remember is how tiring it all was. So this is what they mean when they say a vacation with kids isn’t much of a vacation. OK, I get it.
All of our friends were more than gracious. And yes, there are glimmers of hilarious moments and quiet moments and joyful moments. Cozy socks and coffee cups. Delicious breakfasts smells first thing in the morning. Crisp, mountain air. I know I shouldn’t complain. I’ll simply add it to our list of adventures. And again, based on the photos, all you will know is that we had a magnificent time.
And that’s what we’ll tell Stevie when he’s older too.
LOVE!