"This is for you, because I wuv you," you take the flower, stick it behind your ear, give her a hug and hold on to that memory FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
The girls love to throw rocks, and the river is the only place that they're allowed to do so. I'm sure the fisherman in Daddy was cringing on the inside... but we weren't there to fish, we were there to experience. We were there to make memories. We were there to laugh. And we did it all. We played in the leaves, posed for pictures and got our hands dirty in the mud. That's okay, though... because if we know anything, we know that Mommy's jeans are perfect to wipe dirty little hands on... heaven forbid we wipe them on our own jeans. Heaven forbid we wipe our boogers on the bottom of our shoes, when Mommy's leg is right. there. But that's another story.
After playing in the river, we walked over to a riverside park and played for a while before heading down for lunch at Slackwater. Fantastic pizza special yesterday... European Union. With gnocchi! Gnocchi on a pizza? ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS BIT OF BRILLIANCE? And the kiddos got their very own cheese pizza... of which Millie at 3/4 of on her own and left Hazel saying: "But... I'm still hungry!" And left me saying: "You're going to have to learn this lesson earlier than I expected, but kiddo, you gotta get yours while you can. It's every woman for herself with the food hits the table."
Anyway, great meal and awesome view over the river. Oh and... um... we NEED MORE SLACKWATERS on the river. Seriously... people
I've got big plans for Ogden. Not so much the funds... but big plans.
Anyway, that was our Saturday in Ogden. 70 degrees in November? I'll take it. Benny took a bunch of footage of the river... which turns out to be unusable because he had it set on low resolution and the perfectionist in him cannot. handle. it. The plan was to go back today but it freaking snowed. SNOWED.
Welcome to life in Ogden, Utah.