So, some of you have asked why our road was so bad...
I have been meaning to post pictures for some time, but it was nearly a week after the mud that I finally snapped this picture.
The entire road was originally rutted at least this deep (hard to see with the shadows, but 6-8 inches), if not more.
After a few days, the middle (where everyone drives) got flattened out.
In our town, our roads are fairly well maintained.
It may be small, but snowplows still exist, even down in Southern NM.
We happen to live, however, 1 mile down a dirt road from the highway.
That dirt road is rarely maintained, as it is a private road rather than a county owned and maintained road.
Therefore, in wet weather, we deal with whatever condition it happens to be in.
Thus, when it snowed for a week, rained for a day, and then snowed again, it turned into a mud bog.
Quite the ride for a mile...
Just so you know.
Sam-Sam was interested in going somewhere I think.
He was trying to buckle his carseat straps together.
I was at Worldwide Leadership Training on Sat. morning, and came home to this.
He didn't wake up after I picked him up and moved him.
He was really worn out.
A picture of the attempt at geocaching with Grandpa and Dad on Saturday afternoon/evening.
They made it 3/4 of the way to the waypoint before it got dark enough that they thought they should turn around.
A rock was loosened by Thomas as he climbed down an incline, and that same rock came to rest on Nate's hand.
It was very painful that night, but seems to be fine now.
(Frozen veggies make the best ice packs we've found!)
The saddest part of that injury is that it happened about 10 minutes from the end of the hike.
(I guess then was actually better than having it happen earlier, huh?)
Grandpa's cowboy songs put Sam right to sleep on Saturday night.
We've transitioned Sam to the big bed in the boy's room...so far, so good.
We'll be rearranging rooms...putting 2 boys in the guest room soon.
It should be interesting as we "Clean Sweep" our way through that end of the house.