It just wouldn't be a trip to Arizona if we didn't spend at least some of it pulling fine cactus spines out of Acacia's butt and legs and arms... She's drawn to them like Icarus to the sun.
Camelback Mountain on the busiest day of the year is not the walk you'd expect a group of Cofmans to choose on Thanksgiving. But it's beautiful, hot - and there was something fun about sharing that day with half the population of Phoenix.
Camelback Mountain on the busiest day of the year is not the walk you'd expect a group of Cofmans to choose on Thanksgiving. But it's beautiful, hot - and there was something fun about sharing that day with half the population of Phoenix.
I looked down at my vibrant four-year-old nephew hiking beside me, yakking non-stop, his strong tiny hand gripping mine.
"Sure. With what?"
His big brown eyes caught mine for a second, then looked back at the trail.
"Oh I don't know. When we get back I'll think of something."
Bless him. He was planning the next fun thing in his day, and although he didn't know what it was going to be, he was ensuring there'd be someone to share it with. He didn't need to worry though; with all 10 of us together again, there was always a friend around.
Ilona and Michel treated the family to a Thanksgiving getaway in Phoenix, where it was warm enough to enjoy the water slides, floating rivers, (pina coladas by the) swimming pools, and evening fire-pits (s'mores!). So basically, it didn't suck:
Cayenne has always had a hard time unwinding...
This photo cracks me up.
Sam leading the way up Camelback Mtn.
Almost a family photo... Alan was the photographer.
Foosball! (That's me beating Nick at ping-pong in the background.)
Way too much, really good food...
.. but not so much that Nick and I didn't fight over the last licks of decadent chocolate sauce.
This was the Untalent Show (their title, not mine!)
Good times!
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