Acacia

To our happy, sharp-tongued, sensitive, beautiful, justice-demanding, sociable, smart, sassy, quick-to-laugh, eye-rolling, athletic, funny Acacia:

Happy 12th Birthday!

We love you more than a toaster.

September 24

    

Life Lessons After Hours

Both Cayenne and Acacia were already in bed when I called up the stairs, "Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yup!"

"Yup!"

I went to tuck them in and knew instantly Acacia hadn't brushed her teeth.

"You brushed your teeth?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Kind of."

"I know you didn't brush your teeth. Cayenne? What about you?" I called.

Silence.

"Get up, mes filles! Go brush your teeth. Both of you."

"But MOM! It's midnight. Can't we just go to sleep?"

"You could have if you hadn't lied to me."

Cayenne slipped out of her bed and was brushing before Acacia whipped back her sheets with an, "Are you kidding me?!"

Stomp stomp stomp

"This is not okay!"

Brush brush brush

"It's midnight!"

And it was. We had spent the evening with Michel and Ilona, who had chosen to make a Timbale Milanese so we would have leftovers to take home, and a Mousse au Chocolate because Nicolas wasn't there (just kidding, Nico). And then we watched The Horse Whisperer.

 

(Photos taken with my phone in low light. I apologize for the low quality.)

And now it's Monday, the girls are enjoying their Timbale for lunch at school, they've hopefully forgotten that they hated me at midnight last Friday, and remembered that it's not okay to lie.

    

Life

Do you ever just stop, look around at your life, and think, "How did I get here?"

Me too.

 

Jet Lag Rocks

For the first time in my life I can say, "Yay for jet lag!"

Normally a summer of relaxing makes for nightmarish 6:15am wake-ups during the first week of school, but we got smart this time. Nick and the girls returned from France late Friday night (Aug 22), which meant they were up and at 'em at 5am (4am if you're Acacia) for days. Perfect for an Aug 25th school start date.

They even had time to make their beds. It's a miracle.

And they left for school with plenty of fodder for the "What I Did This Summer" essays, having climbed ten more 14ers and spent some quality time with their extended family in France...

Cayenne and her Awesome Great-Grandfather in St-Raphael

I can just hear the laughing, taste the rosé, and feel the warm sticky air. *sigh* 

Playing Mah-Jong is a family tradition.

Papa in his happy place.

They all had a good time at the beach...

But Acacia kept finding the jelly fish and anemones.

And at the end of every fun-filled day, all the kids slept en plein air on the upstairs balcony.

Awesome, right?

But wait... there's more...

Most of the crowd traveled back to Grenoble where they enjoyed more big family dinners, hiking, and hanging out at the cabin known as La Maison Bleue.

Marion made birthday cakes for both Tiphaine and Acacia, born six weeks apart. It was in this living room almost 13 years ago that we both shared the news we were expecting. :)

I can't say thank you enough to our French Family for taking such good care of my little family on their trip. 

They loved every minute of it!

♥ Merci Merci Merci!! ♥

The "After" Pix

New kitchen floors! Yay! 

Know why it looks so good? Because I married a Man of Many Talents.

Know why it looks so clean?? Because he and the girls have been in France for two weeks.  

Yup. Turns out I'm not the piglet. I don't want to mention any names or anything, but when Nick's alone in Phoenix, his house is clean too......

See that plane? That's my hubby and two little piglets, coming home to me, and I can't wait! My heart is on that plane.

I'm so lucky.

   

Mom to the Rescue this Time

"MOM!!! Help!! The blender is leaking!!!"

"Oooh yes. It is, isn't it?" as I lifted up the blender and everything Acacia had put in it stayed on the base...

"It works better when you attach the bottom part."


 

The Savior Family

"Duuuude. There is no way off this cliff. I've been looking for an hour."

The 28 yr old had no idea he was speaking to Nicolas Cofman, cliff negotiator extraordinaire. We'd also picked up another couple in their late 20s who had no idea where they were. And over the next few hours Nick would help each of them off the cliff and to the summit of Longs Peak, 14,292 ft.



"If it normally takes people 12 hours to do Longs, what is it about our route that is going to take at least 12 hours?" I'd asked that morning as we set off from our trailhead, which had suspiciously few people at it. Like none.

"Umm..."

Turns out it was because our route went via the summit of Mt Meeker, 13,911 ft. (above pic) - whose trailhead begins 1000 ft lower than the Longs Peak one. Of course.

Descending from the top of Meeker into a saddle between the two mountains called The Loft, we could see some people who were not making much progress up the side of Longs. 

"So you know how I didn't mention climbing Meeker to get to Longs? Well, there's a second thing. The Notch. You won't like the notch."

The Notch is where we ran into BJ, Brittany and Russell, the young people who could see no way down. 

There are no photos of this section because we needed all hands and feet on the rock as we shimmied our way down a three sided chimney to the first ledge of the cliff.

"Well that wasn't bad!"

"We haven't done the hard part yet." And then he disappeared into a hole that led to a cave. 

We passed him all our backpacks and then, one by one, squeezed through the opening into the small rock room, and then it got kind of crazy.

Nick first down the chute, then the backpacks, then Acacia and Cayenne, who then moved all the packs out of the way, while the rest of us adults used Nick's shoulders and knees to balance on as we down-climbed through a tunnel which spit us out onto a sloping, loose rock shelf. Russell slipped, but Nick caught him.

Only as I sat on the shelf, watching the last legs emerge from the tunnel did I remember Nick was doing all this with one eye. He's so capable, I forget. I can't tell you how proud I was. Am.

Once we all made it out of the tunnel, we shuffled along the cliff on 6" ledges which switch-backed to a spot where we could walk, and we were once again heading up Longs.

(Once we were on the other side of the rock couloir, I asked Nick to take a photo of the tunnel, but the sun was in his eye and the photo was taken a bit too far to the left. Tunnel is just outside the right side of this photo, but you get the picture. On the left side, in the middle, is Russell, so you can get an idea of scale.)

"That was epic! Oh man, no one's going to believe me!" 

"You kidding? None of my friends want to hike with me anyway. They'll never come when I tell them about this! ha!"

BJ and Russell were pretty excited.

We all high-fived at the summit and took photos and laughed a lot, especially when they said, "We need a photo of the Savior Family!" (Well, really, only Savior Dad, but who's counting.)

 This was Cayenne's 44th 14er.

And Acacia's 40th.

On the way down Nick asked BJ if we could hitch a ride in his car back to the trailhead where we started, which happened to be 10 miles past the Longs Pk start. After our 13-hour day, a ride sounded pretty good.

"Sure! You got me up the mountain. Least I can do is get you off it!"


So... hitchhiking was part of the plan?

"Yeah. That would be the third thing I didn't want to tell you."