Next door to us lives a man named Michael, and every day we go out walking in his beautiful forest. He keeps up trails through a few acres around his house, and doesn't mind that we borrow them. Every day I am so grateful for his kindness and this beautiful place we live. It's especially nice this time of year with all the rhododendrons in bloom. When the sun shines through, and the birds are chirping and the leaves are crunch-crunching - it's magical. I wish I could take pictures to do it justice.

We call it the magic forest because ever since we brought baby Hyrum home from the hospital, a walk in the forest would calm him and put him to sleep. At 14 months, it still works.
But now that he's becoming such a good walker, he loves to "hike" through on his own. It's amazing to me when he just takes off at the trail head, and keeps going and going and going - stopping only to pick up random bits of interest (sticks, pine cones, lichen).
But now that he's becoming such a good walker, he loves to "hike" through on his own. It's amazing to me when he just takes off at the trail head, and keeps going and going and going - stopping only to pick up random bits of interest (sticks, pine cones, lichen).
I still have to keep a pretty close watch on him, as he seems to like going downhill without help, and isn't quite steady enough to handle the speed. He gets going faster than his little legs can keep up, and a couple days ago he suffered his first fall with injuries. It wasn't a steep slope, but enough that when he tripped and his hands went down to brace the fall, his body kept moving downhill and he did a face plant (more like a face slide) into pine needles and sticks. Ouch. Poor kid. He got over it quickly (quicker than Mom did), and seems to be healing nicely and to have forgotten completely the dangers of recklessly careening downhill.






































