Road Trippin'

Moab, Utah is a place near and dear to our hearts.  We moved to Utah shortly after we got married and spent our first 6 wedding anniversaries there (or at least we celebrated there President's Day weekend).  We skipped '07 since KT was months old and opted in '08 to try our hand at combining one of our favorite places with our new favorite little person.  When the wee sprout was just barely a year old, we loaded up the 4Runner and headed off to Moab for a weekend of adventure.  

The weekend was tough.  One of the toughest weekends I've encountered as a parent.  It was an adventure in itself but one that I didn't want to share the details about.  I struggled with visiting a place that we'd always know sans child (carefree with no time line nor worries) and trying to integrate a toddler into that atmosphere.  Plus, truthfully, she was at an age were integrating into anything wasn't easy.  There were tantrums, tears and wishes of being home.  That was just from me; I think KT handled it somewhat more gracefully than her mother.

We skipped '09 because of the (mis)adventures of '08.  I dreaded making another trip and the same mistakes.  But now 2 years has passed and we're attempting it again.  She's at a better age -- no longer needing naps, good to fall asleep in a strange bed, potty trained, excited about eating at restaurants and big enough to WANT to hike and explore.  As for me I think I'm at a better age too -- free of headaches, not stressed with work and less anxious due to the miraculous little pill called cymb@lta.

It's our 10th anniversary tomorrow.  I want to be there this year; I want to try it again.  Worse case scenario I drink a lot of wine and take a lot of pictures of the temper tantrums.