I live in a national park.

In Canyonlands National Park.

Liesel is the only child for at least in hour in any direction. 

Our address includes "end of Hwy." 

So what do I do all day? 

I've been wondering the same thing.

I think Liesel has too.

But somehow our days seem to fill up. 

We definitely take in some beautiful scenery.

And despite my prego-waddle, just about every morning we get outside for a few hours.

Today it involved this:

A sweater! 

Although I'm feeling reluctant to let go of summer. 

 It also involved a hole. And sticking her finger in it. 

Finding a Juniper berry. Sounding adorable saying "juniper berry."

Wanting to wear her hood and rub her ears. 

 Was jazzed when mom busted out with a "Wheels on the bus" rendition. Check out that applause and sincere appreciation . . . with this kind of response maybe I could be the next Raffi?

 Here's home. 

 Our walks and outside time usually involve something illegal. Not only is L playing with a hallucinogenic plant, she also picked the Datura. And busted crust. And broke some rocks. And picked juniper berries . . . toddlers have no respect for rules. 

 Today also included the digging spot in the back yard, her hair bands and later macaroni/rice and measuring cups. Trying on big girl undies and stacking cans from the pantry. And one 30 minute video while I made dinner. Guilt ensued. 

Today also involved me on the elliptical reading an abandoned copy of Real Simple while Brian took Liesel on a bike ride and then put her to bed. 

Goodnight Needles. It's been a good day.