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A Mt. Lemmon hike sidetracked with a little baby bouldering. I promise this is not staged:

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Pics of Mama and Silas hiking up on Flag’s big mountain while dad is off training for Imogene:

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So I’ve been pretty good thus far by refraining from sharing all of our fun and exciting adventures with baby poop here on apAdventures. I figure nobody really thinks poop is all that entertaining, unless it’s your story and it involves you, your baby, your baby’s poop, and the accomplishment that you again managed to not get the poop in your baby’s hair or in your baby’s mouth or in your hair or in your mouth. Those are the stories of celebration and triumph. The high-five stories. But only between you and your baby. And maybe your baby’s other parent. Nobody else really seems to care about these things – I know this because nobody ever sets up for a high-five after I finish the story.

Well readers, the time has come. After 1 year and 8 months, the inevitable poop story is here and bursting at the britches to be shared. I thought it was funny. Paul thought it was funny. And Silas giggled like crazy. So maybe you will enjoy it too. What I’m going to tell you next all happened within a matter of seconds. Maybe 2 or 3. Barely enough time for me to get out the words “Poop!” “Morgan!” “No!” Imagine this scene:

I open the door after a long day at work and my little Silas comes tearing through the kitchen, running top speed and squealing his welcome home call, arms outstretched and face and bare chest slobbery with drool. As darling as the scene is, mid-way through the kitchen in mid-chubby leg step, I am alarmed to see a little truffle-sized turd ball fall out of his diaper. Then another. Then another! Then….Morgan! Out of nowhere the brown dog swoops up and EATS the first turd so fast it barely has a chance to roll after it hits the floor. Meanwhile, Silas is still running towards me and I’m trying to blurt some words out at Paul to make it stop – who is preparing dinner at the stove. Whatever I said worked because Morgan froze…staring intently at turd #2, which had hit the floor and almost rolled into the never-never land of under the fridge. Whew. No poop under the fridge? Check – hi-fives. No poop in hair? Check – hi-fives. No poop in mouth? Well, Morgan’s mouth doesn’t count even though it’s still gross. Check – hi-fives.

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Lots of pics lately and not many words, I know. Which means one thing and one thing only: We’re busy! That, and it’s a lot easier and quicker to dump a few pics on the site when Silas is busy with his toys than to write some intelligent words. And he’s busy at the moment…so here’s a quick update from our corner of the desert:

We’re about to embark on our Hueco season (Nov and Dec being just a sampling). So in preparation we of course have been training our little climber butts off, which has required some intense time management skills lemme tell ya – Silas’ nap-time being a very critical factor, hehe. The strength seems to be coming along nicely meaning hopefully the training will pay off in a couple of weeks when we pull on to what really matters (read, REAL rock not plastic!). Paul and I both are trying to break a grade this season so the pressure’s on. Woohoo! Love it!

Silas has been busting through all kinds of his own grades lately. He has now officially mastered being able to target his rear end to sit down on things other than the floor – things such as his little Silas chair, my leg, the front stoop. It’s been quite entertaining watching him learn. He’d get into a squat position in front of his little seat and then slowly squat further anticipating the seat under his bum, only to realize he was too far forward or too far to the side. And then he’d try to figure out how to correct his predicament. First option: keeping the squat, back up until he bumps his bum into the seat and then maneuver backwards to get it on. Second option: stand up and turn around so that he’s now facing the seat, putting his hands on the seat squarely and trying to squat again…ok, you’re facing the wrong way, totally not going to work baby, sorry. Third option: “Aaaaaaaahh!” After much trial and error, we think he’s got it now. Paul snapped this shot below the other day – Silas having gotten onto the seat all on his own. Hooray!

Let’s see anything else to report on? Work, boring. School, too much info. Climbing, check. Silas, check. Morgan, same ol’ brown dog. All other extra-curricular activities? Well, we did manage to squeeze out some time for a little family hike before it got dark the other night on Douglas Springs…see pics below. That’s all for now. Hopefully exciting climbing posts coming soon!

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