Spring Break 2010, Part 3 – Richfield, Utah
I hadn’t seen my sister, Polly, in a while, so when I heard that she and her kids were going to visit my mother in Richfield, Utah for a couple of weeks, I knew how I’d be spending my spring break. After leaving Death Valley, John and I stayed the night at a place west of Las Vegas called the Resort at Mount Charleston, which sounds a lot swankier than it is. The best part was driving up to and away from the place, because you go through the Humbolt-Toiyabe National Forest on Mt. Charleston, which looks to have some promising campsites and hiking trails.
We got to Richfield on Mar. 31, and when we arrived, my sister Polly was showing my mother all the discounted children’s clothes that she got at Fred Meyer’s in Seattle. Clearly she found a lot of good deals.
Both Polly and my other sister Megan were well into their pregnancies, so we did a big-belly comparison. I think Megan’s was bigger.
Whenever my siblings bring their kids on a visit, chaos ensues, but it’s a benign kind of chaos that is all about having fun. I have 16 nieces and nephews (I had 14 in March, but others have materialized since then), and most are eight and younger, so there’s a lot of energy that these little ones need to burn through. I have always had a great time with them, and it’s great being an uncle, because whenever one of them has a meltdown, I can simply hand the wee wailing one to its parents.
Here are some photos of the nieces and nephews doing the sorts of things they love to do at their grandmother’s house in Richfield.
And if you were to suppose that only the little ones like to dress up, you would be wrong. The grown-ups get into it just as much as the kids do. Polly had gotten hold of a stunning wig, and she demonstrated how to take best advantage of it. Marc then took it for a spin, because Marc and wigs are like hot dogs and pickle relish. Seeing as how we were all fixated on headwear at the moment, Mom broke out the hats. She keeps a collection of hats on hand, for just such occasions. And check out the great bag that Polly found. Accompanying the illustration at the center of the bag runs the caption “The Secret Ingredient Is Resentment,” which is just so true…
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