It's been raining.

But that doesn't stop us from jogging, going on our nature hikes, exploring, or riding bikes. As much as I like a cozy day, something within my blood can't stay in the house all day. It makes me a little bit crazy.

Today we packed up the family to go to Coyote Creek, Morgan Hill's minuscule version of the mountains (although, I'll take it, it works). It's always a fun outing on the weekends because Daddy's a part of the adventure. It gives me a break from wearing the babe (plus I love the site of him snuggled up to Jason!) and more opportunities to find new rocks, pine cones, and other prickly things with Carter. Today was extra adventurous. At the top of the trail Carter announced he had to go poop. Immediately.

Carter now knows the term "squat".

And that he did. Right in the nice little hole Daddy's Sorrel's left for him.

I've never had to face such an experience as Carter's not a "public pooper", but something about pear slices in a newly-sewn snack bag got the GI tract working. So, because of my lack of preparation for such a feat, we had no TP, no Kleenex, no wipes. Nothing....but a brand new, ultra-cool Army snack bag. Now you know why it's not pictured below.

And for an extra-awesome picture to leave you with:

That would be my son, attempting a "Snowboarder Ollie".