When Alan was out of town we decided to take the kids up to the mountains to get pictures. After spending afternoon coordinating clothing and doing hair we headed up around 5pm. Our plan was to take photos and go on a short one mile hike. I work out all the time so 1 mile was described by sister as a "a little walk up the road". We began taking pictures, which turned out great. After millions of pictures Jacob announced he needed to use the bathroom. So we all went down the trail to use the bathrooms. After taking them I told my sister how glad I was that we had done that, "wouldn't it be awful to be the top of the mountain with a kid needing to poop". Good point. So we began our little "walk down the road" as we got to the trailhead Sydney announced a need to use the bathroom again. We had just been there so I wasn't feeling the need could be too urgent. I sent my sister on her way with the other three and headed to the bathroom. For some reason I retrieved my car keys from her as well. As we were walking towards the bathroom Sydney begins to cry and tell me she is going to poop. True to her word she did. EVERYWHERE. Shoes,legs,everything. My hands were caked in the stuff. In the good old port a potty there is nothing. No water, no sink, no paper towels nothing. She is screaming. I head to my car with a kid covered in brown stuff and me looking bad too (thank goodness I had keys). I keep extra stuff in a bag with wipes, hang sanitizer, underwear all that good stuff you need with small children. I knew I was in trouble before even arriving to the car because all that stuff was in a swim bag I had thrown out of the car as we were rushing off. I was hoping to find something to save me. NOT SO. I found two dry wipes from wiping faces and a bottle of water. I did my best to clean her off. At this point I have no desire to go on my little walk up the mountain even if its short. I have no choice though as my sister has got my other three and has no idea where we are. SO we head off with Sydney and no underwear (poor dear she was NOT happy). As we begin walking I realize this is not short or easy. Time passes and its all uphill, over creeks, and its getting darker. I am carrying my then dirty girl on my back and I am wiped out. I see no sign of my sister either. That doesn't bode well for how long I have to go I decide. After what seemed like forever I hear some voices in the distance. I eventually see Jacob and Lindsey at the top of a high peak. I finally catch up and wonder if my sister considers this hike more than the walk up the road. I don't want to say anything. I don't have too she is as surprised as I am. We continue up to Secret Lake. It's then that Sydney has to go to the bathroom again. This time I take her seriously. She goes under a tree (remember we have no wipes). We keep on going and going. At the top she goes to the bathroom again. After a few more pictures we headed back down where Sydney went to the bathroom again. People were stopping us commenting on how lovely the kids were dressed for a hike. Yeah they were all wearing dresses and brown sandals that were very dirty now. We had no idea what we were getting into at all. No water and no food. When we got home it was 10pm! My kids were starving. When I told Alan the whole story he said something about why would I take a baby hiking with diarrhea. I wouldn't ever do that. Sometimes you don't know these things before hand. Sometimes knowing would be better. SO thats part 2. Lovely huh.
Thank goodness the pictures were so nice. The kids thought it was a wonderful thing. They loved every minute (except being with out underwear Sydney hated that part).
