Pop Tarts & Snow Suits

I've been on vacation in Utah for the last several days and I've learned a couple of things:

1.  I know nothing about cold climate clothing.
2.  My son thinks he has been deprived.

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While roaming around a Wal-Mart, I noted that there were a lot of odd clothes on display.  I realize that different areas of the country like different fashions than other areas of the country, but these were really bizarre clothes.  They were weird puffy nylon jumpsuits and I couldn't imagine they were considered cool anywhere. 

I finally asked, "What's the deal with all these jumpsuits?"  Um, apparently they were snow suits.  I guess it's obvious that I grew up in a warm and sunny climate.

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My son eats a pretty good diet and he doesn't eat a lot of sugary snacks, but he has just discovered the existence of Pop-Tarts.  He was hooked after the first bite and he has been begging my sister for Pop-Tarts every morning.  He's such a Pop-Tart fiend that he actually stole his cousin's Pop-Tart today.  Shortly afterward, I walked by him in the hallway and he cried for more "Pop-Tarts!" 

You know, it's a darn shame that they don't sell Pop-Tarts in California.  Sorry kid, yes, I'm that mom.

Snow Day!

We enjoyed a wonderful family day; a long overdue family day. My son spent Saturday afternoon splashing in his baby pool in our backyard and he spent the afternoon today playing in snow in the lovely Southern California mountains. Now that I think about it, we should have visited the beach and the desert at some point this weekend so the kidlet could have experienced a little of everything that So Cal has to offer.

It was nearly 80 degrees at our house today, but it was around 50 degrees in the mountains. I never felt the need to wear a coat or jacket, but I thought it prudent to outfit the kiddo in warm outerwear. He looked absolutely adorable stomping around in the snow while wearing his blue jeans and his bomber jacket.

We began our fun journey with a quick visit to Lake Arrowhead. I have never been and didn't know what to expect. It was crowded, tiny, and nothing like I imagined. I didn't mind that my son had actually drifted off to sleep (which he nearly never does in the car) because I had little interest in stopping.

We turned around and continued driving to Big Bear. I had never been there either and I had a blast. The architecture of the buildings was exactly what I pictured, the main strip was perfect. Big Bear Lake was significantly bigger than I expected though, particularly after seeing the diminutive Lake Arrowhead.

My son wasn't sure about the snow at first. He began to warm up to the snow when I demonstrated how fun it is to squeeze a handful. Once he realized that he could eat the snow, he was sold. My husband and I had so much fun watching him experience something totally brand new. I live for the moments that I see such joy in the eyes of my husband and my son.

My husband used to frequent our local mountains when he was married to his ex-wife, but he hadn't been back in around 15-years or so. We had so much fun today that I suspect he'll begin to frequent the mountains with this wife too.