One thing us kiddos wanted to do while in Phoenix was to take advantage of the great hiking opportunities, so when Lindsay recommended we try Pinnacle Peak, we slathered the babies up with sunscreen and brought them along.
It seems weird to me that some people think that once you have a baby, you’re no longer able to enjoy the things you used to enjoy doing. We’ve always wanted to include Elise in our lives (within reason); not have our lives constantly revolve around her and risk losing sight of who we were as individuals/husband & wife before she came along. {I realize those sentences alone could warrant an entire blogpost some other time.} I only bring this up because I had numerous people and other hikers say how they were impressed the babies were hiking with us—and it kinda took me by surprise.
But, I digress.
This was a great hike to do with the babies—not too strenuous or steep—but I think we could’ve hiked longer if we’d gone earlier in the morning or later in the evening since there really wasn’t any shade out there {I blame it on Elise for actually taking a long morning nap before we left to hike}.
Nonetheless, it was fun. Plus, I did not see a single rattlesnake, so that alone makes it a good time.

Bonus was getting to spend some time with my supercool brother.
Sometimes I think Kim & Todd just don’t understand us.
{Todd moreso than Kim…she’s been around us for 20 years by now}
But that’s okay. It’s valid. We are a bit weird. And when we’re together the weirdness just amplifies itself tenfold.
Every good trip needs a jumping picture, right?
Challenge accepted.
Ben captured this in one take. And then we rolled on down the mountain.
The last time I took a jumping picture was a little over a year before, also on a hike…..in Hawaii. I wasn’t quite as limber then. Plus, somebody was weighing me down a bit.

After we sweated it up on the hike {and stopped for lunch at In-n-Out, then lattes at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf}, it was time for the babies to don their swimwear.
{Please excuse the grotesque-looking arm. She moves way too fast for my phone camera.}
This was Elise’s first time ‘swimming’, and for the most part, she loved it—loved kicking her legs, splashing, and just floating around.
{Thanks for bringing the float plane, Grandma! It was a hit with the babies.}





















































