Toddlers

And the alarm should go off in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .

“Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

I was currently staying in Michigan, visiting family for a week. During that week, my mother, my brother, and I were staying in a chalet with my 6 year old cousin, Charlie.

Charlie, like most kindergartners, was hyper, resolute, and exceptionally loud. She had beautiful blonde hair that was, unfortunately, extraordinarily curly. When I was her age, I was a brunette with long, straight hair. I screamed and cried every time my mother so much as hinted that she was going to try to comb my hair. I cannot imagine what my poor parents would have gone through if my hair was curly. Especially as a child who detested getting their hair brushed, making outrageous mats form.

Unfortunate Charlie went through the exact same thing I did. But, as she hops eagerly out of bed at 6:00 AM, she serves as my personal alarm clock. Lucky me.

After I was sure there was no possible chance of falling back to sleep, I resolved to heave myself out of my nice, warm bed. I was still half asleep as I trudged down the stairs, past a screaming little girl, and to the bathroom to take a nice warm shower.

Forty minutes later, feeling clean, refreshed, and almost awake, I flounced out of the shower over to Charlie, who was determined to hold a grudge against her mother and finally quiet.

Aw, I thought with affection, she is so adorable! Was I ever that cute?

Then I remembered my alarm. All the same, I thought, I’d rather wake up to my radio alarm.

Sarah

My friend from Moab, Sarah, is visiting us for 2 weeks. We are going to a writing camp and learning to blog.We are going to take her to the pool, our rock climbing gym, go shopping, go to a movie, go to a water park, play with the dog, and other things. 

She is also coming with me to a Girl Scout Camp next week. We are going to do pottery, sketches, photography, and other things. After that, I am going to her house in Moab. I don't know what I am doing there, but we will probably be going hiking or swimming. It will be fun!

Lost

As all of my family and friends know, I have a completely horrible sense of direction. So, naturally, while walking to my grandmother's house from the U campus where I was taking a writing class, I got lost.

I hadn't gone down the hill soon enough, and I was used to getting to the house from President Circle. So, of course, I couldn't find President Circle. I ended up in an alley behind the houses, and my mom had to talk me through the entire thing. A 15 minute walk ended up taking an hour. I had to walk aimlessly without water. In 100 degree weather. I died.

My mom is sending me with a map highlighted in neon yellow tomorrow. The U campus is the biggest campus I've ever seen. I think that Westminster, a nice, small, private college is more of my style. It takes about ten minutes to walk from one side to the other. 

Plus, there's a nice gelato place just around the corner. I might go there.