Going on vacation turns me into my dad. We had been at Snow Canyon for maybe 10 minutes when I said, "That's it. Everybody get back in the van. We're going home." And I was really going to do it this time.
Luckily, our rotten kids decided to stop being rotten and we had quite a wonderful time playing in the sand dunes.
Despite my temporary, child-induced grumpiness, our President's Day weekend trip to St. George was quite lovely.
It was great to get out of the dirty, cold Salt Lake City air for a few days and enjoy 60 degree weather. (Perfect temperature for sitting in the sun, still a little too cold to swim outside, despite our best efforts.)
The trip was short a sweet--some time at the pool, at the park, at Fiesta Fun. Before we knew it, it was time to come back home.
Can't wait for spring to show up around here.