The second day of spring break we joined a neighborhood expedition to the gypsum mines (gypsum is a clear sparkly rock). Early settlers of St. George collected it, crushed it and put it on the exterior of the St. George temple. I had never heard of these mines and I love to explore so I was IN!. However, my children had had cousins over on Sunday night for a sleep over and been at the sand dunes all day on Monday….. so they were excited, but it didn’t go quite how I envisioned it. To start with I only brought 1 hammer. I have three kids. I brought three screw drivers… but the hammer was the sought after tool. Josh had it most of the time but Max kept crying for it. When Max finally got a turn….he wanted me to hammer for him… he’s not quite coordinated enough, or motivated lets be honest, to do that yet. Why do it yourself when you have a mom and older siblings? In case you are wondering he did not want to hammer the rocks, nope just the screw driver to see if he could make it stick deep in the dirt. So that was the first problem. Too few hammers. Luckily some neighbors graciously shared.
Second problem. Tired kids. Max wanted me to be right by him all the time. None of this, “run free and explore” crap for him. So I am caught between wanting to get some adult chatting time in ( which doesn’t happen that often) and being pulled by guilt to spend time with my children. I split the difference leaving no one satisfied. I spent some time helping Anna make “fairy dust” by crushing the rocks, I spent some time pounding the screw driver into the dirt with Max, and I spent some time chatting. In the end we all felt a little bit gypped.
Third problem sensitive kids. Some of the boys were goofing off up on the cliff and Josh ended up getting rocks rained down on his head. Which I am sure was very painful, but not necessarily the personal affront he thought it was.
In the end we were ready to go home and have some down time. I just thought I should record the real story behind all the happy smiling pictures:)
The caravan of vans ready to follow my neighbor on our adventure into the AZ strip…. no one would have been able to find it without her.
The gypsum was EVERYWHERE. We came home with buckets of it.
The bigger boys didn’t want the easy picking though…. nope they wanted to physically chip it out of the rock while their little brothers watch in awe….. and then the little brothers really really want to use those hammers.
Anna and her fellow fairy house, fairy dust maker.
On the way home we got a picture of one foot in Utah and one foot in Arizona and crossed something off of Josh’s bucket list. It’s a little trickier to stop and do that on the free way so he was pretty excited about it.
PS Our neighborhood is awesome and I love it.