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The end of the road

The last night of our desert roadtrip was New Year's Eve. Date night at its finest. Mr bejos and I welcomed 2012 in style with takeout sushi and Trader Joe champagne. Truth be told it was a great end to a pretty successful roadtrip.

Our old haunts

No trip to the old stomping grounds is complete without visiting at least a few of our old favorite places. Mr. bejos was disappointed that we missed his taqueria, but we did fit in some time for Mexican beer and food in the warm sunshine of the afternoons.  

Rules of the Desert

The first rule of the desert is "don't touch anything!"
Way too many pokey and venemous things out there.
Apparently this mountain dwelling bejos clan has been away from the desert too long.

While mr. bejos and I were setting up the new tent for our previous blogged about winter camping adventure, we set baby bejos up with a bag full of toys to keep him occupied.

 

We had an eye and ear on him, listing to his "choo-choos" and "beep, beeps" and occasional "uh ohs" and "oh nos". He was quite entertained by a rather large stump and then a big clod of dirt. Suddenly we realized there were a few too many "oh nos" and a strange obsession with one particular clod of earth. 

Upon closer inspection it turned out that the large clod of earth baby bejos was playing with was in fact a burrow. A burrow that baby bejos had driven his little toy car right into. Uh oh! We could not reach the little car let alone see it. My baby boy had been reaching far into this, thankfully, abandoned burrow. Eek!

Later that evening, while baby bejos slept, mr bejos bravely recovered the car by caving in the burrow with a stick and digging out the cheap toy. Love, true love.

Winter Camping

 

Weathermen were not our friends on this leg of our rambling roadtrip. The projected weather was for very warm days and pretty warm nights...high 40s, even into the 50s.  Fine, we thought. Load up the new tent (thanks mama & papa bejos!) and we'll re-live our younger days of AZ winter desert camping.
Not so much. It was a damn cold night on the banks of the Salt River. As bundled as we were, especially baby bejos, we could feel the cold. It didn't help that baby bejos was restless and prompted us grown-ups to rise from our warm sleeping bags to check on him. It was our only camping night of the trip.
Maybe another year.
*sigh*

Things with Wheels

Although mr bejos and I have been gender conscious, meaning we are conscious of not pushing "boy only" toys and activities, this little boy is all boy. Sticks are things to hit with, balls can occupy him for hours, and anything with wheels rules. Choo-choo trains are a particular obsession these days.

On this rambling roadtrip we took into the warm deserts of AZ we stopped into the McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park. After a couple of hours in the car, the park was a welcomed stop for baby bejos. A train ride around the park, room to run, warm sunshine, and model railroads.

Hello 2012

Another long break for kicken bejos. I had two whole weeks off and blogging just did not make it to the top of my to do list after Christmas. So, here's the recap.

While baby bejos loved opening gifts, and occasionally playing with something new, it took us four days to get through the booty. Mostly delayed by hunger and/or sleep there was a fair amount of "surfing" to be done on those empty boxes, and a number of balloons to ride. 

Post x-mas we hightailed it down south for some unseasonably high temps that made this sun lover a happy girl. Sandals in December....heaven.

There will be more to come on our roadtrip adventure in the coming days.