My sister Allison summed up my philosophy about doing things with kids. We were talking about making friends and the challenges of finding like-minded people. She said, "I want a friend who I can call and say, 'hey let's go out to [this fun place I heard about], it's an hour away and there's a chance the kids might cry the whole time, but I bet it will be more fun than not!'" Lucky for me, when I propose these sorts of adventures to my husband, he usually agrees to go. Last weekend, it was hiking in the Santa Rita mountains, which are just south of us.
We made Lillian walk the whole way. She started losing it when we got to our turn-around point, but I told her over and over again that she was a big girl and big girls walk on their big-girl legs and when we get back to the car, she's going to feel such a sense of pride in her accomplishment. When we finally got back to the car, she started yelling "Hurray! I'm such a big girl!"
The only other exciting thing about this hike was that it was Lillian's first introduction to peeing outside. She was much too distracted by the novelty of being half naked outside to accomplish anything. But, for attempt #2, Tyler decided to have her stand on a rock that was pretty much on the edge of a cliff and then he would lean her over the edge so she wouldn't pee on herself. I'm just going to leave it at that on the chance that he may read this.