Follow us on Instagram!🌟Shiloh Jasper Sedivec 🌟He finally has a name! Sweet Shiloh is 1 month old, 9 lbs 7oz and faring well in a busy and noisy home. Life with three is tender, exhausting, perfect, hilarious and overwhelming. I don’t have enough brain power or arms to meet everyone’s needs, it’s full on, I need a shower and a HOT cup of coffee but I am in love with this beautiful headache we’ve created. Caring for these peanuts is my greatest privilege and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you for joining this crazy crew of ours Shiloh. We love you. (Cedar wasn’t interested in being in a picture today so it looks like we have two but I swear there are 3 😂)I wouldn’t leave the party until he asked me out and that was the best decision I ever made. Happy Anniversary my love. Sorry for being a creeper I just knew you were the one. 🤷♀️ thanks for the party @lkgoldman @dan_way8 @loleujensen @rd_way_ 📷 @mikeadrian 🙏🏼On Friday March 22nd our third baby was born fast and beautifully at home. This was our second planned home birth and the experience was everything I wanted. The gentle care of our midwives and dedicated friends who hopped out of bed at 3am to support me, the love and presence of Peter and our two older children make my heart feel like it’s going to burst. 🌟 Our baby is a boy and he’s perfect. He arrived at 7lbs 14oz and we are still finalizing a name. Until we do, the kids are calling him Seaweed. They think that fits our family name theme. 😂 🌟 THANK YOU to our new community in Bend who went above and beyond to make us feel supported as we approached this transition. A meal train was set up, food was dropped off, rides home were given, play dates offered, texts and social media messages were sent... A friend even dropped off a Ayurvedic postpartum recovery meal she prepped for us to put in the croc pot when labor started so it was ready to nourish me when baby was born. Congee for the win! 🌟 I’ll never know how we got so lucky (in less than 2 years) to find so many new wonderful people in our lives. And to my soul sisters and mama in SoCal, friends in other parts of the country and world, I felt ALL THE LOVE! Apparently so did the baby because his placenta came out in the shape of a heart ❤️😳 🌟 For those friends who texted and worried that their check-ins were a bother I want to say- never ever EVER is receiving love a bother to me. I cherished the knowledge that you were holding our family in your hearts and minds. 🌟 I do not take one bit of this for granted. All my love right back atcha you wonderful people! You sure know how to make a mama feel supported and for that I am grateful. @kimieabreak 🙏🏼 @mountainlightashtanga 🙏🏼@bendbirthcenter 🙏🏼@candiceannw 🙏🏼 @lkgoldman 🙏🏼 @baudinolori 🙏🏼 @92675forme 🙏🏼My lovely and talented friend Cate took a quick photo sesh with me and my babes (and my mama) in one of my favorite parks in Bend. Peter was enjoying the best ski day of his life so I’m not sorry he isn’t in these 😉 We love him so much that he is always there (even when he’s not). Thanks for loving these beautiful babes with me my love. All 3 of them!When you can’t get to the mountain, there is always the second story roof. ⛷Poles and Attitude! The season’s hottest new accessories. Watch- I’m gonna come back from skiing maternity leave and this kid is going to beat me down the mountain 🤦♀️ ...Maaaaaybe I’ll just say my pants are too tight and tight pants slow me down. 👍🏼
Category Archives: Roadtrips
Drive 630 lonely miles (or not-so-lonely if you bring a 3 year old) south of the Mexico/San Diego border and you arrive, bug-eyed and a little seat sore in a desert paradise. Around hour 11, as you approach the Sea of Cortez, the road ascends the coastal mountains. Awaiting you at the top is a breathtaking view and a well-deserved break from the preceding hours of desert landscape.
When I tell people that we drove 12 hours in one day with our just-turned-3 year old, they look at me like I am crazy. Will you believe me if I tell you that it really wasn’t a big deal? And that we did it without using movies or an iPad? Don’t let a long drive deter you from exploring the world with your child and trust me, an iPad doesn’t have to be your lifeline. We had so much fun talking to each other, telling stories, singing songs, creating window art with removable stickers, reading books… she spent time gazing, daydreaming out the window. As a child, those were the times my imagination went wild. I still remember, to this day, the stories I created in my mind with the passing landscape.
The hike to Angel’s landing is another ass kicker. The hike is straight up and carved into the side of sheer rock, the trail is an aggressive approach to a flat and gorgeous look out above.
That peak above Peter’s head is Angel’s Landing, where we are headed.
Zion From Bryce we drove down the gorgeous highway 89 and into the northern entrance of Zion. Having never visited Zion national park before I really had no idea what to expect.
On the long deserted stretch toward Bryce we were surprised when three Pronghorns bolted across the road in front of us. Peter swerved left, the confused Pronghorn ran right and slammed into the side of our car. I screamed the foulest of foul words and it’s nothing short of a miracle that Sage has not started running around dropping F bombs whenever she sees a animal. Somehow the word didn’t stick and fortunately we slowed down enough that both the Pronghorn and the car were ok. Well I think the Pronghorn is ok. It sauntered of into the wilderness and was only a short distance behind its friends. At the time we had no idea what the animal was and were both in shock. We found the closest pullout and drove in to catch our breath. The shock turned into tears of laughter (me) when this sign was staring at us from the side of the road.
Upon seeing the signs for Kolob Canyon we made a last minute decision to get off the highway and check it out. Sage was sleeping so we stayed in the car but from the car we saw many hiking opportunities and were interested in the overnight backcountry possibilities leaving this side of the park.
When our friend Greg announced he was going to run one hundred miles for the Zion 100, I jumped at the chance to make supporting him, a vacation for us. We explored many different options for the trip, bike touring was on the table for a while, taking the camper trailer, backpacking… when finally what seemed like the best way to do it all was to leave the camper trailer at home, make reservations for hotels and campgrounds, pack up the car, load the mountain bikes, and hit the road.
The fun part of meeting friends in Joshua Tree is no cell reception. We rely on the old fashioned method of leaving notes on the back of campsite information boards. Just after midnight on Friday, we found our note, drove to our campsite, and discovered that someone else had parked their car and pitched their tent where ours was supposed to be.
This summer’s Lake Lopez kick off
Sage’s 2 month birthday was made even more special because it marked the beginning of Peter’s 6 week hiatus from work.