Turner Falls with The Boys

The Waterfall of Oklahoma

It turns out I can take photos, but focusing is not my strong point.  I mean, yes, I intended to focus on the falls and not my kids...yes, I purposely blurred the children for effects.  Yep, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Turner Falls is a gorgeous place. Especially when there's not a lot of Oklahomans there.  Plenty of room to explore.

 

And explore they did.  I don't have that many photos because my Inner Mom was screaming that they were going to fall to their death.  Which of course they didn't.  

You'd think I'd be more reassured with the larger Y chromosome there.  I wasn't.  Look at how far he is from Andrew.  Sheesh.  Again, no one fell or even slipped.  But do understand...Paul can't even walk straight.  He trips over the flat floor.  

But apparently, he has incredible balance in rocky places.

This is me watching him through the zoom lens...not necessarily aiming for nice photos.  Hey Paul, that's enough!

"Look Mom!  Look at how high I climbed!"  

Those words should be grounds for punishment.  "Look Mom!  Look at what I can do!"  I'm fairly certain had she NOT been watching smaller children, my mother-in-law would have heard those words right as her son, the father of my children, flew off a retaining wall on his bike.  I listen to Kevin and Jason's stories in horror because isn't the rule of thumb that the children are worse than the parent?  I also had a good laugh when my MIL was listening to these stories and she was shaking her head and saying how glad she was that she never did know these things when they were kids, saying "I really thought I had my eye on you."  

Time for a commercial break to let you, the viewers, know that Andrew's shoe is now my size.

Anyway.

A good 45 minutes was spent teaching his spawn how to properly find and skip rocks.  According to Kevin, he skipped rocks with his dad EVERY Saturday at 3pm.  I may or may not have lowered the camera at that point and asked if he was sure it wasn't 3:05?  And why 3pm?  Because that's when his dad got off on Saturdays.  

As an adult, I'm fairly sure my FIL didn't do this every single Saturday of Kevin's life, but that makes for a good memory!

When I do get focus right, dang gurrrrllll.

Apparently, it's all in the rock.  And wrist.  And shoulder.  

And then there's Paul..."hey Mom, look at me!"

Andrew CAN focus.  Nicely done kid. And "Hey Kevin, it's Niagara Falls again!"

As if having such a pretty waterfall in Oklahoma isn't a tad weird enough...there's the story of the dude who decided to build and live in an old English-style castle.  You know, in Oklahoma.  And by "castle" I mean, several rock buildings up in the "mountains" (I do have put that in quotes because I married someone from the Rockies...you know, the real mountains).

Paul in the window.  See those steps on the left?  Yeah, so NOT happening.

The highlight of Spring Break 2013.  There are no photos of the Chickasaw Cultural Center, before this and the Action Figure Museum, after this.  Because I'm lazy.