If only life were as simple.
Last week Big Daddy, the dudes and myself packed up and headed off to Emma Lake for 4 great days. It was a good time, we had a wide range of weather from stiffelling hot to cold miserable and rainy. But we had fun and spent some time together, that was the great part.
For our first camping trip as a family of four, things went pretty well. For the most part the boys were superbly well behaved and travelled great. Sleeping wasn't as much of an issue as it could have been which was nice. Joseph slept right where he said he was going to and never woke up afraid. Trent, well... we weren't sure how this was going to go. The first night I cracked open a glow stick and laid with him for awhile and then Big Daddy (much more patience than myself) laid with him for over an hour. Finally Big Daddy gave up and left Trent in the trailer to explore. I came over and said "kids asleep?" and the response I got was "Well, the little bastard isn't yet." Big Daddy enlightened me on how he sat at the picnic table and watched as Trent with the glow stick in hand explored the camper. Big Daddy finally clued in to the fact that there was no noise to be heard and no glow stick to be seen. Big Daddy opened the squeeky 1972 camper door to check on toddler status. I think he had high hopes for a slumbered child. But as Big Daddy was soon reminded that no noise generally isn't good noise. Trent had found a 300 box of kleenex... and I think he had pulled out each sheet and torn it at least 5 times. All 17 feet of the camper were covered with a white fluffly coating of 2 ply tissues. So poor Big Daddy grabs a pail and the glow stick all the while trying not to wake Joseph and scoops up as much of the kleenex as possible. I wonder how 300 tissues ever fit into that little box when they filled a 20 gallon pail??? One of life's mysteries.
But all in all we had fun and got to spend some time on the golf course, at the beach and lounging in the sun. Hunkered under a spiderman umbrella wasn't the highlight so we won't go there. But the $8 rain suits I bought for the kids were the best purchase I could have made.
I think the kids had fun too since we loaded up all of our soggy stuff and climbed into the truck waving goodbye to all the friends who were staying another night and Joseph says "Mommy, our house is boring I don't want to go home. Let's sell our house and move to the lake." If life were only as simple as children think it to be. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was thinking "when your 65 son, when your 65." But I was happy to hear he had a good time. Since before we left he whispered to me how afraid he was to go to the lake. I questioned him as to why and the response was "there is no tv there". I don't think he missed tv.... even when it was raining.
We can't wait to go again next year, even if there is no tv.
Fun on the beach
Big Daddy
Go Fish!
The rain gear
I'll show you mine... if you show me yours.
For our first camping trip as a family of four, things went pretty well. For the most part the boys were superbly well behaved and travelled great. Sleeping wasn't as much of an issue as it could have been which was nice. Joseph slept right where he said he was going to and never woke up afraid. Trent, well... we weren't sure how this was going to go. The first night I cracked open a glow stick and laid with him for awhile and then Big Daddy (much more patience than myself) laid with him for over an hour. Finally Big Daddy gave up and left Trent in the trailer to explore. I came over and said "kids asleep?" and the response I got was "Well, the little bastard isn't yet." Big Daddy enlightened me on how he sat at the picnic table and watched as Trent with the glow stick in hand explored the camper. Big Daddy finally clued in to the fact that there was no noise to be heard and no glow stick to be seen. Big Daddy opened the squeeky 1972 camper door to check on toddler status. I think he had high hopes for a slumbered child. But as Big Daddy was soon reminded that no noise generally isn't good noise. Trent had found a 300 box of kleenex... and I think he had pulled out each sheet and torn it at least 5 times. All 17 feet of the camper were covered with a white fluffly coating of 2 ply tissues. So poor Big Daddy grabs a pail and the glow stick all the while trying not to wake Joseph and scoops up as much of the kleenex as possible. I wonder how 300 tissues ever fit into that little box when they filled a 20 gallon pail??? One of life's mysteries.
But all in all we had fun and got to spend some time on the golf course, at the beach and lounging in the sun. Hunkered under a spiderman umbrella wasn't the highlight so we won't go there. But the $8 rain suits I bought for the kids were the best purchase I could have made.
I think the kids had fun too since we loaded up all of our soggy stuff and climbed into the truck waving goodbye to all the friends who were staying another night and Joseph says "Mommy, our house is boring I don't want to go home. Let's sell our house and move to the lake." If life were only as simple as children think it to be. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was thinking "when your 65 son, when your 65." But I was happy to hear he had a good time. Since before we left he whispered to me how afraid he was to go to the lake. I questioned him as to why and the response was "there is no tv there". I don't think he missed tv.... even when it was raining.
We can't wait to go again next year, even if there is no tv.
Fun on the beach
Big Daddy
Go Fish!
The rain gear
I'll show you mine... if you show me yours.
posted by Jessica @ 4:03 PM
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