Still blogging about Summer

Flashback to the end of June. Part of our summer was a little one night camping excursion.  We had a fantastic time together and hope to do it more next summer.  The kids behaved really well.  No one got burned.  No one got lost.  No Poison Ivy.  Our Eagle Scout came in quite handy and I got to sleep on an air mattress.  What more could we ask for?  This summer it was sort of a one time deal before my belly really started bulging.


The final thing we did after packing up our campsite the next morning was to let the kids try their hands at fishing. I spent most of the time holding the back of Coy's pants so he wouldn't go overboard off the dock. No one else thought this would be a problem if he fell in.   Someone could just jump in and get him.  Oh, yeah, sure. It would likely be me and I wasn't going to swim in that muck.

 We had poles, but the only bait we owned were cold hot dogs.  Before we packed up our campsite Addie decided she would take care of the bait situation and dug up a handful of worms.  What a kid.

 Just when I had enough of patrolling the Coy boy so he could stay dry I mentioned to Shyler maybe it was time to call it a day and head home.  We hadn't caught a fish, which the kids were just dying to do, but as in all fishing it is mostly slow going.  In that instant of my resignation Shyler reeled in a little Perch and said, "Hey, look what I've got. "  The kids were ecstatic and each had to touch the little fish and get a good look before Dr. Dad performed a small surgery to remove the hook in its mouth and throw it back in the pond.   Emery actually volunteered to throw it back.  My daughters are not squeamish around slimy things.

  Aren't those the cutest skinny bums ever?  We could see fish swimming down below, it just took awhile to get one on a hook.  I think they even saw a few turtles at the bottom of the pond, too.

 Here's the dad showing the boy to take his shoes off before he enters the tent.

 Addie only cleans when she wants to and it is typically outdoors.

 This guy loves the outdoors.  I think he has a strong future in the scouting program.

 Despite Coy's obvious unhappy expression, we had a grand feast out in the woods.  You can't go wrong with a weenie on a stick to be followed by char coaled marshmallows.  That's how I like them anyway. A little carcinogen does a body good.

I couldn't get this picture to flip right side up, but I think we can all get the point. Addie's other shoe started having problems with the sole and became half way detached during our camping adventure.  We kept trying to wrap first aide tape around it to hold it in place, but it was futile. She threw in the towel and decided to mix things up with a flip flop.  I think the funniest part was that I threw the bad shoe away once home and Addie was insistent on keeping the other. What do you do with one good shoe?  72-hour kits? 

 Shyler purchased some PVC pipe at Home Depot before we left so we could shoot marshmallow guns while camping.  I think we all loved this part the best. Coy even got the hang of blowing the little mallows through his gun when he wasn't devouring them.  We hid behind trees and formed alliances and gained up on the innocent.  I love the way Shyler makes me laugh. I don't love it when he does it to me while I'm pregnant thus resulting in some serious incontinence.   I had to keep crossing my legs during the war so as not to wet myself. He insisted on a picture. I thought he wanted something cool with my gun...no he wanted to document my crossed legs and discomfort. Meany.