Sometimes I set amazing goals for myself like:
I will post on my blog every day.
I will update Love on a Mission.
I will do the laundry and shower.
I will singlehandedly save the world and end hunger. And violence. And knitting with icky, acrylic yarn.
And other days I get stuck with acute neck and back pain or am recovering from photographing a birth or both.
I’ll let you guess which one today is.
No worries, I have now swallowed half a bottle of ibuprofen and will carry on to wildly entertain you with photos of our camping trip in Oregon.
You are so very welcome.
Spicy sweet little Charlotte’s feet in a puddle.
Camping in the rain…not really on anyone’s bucket list, is it? Our first night it poured. Just as Chuck and I got into our tent, I felt a few drops of water on my face. Never a good sign. Chuck, being the valiant gentleman, hopped out and got to work on the problem right away.
The problem lay in the tent fly touching the tent. Chuck grabbed some rope and clamps but couldn’t quite get it off of tent…Until he grabbed a fun-sized Snickers bar to gather the extra material. That did the trick!
We were literally saved by a Snickers bar! Too bad the aren’t sponsoring this post. Thanks, anyway, Snickers People.
At least there wasn’t burn ban on, so we were able to keep warm with coffee, campfires and friends.
Hezekiah and Tucker loved grabbing the used Via coffee packets and filling them with water for a morning “jolt”. Don’t worry, it was more the idea that jolted them than anything else. I imagine they got .00021 mg of caffeine. No need to call the police or suggest I start drinking decaf.
Besides, look at these poor boys…would you deny them a bit of coffee and joy?
I didn’t think so.
Ella didn’t mind the rain. Of course, she had a camper to sleep in and can’t walk…
I’m not sure if you were able to pick it up in the video, but Apollo learned to ride a bike with no training wheels! This is a huge milestone for him. While he hasn’t lagged behind any official milestones (other than eating and sleeping) he has lagged behind his siblings. At our church campout another child his age asked me why he couldn’t ride a bike….as dumb as it is, the comment hurt*. This kid has overcome so very much in his six years…riding a bike has been pretty low on the priority list.
But now, here he is. We bought him a balance bike a year or two ago and he mastered that. He spent three days riding around the campground with training wheels on this bike (it is new and he was leaning to pedal). Then Chuck took off the training wheel and Enoch took him out for a spin. He was able to ride independently within minutes!
Apollo’s milestones are always bittersweet for me. I am so proud of him and so thankful to have him alive and healthy…but as my last child, my pride is always tempered with bit of sadness too…
*The child’s question was fine, and he had no idea about Apollo’s health history. It was upsetting to me to see him lag.
More camping adventures to be continued…