A Weekend of Memories (without photos)

Hello there all! We are home, safe and sound and with a little sunburn :) We had a great weekend up north camping, just about an hour and a half from home. The campground itself wasn't our favorite, but the weekend went way too fast! So many funny things happened (as I'm sure you know by now they always do!) and I'll attempt to recall them for ya...

Lemme start by saying I forgot my freaking camera at home! Beak! I didn't realize it until a cute photo op with Erk and Molly by the picnic table and shoot, it was home in the picnic bag I had taken to Jack's preschool picnic. Ohh well, those photo ops will just be in my head I guess :) We left soon after Jack's picnic was done. Although I packed for a pretty chilly weekend, it ended up just beautiful. Jack ran out of short sleeved shirts cause I didn't pack enough of those! What a nice problem to have.

We got up there Thursday late afternoon. Ate some burgers at the campsite and waited for our friends to get there. As I was doing dishes in the trailer, Erk's phone rang and Erk answered it there and I hear on the other end, "I'm not in a good spot..." it was Jay. And nope, he wasn't in a good spot. On the side of the expressway with a broken down VW Bus that they have poured so much time and energy into over the past 2 years to camp in. We clicked into wondering what the beak we could do for them almost an hour away. As the evening unfolded, Shawna and the "boys" came on up while Jay worked it out to get the Bus towed and back home, then unpacked the hours worth of packing it took to get the Bus ready. When Shawna got there, we set up the tent and did all we could before dark fell upon us. We all figured sleeping in the trailer until Jay got up there was the best bet, and then it turned out Jay wasn't coming up that night but would be there early in the morning. We were all so thankful he stayed home, it was getting to be a LATE night already, he would have rolled in in the wee hours of the night. Anywho, we did the couch pullout which I HOPE was comfy enough for Shawna and the boys (she says it was, but she's TOO kind) and despite a comical night of Jack and Ivan peeing their beds (Ivan's soaking Shawna's jammies too) and Molly fussing in the middle of the night cause her covers had slipped off - it was memories in the making. Despite all of the kids being up by 7am and a bowl of Lucky Charms full of milk getting knocked over, the day only got better once Jay arrived around 8a.

Working my way over to the campground showers, (for all who love to camp or even just have been camping before, you can appreciate):

complete with dead mosquitos and other bugs smooshed on the walls

sand and hair on the floors in piles

the smell of toothpaste and the great outdoors combined in that small tile "cell"

the "cold" water on the dial actually being the "hot" if you messed with it enough to figure it out

trying to find a dry spot on the floor after the shower so the bottom of you pant legs won't get wet

all mixed with smelling bacon off in the distance at someone else's campsite...

The weekend was much like all of those comical and fun things to be found in the shower cell. We had a blast and laughed our heads off - especially after the kiddos were all in their beds and us 4 adults could sit around the campfire and tell jokes, stories, talk about our upcoming digital scrapbooking printing website, and much more. We never did find a laundry mat for those whizzed on sets of sheets, NOR a pizza place Saturday night at 10:30p when we were all in the mood for some greasy food (we opted for McD's instead, well I should say Erk and Jay did, Shawna and I waited for the pizza at the campfire and were pleasantly surprised at our cheeseburgers instead). Even with the night of Molly crying for 2 hours and finally falling asleep on me at 5:30a and Jack waking me up at 6:30a wanting breakfast (he hadn't heard Mol at all in the night despite her being 2 feet from him the whole time). Mix in the domestic let's say "issues" at the campsite behind us, it was quite a show. Ohh and how can I forget, while doing dishes one morning, breaking Shawna's yellow mug she got at 6th grade graduation :( Man I felt like crap!!

We sure did have fun though, despite the broken mug - fun that can't be beat. We wish we were still there - but it is great to be home...