Thursday, September 20, 2012

Don't worry. There was hot chocolate.

Last Friday, we went camping near the South Fork river with our ward.
 With two playgrounds, a slow moving river, fields to play on and a healthy supply of friends, the camp proved itself to be family friendly. 
 
 
 
 
With the turn out better than expected, there was plenty of socializing to go around the dinner tables. One super fun Mom brought glow in the dark Moon Sand. I had never heard of it. Having taken her word for it that it was washable and non toxic,

"It's CRAYOLA, Ali."  Like, hello. How could I have doubted, right? ;)

... the kids had my blessing {read: who cares what Mom says, this stuff is awesome!} as they delved into the exciting mess of mystery product. They were glowing from head to toe in a matter of minutes. It was a definite highlight of their night.

For me, it was the time spent around the camp fire singing and laughing  that I liked most. Golly gee, I am old fashioned and lame, but those classic scenes of camp fire bliss make me feel warm inside and out.

As 9:00 p.m. rolled around, most of our {wise} friends left for home. For the small handful of us that stayed, bed time had arrived. Feeling tired myself, I volunteered to lay with Lottie as it was her first night out of a crib and/or pack and play ever. I repeat, 'ever.' I was optimistic that her night would go well as I watched her silently wave her green glow stick in the dark. Eliza and Henry were out in a matter of seconds. Lottie on the other hand, was to distracted by her fun toy. I positioned myself close so I could stare easily at her face.With quiet satisfaction, I watched as her lash laden eyelids aggressively fought her body's desire to sleep.

Sleeping children are beautiful. That, my friends, is an after thought. Truth be told, I was so distracted by the rapidly falling temperature that I forgot to bask in their peaceful glow. Instead, I checked and re-checked my kids to reassure myself that they were warm enough as well as ignored my bladder's plea to make another run to the bathroom.

Having no sleeping bag myself, I soon determined that my self made cocoon of blankets was failing me. I was frozen. I had every intention on filing a full complaint with the chief camper in charge, a.k.a my spouse, when he returned from socializing around the fire. However, before I could say, 'frozen burrito,' I was asleep. At midnight, he returned to the tent with an extra blanket. YES!!! Soon after he settled in, Lottie woke up.

She was distressed. We settled her as best we could but in a matter of minutes she was crying again. Apparently, she did not agree with Mom's idea to bundle her in similitude of Ralphie's younger brother Randy, from A Christmas Story. You remember the two brothers preparing to go outside? Randy was so bundled that he couldn't put his arms down? All he could do was cry and whine in frustration. That was Lottie.

She was warm... maybe too warm, confined and ticked off.

It didn't take long for us to decide that we didn't want to subject the rest of the campers to her tearful wails. Andrew offered to spare me the late drive back home. I accepted (Thank you!). And while I believed to have been given the better end of the deal, the cold was a beast. It was a long night.

Right, Henry?
Not everyone woke up grumpy. But then again, Eliza has always been my morning bird. The kids were out and about in a matter of minutes. As I tried my best to locate a pair of socks, Henry rushed back to the opening of tent.

"Mom! They are making French toast and hot coffee over there!" 

He was referencing the amazing group of men who assembled that morning to fix breakfast for the fair few who had stayed the night. Their service, humor and kindness was wonderful. I felt spoiled as I helped myself to a cup of hot chocolate. Henry just about had it right! :)

Don't worry. I'm asking myself the same question. WHY SO MUCH COMMENTARY?! It really isn't necessary. I still like writing.

By the way, a few posts back, I used the word, 'anecdote' when I had intended to write the word, 'antidote.' When I read over posts later and catch obvious and minor errors alike, I feel stupid. Just so you know, Mom. I'm sometimes aware.

After breakfast we returned to the fire where the kids ate smores. Naturally.

 
 It wasn't long until we were reunited with the rest of our family.
 
And that concludes the first half of our camping tale. Ha ha ha. I'll keep the rest quick, yes? Deal. Henry, Lottie and I headed back home for a soccer game while Andrew and Eliza packed up and went on a hike to watch the salmon run.

The hike wasn't as kid friendly as Eliza would have hoped, but I am proud of her after hearing Andrew's report of her (mostly) positive attitude. She told me it was worth it.

 That's right kids. You can't teach redneck. I sure love that girl.

1 comment:

rachel garber said...

Hey! I was thinking about you guys tonight and apologize I didn't jump on it sooner . . . but I'm sure you already know all about Moon Festival since Eliza is doing the Chinese classes BUT in case they forgot to mention it and you want to be all immersed in culture . . .(long, rambling sentence. Sorry) Every year the Chinese celebrate during the large harvest moon (which happened to be tonight, Sunday the 30th but you could always jump on in tomorrow night for FHE). All you do is have everybody write a wish on a piece of paper for the year and put them all in a can (like a vegetable can) and take it outside, look at the moon and burn your wishes, letting the smoke sail up toward the moon gods. Then you would traditionally go inside and eat moon cakes (but they aren't super great), so Garbs and I had oreos instead. It just has to be something round like the moon.

Anyway, it's fun; my family has been doing it for years now and Garbs had his first go around with it tonight.