Have you ever used a (sort of) clean fork as a bookmark? In a book about writing notebooks?
-asking for a friend
Today, while picking up and cleaning off the various surfaces in the house before dinner, my little middle says, "What in the world is this?!?" He holds up a plastic zippered baggie containing the blonde locks from the baby's first haircut. That big event had happened last night.
"Mom, why???" The little middle is aghast at the idea of this keepsake. I take the baggie from him and put it with the little pile that goes to the basement.
I explain that I have a lock of each boy's hair from the first cut. They are in the boys' baby books. "I have your little blonde curls too," I smile at him.
"What?!? That's so weird, Mom...And kind of creepy," grimacing, he's having none of it.
My seven year old is convinced that I'm a lunatic for keeping their first curls. I am operating on the idea that moms keep these moments in pictures and DNA in envelopes. Am I that weird?
It's a rainy day at the campsite. The boys are restless inside, the birds flutter about outside. Everyone trying to wait out the weather, and get on with the plan of the day.
We try to keep our living areas cleaned up and all the food in its proper places, as the raindrops plop and drip on the rooftop. Little House reruns are coming across the antenna, and we enjoy some "old fashioned" TV to pass the time.
The baby naps, on and off, not keeping to his regular schedule. Luckily, he is a happy baby and keeps in good spirits, even when we pack him around on these adventures.
Out the window, neighbor campers pack up quickly as the downpour turns to sprinkles. They know it's a now or never (well, later) if you need to check out today.
Todd and one of the middle boys must be keeping at it in this light rain. They love trout fishing and want to take advantage of every opportunity because we don't get down often. There will be stories to tell when they get back even if there are no fish. The boys love their adventure stories.
The boys stuck inside with me start to invent imaginary contraptions that would allow them to scooter and skateboard in the rain. A plain umbrella remade to "actually be useful". It's its own form of entertainment.
It's spring break and it's raining, and I couldn't be happier to be "stuck" with my boys and Todd in this story.
Our first camping trip is underway.
We're ending the day happy with it's events and excitement. The middle boys fished with their daddy to their hearts' content. The oldest boy finished the new Rick Riordan book, with positive reviews and enthusiasm for the next one. The baby was all over, and he experienced his first scraped knee with little reaction on his part. I chased after the baby and cooked some food.
We had a fire to end our night, but no goodies for s'mores. :( I did bring kettle corn, so we happily settled.
I am committed to posting each day, but the quality of the posts may be questionable for the next couple of days.
We are currently on the road heading to south Missouri to go camping (my sister says "glamping"). There are fish to catch and walks to take and hot dogs to roast. Knowing that these are memories the boys will carry with them for the rest of their lives warms my heart.
Here's to hoping the WiFi is working at the campground! See you all tomorrow.