This week we recovered from camping, re-packed for camping, signed papers to accept an offer on our Kent house and played in the sun!
We also want to wish our Aunt Di a very very Happy Birthday!
And a photo by Henry:
We headed out for our first camping trip of the summer- we had great weather and the boys had a great time. We missed a beautiful sunset, got to play at the beach, poked sticks at each other, got sap stuck to almost everything, read books, learned about digging for clams, counted footsteps to the water during low and high tide, went for a small hike, got attacked by flies and almost broke the tent multiple times. I am not going to lie, the parental units were exhausted- getting Rory asleep in the tent was no small feat and trying to keep them from not getting hurt or eating dirt was a constant job. But at the end of the weekend we had a seven year old who got to practice using a utility knife for the first time (after much persistence on his part), our Benny was in his element at the beach, Rory was just as goofy as ever- boys who were happy, exhausted and covered in dirt. We also go to pick berries, eat at one of Dada’s favorite breweries and take in the scenery of Chuckanut Drive. Chris and I were able to spot other places we would like to take our tribe of yahoos and discuss how, hopefully, someday, we could be pulling a trailer behind our van. All in all, an exhausting trip, but we must enjoy it as we are packing up tonight and heading out again tomorrow for our annual “Keep Flanders as Far Away From Fireworks as Possible” trip. We are armed with new anxiety medication and plan of attack- wish us luck.
We are pretty fortunate to be surrounded by a whole bunch of pretty swells dads. Yes, we are lucky in that regard. These boys of mine, they really hit the jackpot when it comes to fathers. On this day he got to sleep in a bit, didn’t have to leave the homestead (his most favorite place) and got to do whatever his heart desired. And because of the guy he is, this meant cleaning cars, moving boxes and reattaching carpeting. Yup, he even reminded me during the day that this truly is what he wanted to be doing today. I already knew it, he loves this place and his family. He loves being productive and being busy. We love him more then he knows, and our boys are so happy hanging out with him. I don’t think I could eloquently put into words what he means to us, but I for one am grateful everyday that we get to take this journey together. I couldn’t have imagined what a father he would become or what joy I would have everyday at the life we have created together. Happy Father’s Day Chris! And to all our dad’s we get to hang out with- a very Happy Father’s Day to you too!