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A Day In The Life – January 13, 2016

Posted by Carolyn on January 14, 2016 Leave a Comment

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6:52 – I want to remember how every single day Harriet wakes up and asks Jesse for milk in her Dora cup.  I want to remember how she says Doa Bup.  I want to remember how she can point to Dora and Boots, but that she’s never actually seen the show (as far as I know).

9:13 – I want to remember how this morning got away from me and suddenly I was at work and I hadn’t taken any photos of getting ready, dropping the kids off at dad’s house, getting to school, preparing the lessons, drinking my coffee.  I also want to remember these fun kids.  7th graders are so entirely funny.

10:38 – I want to remember how, even as a sub, I get to teach some of my favorite lessons.  The teacher for whom I was subbing didn’t have time to really prepare a lesson, but we texted about what was going on.  I was happy that she was talking about heroes, and I jumped at the chance to do one of my favorite activities about the Hero Cycle.  It’s not a particularly difficult activity, but it really helps the students understand the Hero Cycle.

11:35 – I want to remember this school.  It’s where I did my student teaching, and a big chunk of my subbing.  It has changed a lot, but it has a lot of heart.  The kids are charming and funny and bright.  The staff is full of some of my very favorite people.  It’s also a fancy new building with lots of great things, the least of which is the instant hot water in the staff rooms.  But that hot water tap was pretty great during my two day job there.

12:35 – I want to remember these days of papers to grade, lessons to teach, ideas to share.

2:32 – I want to remember the energy of kids at the end of the day.  They know that freedom is soon theirs, and it’s electric.  It’s like a surge, then they leave and it’s silence.

2:38 – I want to remember raindrops and windows and school buses.

4:18 – I want to remember how Alma is requesting certain songs when we’re in the car.  It used to be the ‘paper song,’ also known as ‘the monkey on your back,’ officially known as “Anyone Else But You” by the Moldy Peaches.  Lately it’s been “The Dreaming Tree” by Dave Matthews, which I obviously love.  She asks lots of interesting questions about the song.  She asks about death and about trees.  She will see a tree out her window and ask if it’s the Dreaming Tree.

4:56 – I want to remember how Alma had a fever for 4 days and didn’t have much appetite.  Seeing her eat a bowl of yogurt while watching Octonauts made me very happy.

5:47 – I want to remember cooking with Jesse.  We make a good team, and it gives us a chance to talk and catch up after our days.  I love that man, and love that we get to do this life together.

6:18 – I want to remember how this girl won’t stop dancing and singing ever, even with a 4 days fever.  Tonight we had a dance party to “Everything is Awesome” because we had a family movie night and watched The Lego Movie and it’s stuck in all our heads.  But it’s true – everything is awesome.

6:33 – I want to remember how much these girls love the bath.  I want to remember Harriet’s curls, especially when they’re wet.

8:49 – I want to remember these tea dates with Katrina.  It does my heart and soul so much good to get out of the house and spend time with her.  Talking about jobs and kids and our lives is so easy and great with Katrina.  We were joined by another sweet friend, Christy, when she happened to come to the teahouse to stock up.  It felt good to talk and laugh and connect with these two wonderful mamas.

Other Days In The Life:
May 12, 2015
September 9, 2015
November 11, 2015

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Posted in: a little moment, created., day in the life, gave thanks., gratitude, learned., parented., story telling, writing | Tagged: a day in the life, day in the life, january, subbing, teaching

When to Apologize?

Posted by Carolyn on January 13, 2016 4 Comments

Apologize: to offer an apology or excuse for some fault, insult, failure, or injury

Lately Alma has been doing something that concerns me.  She will say something silly, or do something goofy, and immediately say, “Sorry ’bout dat,” with a shrug and a self-depreciating eye roll.  For example, she will pronounce a word wrong, or mix up her words, or stumble a little bit.  Something about which she absolutely doesn’t need to feel sorry.

It reminds me of those studies that show that women, in group meetings or classes, will say, “I’m sorry…” then ask their question or make their comment.  I’m pretty sure I read about this in Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.

It’s a hedge, something we say to fill space or make excuses.  How many times have you said your opinion and finished up with, “…but that’s just what I think,” in order to avoid a confrontation.  That’s a hedge.  So is saying you’re sorry, oftentimes.

And this phenomenon is certainly more common with women than with men.  I have been around groups of women who constantly apologize to each other, for every little thing.  Even if it’s the other person’s fault.  Even if it’s nobody’s fault.  How many times have you asked someone who was blocking your way to move by first saying sorry?  Why do we apologize to someone who is standing in the doorway, or blocking the thing we need, when it’s obvious that they’re in the wrong?

The act of saying you’re sorry when you’ve done nothing wrong makes us look weak.  It is admitting that we have no power in our situation.  It is admitting that we feel that what we have to say, or do, is less important than others.

I don’t want my daughters to believe this about themselves.  I want them to own their opinions, their actions, and their questions.  They are strong, and their voices are important.  I want them to know that they can ask their question, or make a correction, or add an opinion without being perceived as aggressive.  Moreover, I want them to know that it’s okay to be aggressive.  If they make a mistake, they can own it without apologizing, especially if it doesn’t affect anyone else, like when Alma mispronounces a word.

Raising daughters, this goes even further.  I don’t want my girls to ever apologize for not wanting to hug or kiss someone. I’ve written before about how I never make them hug or kiss anyone if they don’t want to. I want them to be strong and feel like they don’t ever have to apologize for this.  When they’re teenagers and young adults, I want them to be confident that they can turn down sexual advances without an apology.  They don’t have to do anything they don’t want to do, and they don’t have to apologize for it.

This all isn’t to say that I never want my kids to apologize.  I certainly want them to say they’re sorry when they’ve hurt someone.  I’ve started saying, “Only apologize when you’ve done something wrong” whenever Alma does this.  I want to break the habit.  There is a line in Sarah Kay’s poem “Point B” that says “always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.”  And that’s really it, isn’t it?  I just want my girls to shine and not have to apologize about it.

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Posted in: a little moment, learned., letters for my daughters, parented., parenting tips and tricks, STRONG, writing | Tagged: alma, children, Daughters, family, harriet, I'm sorry, Life, Parenting, strong, writing

Dear Alma, Age 4

Posted by Carolyn on January 3, 2016 1 Comment
Photo by Outi Henry

Dear Alma,

January 3rd is a very special day to me.  Not only is it the day you were born, but it is the day that I became a mother.  I don’t know why, but this past year, I’ve been thinking about that a lot.

Photo by Outi Henry

Yesterday, I asked you if you knew that I wasn’t a mommy before I had you.  You looked surprised and asked me, “What were you?”  I told you I was just Carolyn and that seemed to make sense.

Whenever I talk about things I did before you were born, you always say, “And I was in your tummy.”  I used to explain that no, not yet.  Now I don’t correct you.  Maybe it’s because you’ve been here so long that it’s almost hard to image who Carolyn was before you made me into Mommy.  Maybe it’s because I’ve realized that in some way, you have always been with me.

Photo by Outi Henry

There’s a song that I’m listening to on repeat right now.  It’s from a new musical by Sara Bareilles about a woman, who, in the end has a baby.  She looks into her baby’s eyes and instantly becomes a mother.

I know that everything changed when I had you, Alma. Everything.

I used to be able to read books about children without crying.  Now, I’m a mess reading to you.  I can’t read Rosie Revere without thinking about how you need to know how capable you are.  I can’t read On the Night You Were Born without thinking about how important you are.  Even books I used to love have changed.  When I read From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, I see the story from the parents’ perspective, and it makes the book much less enjoyable.

Anyway, Alma, this is all to say that 4 year ago everything changed.  I changed.  The whole world changed.  This world used to be full of possibilities for my life, now it’s full of so much more.  It’s full of a whole lifetime of possibilities for you.

Photo by Outi Henry

This past year you have really become a person to me.  You have grown up so much.  You can express yourself perfectly.  You have such a funny sense of humor.  You are confident and strong.  [Today you went up in front of our whole church, by yourself, and said “I’m Alma.  Today’s my birthday.  I’m four.  I got a lot of presents.”]

I know that this letter is a little bit jumbled, but I have so much I want to say to you today, on your 4th birthday.  I love you.  I’m proud of you.  I thank God for you.  I am happy to guide you.  I am sorry for when I’m not the best mother I can be.  I need your help to get it all right.  I appreciate your spirit.  You are my girl.  You are special.  You are strong.  You are brave.  You are beautiful.

I couldn’t love you any more than I do, and I couldn’t be more proud,
Love,
Mommy

Today’s a day like any other
But I am changed
I am a mother
Oh in an instant
And who I was has disappeared
It doesn’t matter, now you’re here
So innocent
I was lost for you to find
And now I’m yours and you are mine
Two tiny hands, a pair of eyes
An unsung melody is mine for safekeeping
And I will guard it with my life
I’d hang the moon for it to shine on her sleeping
Starting here and starting now
I can feel the heart of how
Everything changes
My heart’s at the wheel now
And all my mistakes
They make sense when I turn them around
Everything changes
What I thought was so permanent fades
And I swear I’ll remember to say we were both born today
Oh, and it’s true
What did I do to deserve you
I didn’t know, but now I see
Sometimes what is, is meant to be
You saved me
My blurry lines, my messy life
Come into focus in a tied, maybe
I can heal and I can breathe
‘Cause I can feel myself believe
That everything changes
My heart’s at the wheel now
And all my mistakes
They make sense when I turn them around
Everything changes
What I thought was so permanent fades
And I swear I’ll remember to say we were both born today
Oh, and it’s true
What did I do to deserve you
Thank God for you

-Sara Bareilles

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Posted in: gave thanks., letters for my daughters, parented., writing | Tagged: alma, birthday, children, Daughters, dear alma, sara bareilles

Santa 2015

Posted by Carolyn on December 4, 2015 Leave a Comment
Santa 2015

This is our fourth year visiting Santa at the Festival of Trees.  It’s great to see him every year.  This year we went with Rory and Poppy, and all four kids were (mostly) happy to go say hello.  They were a little nervous, but there were absolutely no tears.  I’m sure the candy canes helped.

Alma told Santa she wants a unicorn with a glowing horn (anyone have any ideas for this?).  Rory told Santa he wants a Poli.  Harriet and Poppy didn’t tell Santa what they want.

Merry Christmas!

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Posted in: a little moment, holidays, learned., parented., story telling | Tagged: children, Christmas, holidays, Santa, traditions, winter

Christmas Tree Hunt Pictorial

Posted by Carolyn on December 2, 2015 Leave a Comment
Christmas Tree Hunt Pictorial

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Posted in: created., decorating, gave thanks., holidays, parented. | Tagged: children, Christmas, christmas tree, holidays, Parenting, photography

Thanksgiving in the Mountains

Posted by Carolyn on December 1, 2015 2 Comments
Thanksgiving in the Mountains

First of all, please excuse how quiet andthenthey has been.  I had grand plans to write a few blogs while we were away for Thanksgiving, but I dropped my phone in the toilet right when we got to our house.  It spent the whole weekend in a big bowl of rice, and thankfully has made an almost full recovery.

Anyway, we had a wonderful weekend up at Sunriver for Thanksgiving with my Dad and Step-Mom and her brother and family.  We went up to the mountains on Wednesday, and drove on packed snow from before Willamette Pass all the way to Sunriver.  I’ve never seen that much snow, for so long.  Luckily, we got to do the drive during the day, so it was sunny and clear.

We got to the house in time to play in the snow a little bit before dark.  Alma loved it and would have stayed outside longer, despite her cold, wet fingers and legs.  The promise of the big bathtub was the only thing that could lure her inside.

andthenthey sunriver 01The next morning, Thanksgiving, we went to visit our great friends, the Gosses, in their new home in Bend.  It was another snowy, beautiful drive.  It was fun to finally get to see their house, and to get to see them!

The rest of Thanksgiving was spent playing in the snow, cooking dinner, and eating.  I made the turkey this year, and everyone added something to the table.  It was wonderful.

andthenthey sunriver 02 andthenthey sunriver 03 andthenthey sunriver 04On Friday we braved the below freezing temperatures and went to the High Desert Museum.  I love this place so much.  It holds so many memories of my childhood.  The otters (who weren’t on display), the indoor scenes of the West, the old settler’s cabin and sawmill.  It’s all there, all the same, and all incredible.  I loved sharing it with the girls.  Plus, it was amazingly beautiful in the snow.

Alma took this photo of me and Jesse.

andthenthey sunriver 05 andthenthey sunriver 06 andthenthey sunriver 07 andthenthey sunriver 08We went back to the house to watch the Civil War and learn how to knit. Harriet has such a sweet relationship with my dad.  He’s certainly one of her favorite people.  I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.

andthenthey sunriver 09 andthenthey sunriver 10Then, we tried to go to the tree lighting.  It was just too cold, and we left before Santa got there and the lights were turned on.  It was still fun, and Alma got to talk to Rudolph and Frosty.  Here’s my favorite exchange:

Alma:  Rudolph, I saw your friends being mean to you!
Rudolph: *nod*
Alma:  Do they let you play with them now?
Rudolph: *nod*

It was sweet to see her so concerned for Rudolph.  She has a sweet heart in her, that’s for sure.

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Posted in: ate., gave thanks., nature | Tagged: autumn, children, holidays, Oregon, Parenting, snow, sunriver, thanksgiving

A Day In The Life – November 11, 2015

Posted by Carolyn on November 12, 2015 Leave a Comment
A Day In The Life - November 11, 2015

8:47 – I want to remember our mornings when we have nowhere to be.  We eat breakfast in the sunroom, run to Starbucks (despite their horribly offensive red holiday cups this year… I kid), the girls watch Sofia the First or Daniel Tiger while I sew.  We are usually so busy that it’s nice to have a special treat of eating in front of the TV.IMG_031710:02 – I want to remember this time with Harriet.  I totally hate this age when she has so much to say, but she doesn’t have the words to say it.  This moment, she had something terrible to tell me about this ball, but I just couldn’t figure out what she was saying.  Then she spent my entire shower yelling at me to help her find her backpack (that ended up being on the floor in the hallway…).  She is whiny and screechy.  I’m not sure why I want to remember all of this, but I get the feeling it will be funny to look back at it all.  Right? IMG_0330 10:48 – I want to remember how difficult the girls are in the car these days.  They always want what the other one has.  You can tell by how firmly Alma is holding Hodor and Bear.  Obviously, Harriet was whining and screeching about wanting just those things.  Driving is frustrating these days, but maybe in the future, I’ll miss it.  Maybe they won’t need me or want anything to do with me or their cute little toys.  Maybe…?IMG_0336 10:57 – I want to remember their wonder (and their happiness at being out of the car).  Right here Alma said, “I don’t want to smell the flowers because of allergies.”  The she smelled the flowers.  She doesn’t have allergies, by the way.IMG_033811:03 – I want to remember all the beauty of Autumn.  Snowberries are a favorite, and it was fun to be able to share them with the girls.  We also call most wild berries ‘bird berries’ because I want the girls to know not to eat them – they are only good for birds.  So far, this has worked to keep them from eating random poison berries. IMG_0339 11:05 – I want to remember how Alma asked literally every person on the sidewalk from our car, past a dorm, to the museum the same question: “Do you go to college?”  Everyone chuckled and answered that yes, they were going to college.  It was sweet, and I loved it because it’s helping to plant the seed that college is something that she should do.IMG_0344 11:17 – I want to remember these sweet friends.  I love that our kids won’t remember a time that these kids weren’t in their lives.  Since it was a holiday, a lot of my friends (and their kids) had the day off of work and school, so we made plans to meet at the Museum of Natural and Cultural History.  I’d never taken the kids there, so it was especially fun.  Not to mention the cool backpacks that each kid got to wear.  And the fact that Harriet’s was almost bigger than she is.IMG_035012:03 – I want to remember how these kids were curious, engaged, interested, and awesome.   The museum is set up so well, and our kids did a great job exploring.IMG_037212:05 – I want to remember how this girl tries (and succeeds) to keep up with the big kids.  She’s difficult these days, but watching her learn and grow is a joy, truly. IMG_0378 12:30 – I want to remember how big these kids seem to me.  I know I will look back at this day and think that they look so tiny, but right now I want to remember how big they seem.IMG_038012:32 – I want to remember these friendships.   IMG_038412:48 – I want to remember how we got lunch at one of the dorms, and ate outside.  I’d like to forget how crazy it was trying to wrangle two girls (plus the others), pick out food for us, order it, pay for it, and not lose either kid.  But I want to remember how, as we were leaving the food court, Jane said, “And as they leave, they throw condoms to the audience.”  I’m sure watching all of us with our kids was enough to inspire abstinence in at least a few of the college students. IMG_0387 1:07 – I want to remember how Harriet pouts.  It’s adorable and sad and pathetic.  This was a particularly lovely pout.  It was actually nice because I knew where she was as I got Alma into her carseat.  After this, she didn’t want to get in the car, so I called her bluff and said “Bye!” and got in my seat – she jumped right up with a big smile and got into her carseat with no problem.  One point for me!IMG_0393 3:49 – I want to remember how Alma likes to take my camera and take photos.  This one worked out because it’s nice to have photos of me in these posts, since I’m the one usually taking the photos.  I also want to remember how busy I’ve been getting some Christmas things ready.IMG_0417 4:41 – I want to remember how, whenever Rory comes over, it becomes a dress-up party.  They change and play and run and dance.IMG_04494:45 – I want to remember how Harriet says Sofia: Yii-a.  I want to remember how Harriet says unicorn: Coa.  I want to remember how Harriet says Alma: Malma.   IMG_0457 4:53 – I want to remember Poppy’s sweet red curls and how much Alma loves her.  She’s funny and happy.  Having friends over is Alma’s favorite thing, and to be honest, we all love it, too. IMG_0460 4:57 – I want to remember these three.  Right now they’re the big kids (Poppy will catch up soon) and they are the best.  I want to remember the way Harriet still sucks on her fingers and rubs her eyelashes.  I want to remember Alma’s dramatic flair (look at those pinkies!). IMG_0471I want to remember how I forgot to take any more photos because we were just having a good time with our friends, getting pizza, eating pizza, talking about god and God, and Heaven and heaven.  Sometimes it’s better to just put the camera down and live and remember.

Other Days In The Life:
May 12, 2015
September 9, 2015

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The Power of Words

Posted by Carolyn on November 4, 2015 1 Comment
The Power of Words

IMG_0309Words have power.  Written words can be powerful if arranged in the perfect combination.  Written words can be powerful if read at an important time.

But, spoken words.  Spoken words hold a power that is hardly ever matched.  Look at Churchill and how he inspired a damaged and hopeless nation.  Look at Lincoln and how he united and freed and led.  Look at King and how he changed the world and accomplished something impossible.

I’m watching my two-year-old discover the power of her voice.  A couple months ago, she didn’t have any words.  Now, if you’re listening, she’s telling you everything on her mind.  Everyday she learns new words, and figures out how to pronounce them.  There is a power in her words, and she’s just learning how to use it.

I can’t tell you how many times during each day I say, “Use your words.”  I’m not only telling my kids to communicate what they need with words, but I’m telling them that their words have power.  I’m telling them that their voices have power.

There are some words that hold more power than others.  One word I teach my girls to wield and use is this – no.  No.  When we are playing and they say ‘no,’ or ‘stop,’ I stop.  It feels like my girls are too young to even be affected by the rape culture in which we live, but I know that it is irresponsible to just ignore it.  I need to teach my girls to honor themselves, and to know their worth.

I teach my girls that they can say ‘no’ to anyone.  If I ask for a hug and they don’t want to hug me, they have the power to say ‘no.’  If grandparents are saying goodbye and want a kiss, but they don’t want to, they have the power to say ‘no.’

Sometimes, when we’re out, Alma will scowl at strangers and refuse to talk to them.  She won’t give them high fives or say hello.  I appreciate this from her, I know that she’s doing what feels right.  It feels strange, but I try not to change her in these moments.

“I won’t raise her to be nice, to give her laugh away… I can’t trust this world to teach their sons how to treat my daughter, so I will raise her to be a sword, a spear, a shield.” –  Elizabeth Acevedo

I want my daughters to know the reality of their world, and I want them to be prepared for anything.  I am teaching them to talk, but I’m also teaching them to use their words.  I want them to see the world with wonder and joy, but not naivete.

This is a world where they need to be spears and shields, but it’s also a world “made out of sugar, it can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it… Always apologize when you’ve done something wrong, but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining, your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing.  And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.” (Sarah Kay)

I also want to teach my daughters the power of another word – yes.  I want them to go out into the world with hope and excitement.  I want them to embrace the world and everything that comes their way.  I want them to try and say yes and yes and yes.  I want them to see me as who I am – a positive, hopeful woman.  I want them to know that their mother isn’t scared to live in this world.   I see the wonder in the world every single day.

Sometimes when we’re out, Alma is amazingly outgoing and personable.  She will ask strangers if they want to come over to our house.  She will hold hands with someone she just met.  She will smile and dance and play.  I also appreciate this from her.  I love her innocence and her belief that the world is good and that people aren’t out to hurt her – I agree with her that this, for the most part, is true.

I want my daughters to trust that this world is good, but to be ready for when it isn’t.  And I’m going to show them poems, and teach them words, and tell them to never stop using their words.

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Halloween 2015 Was Rainy

Posted by Carolyn on November 3, 2015 Leave a Comment

The title says it all.  Halloween was rainy.  It didn’t stop us, though!  We headed out with Jane, Rory, Poppy, and Rachel.

This was the third year we’ve spent Halloween with this crew.  I hope we it was the third out of infinity.  It will be fun when we go trick or treating with Rory’s kids (because obviously he will marry one of our girls and Rory’s kids will, in turn, be our grandchildren… anyway…).

Before we went trick or treating Alma said to Rachel, “We will go trick or treating, then we will come home and Mommy will take a picture of you tickling Harriet.”  This girl has such an amazing memory.  It blows my mind sometimes.  I mean, maybe she had recently seen this photo from three years ago:

andthenthey halloween2015 2Or this photo from two years ago:

andthenthey halloween2015 1But we certainly hadn’t talked about how Rachel loves to recreate this photo.  I love seeing how Alma’s and Harriet’s minds work and grow and learn.

So, we had Rachel over for dinner, then we grabbing umbrellas, boots and glowsticks and were out for about an hour.  We were soaked.  We had buckets full of candy.  It was great.

We came home and warmed up.

And, of course, Rachel tickled Harriet:

andthenthey halloween2015 3The one thing I didn’t realize is that in the first two photos, you can see Alma’s little feet walking in the corner of the frame.  We’ll have to make sure to include that in future years.

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October Camping… err, “camping”

Posted by Carolyn on October 21, 2015 Leave a Comment
October Camping...  err, "camping"

Last Christmas, Alma’s gift from my mom and step-dad was a camping trip with her cousin Liam and their dads.  They decided to go to Silver Fall State Park.  Of course, it turned out to be the first rainy weekend in months.  They went anyway, and decided to play the camping part by ear.

andthenthey camping 1When they got to the park, it was sunny and warm.  They hiked around the waterfalls, in the woods, and had lots of fun.  They had a picnic lunch in the lodge and hiked some more.  andthenthey camping 2 andthenthey camping 3Alma and Liam are just a few months apart in age, so it was fun for them to get to spend so much time together.  andthenthey camping 4One of the stories they came home with was from the caves.  Alma said to Liam, “Will you protect me?” and Liam replied, “I AM SCARED.”  andthenthey camping 5 andthenthey camping 6 Alma has been looking forward to her camping trip for months.  She would tell me, “I’m going camping with Grams and Grandpa.  You are not coming.  Harriet is not coming.  Daddy is coming.”  She was very clear about this.  There was no way I was going to sneak into the car.andthenthey camping 7 Of course, the rain showed up.  They embraced the water and got soaked.  At this point, it didn’t matter if the rain was falling, or the creek was splashing.  It was warm enough that it was still fun.andthenthey camping 8 andthenthey camping 9It was so wet, though, that everyone decided to head home.  They realized they would have just spent the whole night in their tents as a fire would have been impossible and everything would be too wet to sit on.  I don’t think Alma was too disappointed.  They got to do all the fun things of camping without sleeping on the wet ground. andthenthey camping 9aI can’t wait for this to be an annual tradition.  Maybe next year Grams and Grandpa will take Alma and Liam without their parents… maybe they’ll take Harriet, too!

The photos in this post were all taken by Jesse.  He did a great job, didn’t he?

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