Kaleb & Daddy

Kaleb and Derek had the most beautiful weather for their camp-out last Friday. I find that ironic, since this was their first time to camp in a CAMPER!!! If you know my husband at all, you know his biggest wish is for his very own camper. And while any camper would be fine with him, any camper is not fine with me. If I'm ever going to camp with him, my camper must have a bathroom and a/c. Since these amenities jack up the cost of a camper, we remain camper-less. Sorry Derek! But as is commonly the case in life, it matters not what you have, but who you know. Thank you Mike and Julie for letting my husband and son use your camper. For one night, Derek got to pretend he was the proud owner of a camper. :)





Derek talked to Kaleb about his friends, and about what's going on in 3rd grade these days. They rode their bikes for over 6 miles, and Kaleb snuck in a few scooter rides as well. They went fishing and caught a nice bass. With Dad all to himself and pancakes for breakfast, Kaleb was one happy camper. I'm so thankful my son and my husband can enjoy these times together. Two happy campers camping in a camper. :)

At home last night, we had one of those moments I will laugh at someday. Derek walked out the door for a meeting while the rest of us finished up supper. We had 30 minutes until Kaleb's soccer game began. Braylen poured himself a glass of cranberry juice (in a breakable glass) and...dropped it on his wooden chair. Juice and broken glass flew all over the kitchen. It even splashed 6 feet up the wall, dripping all the way down the staircase to our basement. I sat there speechless. How does one clean up juice that is literally everywhere, when there are shards of broken glass everywhere? I put Braylen in charge of getting out the small drops of juice in our living room carpet. I took care of the rest, piece by piece and drop by drop. Worst of all, we had to leave the job half-done to get to the soccer field in time.

Here's the part I will laugh at someday. While on my hands and knees beneath the table, sticky up to my eyeballs in juice, surrounded by broken glass, Kaleb says, "Well Mom, at least you have something to do now." AAGGHH!!! As I continued my feverish cleaning spree, Aaron, always the chatterbox, tried to tell me about his experience checking a book out at the school library. "Mom, they have real books and make-believe books." Huh? My brain faintly registered, "You mean fiction and non-fiction?" Yes, someday I will laugh along with you at these things. Just imagine what kind of messes we'd be in if we had a camper? I can barely hold a house together!! :)