I called my sister yesterday to let her know I was communing with Nature:
Hey, you busy? (she was at work)
A little, but I can make time for you. (She's so nice)
Um, Yea, We're Camping.
Um... Except there's a pool and a waterpark.
And we're in a camper...
So we're not really camping.
Yea, I figured that out...
Growing up, our idea of camping involved a tent, a fire, a lot of bug spray, digging a trench, and hauling in our own water. It did not involve a water feature:
Or a pool:
I am still trying to figure out how a child so long and lean came from my loins. Really, she's something else.
And my toddler? How she started vacation:
And ended it... Notice the lack of life jacket.
Yes, my neighbor was there to assist, but the Toddler just plopped in, hit the surface, and swam to the edge. Three times.
I will neither confirm nor deny that I did one or more front-flips off that diving board.
Oh, and they had a 'petting zoo.' And a donkey that sounded like he was getting, or needed to get, laid at three in the morning. Eeeh-oah! Eeeh-oah!
The Boy loved the animals.
I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to cut that hair. My brown eyed, brown haired boy spent a little time in the sun this summer. Know how much some women pay for highlights to look like that?!?
Me? I'm not much of a morning person. I do have fantastic bed-head though.
These shoes - my marathon shoes - have been relegated to camping shoes.
I hope I get to use them again before too long.
Now then. Off to get some laundry done.
A lot of laundry.