There is this lie that I have told.

I have this confession. I have said things like, "we should go camping some time", or "I love camping." 

I lied.

It is not that I hate camping. But I am not sure that I really like it either.

I think it is fun as we set up the tent and fetch wood and blow up the bed, but then I have to pee.

After the first potty trip the luster has worn off and I start to think the whole process is a little nuts.

Then we sleep with the flap open and gaze at the stars. I am filled with wonder and awe at the awesome universe that God has created. I worship and praise Him. I decide I love camping.

Then I get cold. I put on a touque and snuggle in closer to Dave. 

I listen to the loud drunk people at the next site over.

I long for my own bed.

The morning dew sets a chill in the air and we build a fire.

Off to pee again, this time with really bad bed head hair.

I see other ugly morning people plodding there as well. I wait in line. It stinks, we all stink.

Then I hate camping.

We decide to go into town for something fun to do and hope everyone doesn't die from our campfire stench. We pass all the pretty rental chalets.

I hate camping more.

I decide that I am definitely a resort-er not a camper. 

I think maybe this is deep routed.

 There were two times we went camping when I was a kid that stick in my mind. Both times were to Cypress Hills interprovincial park. One time in the condos by the lake and one time in the campground with a tent trailer.

The time in the condo we roasted marshmallows in the fireplace and slept in cozy warm beds with a great view out the balcony.

The time in the campground we were in with the masses with a potty down the road and water that was drinkable after a good boil somewhere down the road too.

I fell out of the side of the tent trailer in the middle of the night and slept on the ground under the camper till my parents found me.  I got bug bites. My sister ended up in the hospital for drinking the water before it was boiled. My dad split his hand open collapsing the trailer.

I should have learned then that I was not a camper but I was a kid and had a ton of fun anyway. 

My dad learned though and bought the cottage.

So what I am saying is this. If I say something like that to you, smack me. I am lying. What I am trying to say is, "Lets go get nice chalets and sit in the hot tub and not stink."

I know lots of you love camping so please do not be offended that I do not share this love. I don't quite get it so maybe tell me why you love it so I can understand better. It is so lost on me.

Thank you, really!

Now back to daily life as I see it.

Kaitlyn is really loving having control over what she wears, she thinks she is a mini me. She kinda is.

She has been learning to write her name and love doing her "school work."

Ethan gets a little side tracked. 

Kaitlyn climbs the walls. She is such a monkey.

A few days ago we went for a rollerblade to the park for a picnic then headed to my parents place for the afternoon.

My grandpa was there. Isn't he the cutest?!

I love him.

Ethan decided to chase a squirrel.

He lost it under the car.

He was so confused but had to give up since it had run across the street.

Ya that's me, playing with the self timer.

Saturday we headed out to my parents cottage. Dave brought his guns. They are only air soft BB guns and the guys have a blast shooting stuff.

Kaitlyn and I soaked up the sun.

And blew dandelions into the wind.

Cousins came too. Here is Dawson in front of the fort the boys built.

Kaitlyn and Ethan didn't fight. Well part of the time. It was awesome!

The flowers were all blooming and so fragrant.

Kaitlyn even picked me a flower.

"For you mommy"

Ethan hated every moment he had to be inside.

I tanned. You can't tell though, I practically repel the sun with my whiteness. Maybe I should say I pinked.

Remember 'Dowdy' the purple stuffy I made?

Well Ethan needed a stuffy too so we made 'Mmeehh'

He loves him.

And to sum things up here are a few paintings ready to be picked up. These clients are so kind and after they heard that we have two little ones offered to pick up rather than have them dropped off.

So sweet!

Anyway this whole post was rather mish mashy, as per usual of late but, remember way back at the top when I was talking about camping?

I really do want to know why or what you love about it. Maybe this will help me be a happy camper in the future or maybe it will only keep my happy with wanting to be a resort-er or chalet-er or whatever they are called.

Whatever it is I would love to hear it.

 

Hope you all had a great weekend!