Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Camping at Mt. Madonna

Starks being goofy! "Oh, Momma... can I have a drink from my sippy cup?" That's what he's saying, and for some reason, it was really funny at the time. Click our tent below to see the web album.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Back Track to Memorial Day Weekend

We went to Family Camp in Boulder Creek in the Santa Cruz mountains for Memorial Day. Russ took Anthony and Chas last year, and they had so much fun that they wanted to go again- but with Starks and me. So, we all headed there Friday, stayed in a cabin with another family all weekend, and came home Monday after lunch. They had archery, a cable line, rock wall, the "Mole Hole" which is a huge, plastic drainage pipe the kids "sled" inside of, crafts, tie-dye, a POOL, and a creek!

We had a lot of fun, and all the boys tried everything at least once. Starks, Chas and I made it to the pool three times... that alone is a great weekend! Anyway, aside from all of the fun, tick bite on Chas' head, campfires, etc, it was less like camping and more like a Motel 6. :) (though with better food, I'm sure) It really was relaxing to not have to think about, prepare or clean up after meals, to take a shower every day, and to have your day planned, but then the focus becomes the activities and what's next rather than enjoying hanging out together.

Anyway, I just wanted to post some pictures of the boys. Starks was the CUTEST thing riding down the zip line! There's nothing like letting your son go from a platform and thinking "Did I secure his harness tightly enough?" His little body is just adorable- on the rock wall, too. I think the camp counselor basically pulled him to the top. However, Anthony climbed to the top all by himself! He was shaking, tired, and stuck at one point, but he pushed through. Awesome! Chas climbed pretty high up the wall, but he had gone far enough. Chas and Anthony LOVED archery! All in all, it was great! Enjoy the pictures.

Stomach Bug, but still so cute

Starks started vomiting this morning at 2am... then 3:15... then 5am. When he was done, he lay back on me and said, "This is bad." I agreed and just stroked on him and loved on him. Then he went on to say, "When we have breakfast, I'm going to plug it up!" LOL. This child is the cutest!
It wasn't but about 20 minutes later that he had more dry heaves and asked, "How can I get it to come out?" I scooped him up, brought him downstairs to the couch and gave him an Otter Pop. About 20 minutes after THAT, he threw up the Popsicle and asked "WHO is doing this?!"
Poor baby. It IS bad to get sick.

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