Is that how you would say it…or is it “Nous avons faire du camping.”? Run Around may be my only help.
We have been back and settled in for a full day now and after breakfast on the patio and a promenade as soon as this entry is complete we will have settled back into notre vie normal.
Since he was about 4 months old and snuggling in bed with us I have pulled the covers over Aidan’s head and said, “We’re camping!” and then after removing them exclaim, “We’re not camping.” He is so familiar with this expression that by the time the tent was up and we walked inside I think he was really putting two and two together. He had a riot!
We put a tarp down on the ground and one of those big octagon things and he was content to play in there as long as he could see the fire and the old fashioned colored Christmas lights that I very ceremoniously string from tree to tree the moment our truck pulls into the campsite.
I polished off Carol Drinkwater’s “The Olive Farm” (A story of a couple who buys an abandond olive farm just outside of Nice!) in front of the fire, during morning naps and then it was off to the beach. The big lake, Lake Michigan.
Something crazy happens to me when I get within miles of that lake. I freak out…in a still sort calm of way. I breathe deeper, my craving for nature increases, I fantasize about living in a crusty old lake house with dirty moss covered brick sidewalks and waves that lull me to sleep. I LOVE Lake Michigan!
62 degrees this year. Warm enough to run in and rinse off but too cold for baby cakes (even though he did not think so). He made his way up and down the dunes, up and down the beach and we happily or not so happily chased after him. Our first year not being able to lay down a king size sheet and pass out for the afternoon. He wore us out. And himself. After his first day in the sun and sand I had to keep him from falling asleep in the shower with me!
I needed the break that not having a washer and dryer at your disposal can bring and for 4 days I perfected the art of doing nothing. (Something that is very hard for me to do a chez moi!) Day after day of ripening clothes and sleeping with only a thin piece of material separating you from the outdoors is good for the soul.
This was our family vacation, these four days of camping and they were mighty fine.
Looks like you had a great time!! There is nothing like camping and wonderful memories of bonding so close with each other as you’re surrounded by the beauty of God’s creation all around! We should really do it together next year. That would be a blast and Aidan would have someone to play with. You’re brave taking him at this age, but what a wonderful little man to have roughed it with his mommy and daddy! A truly good, good boy!
By the way, I was anxiosly awaiting this post.
I LOVE “The Olive Farm”! There is a sequel to it, ya know? I read it last year and re-read it this summer, with the sequel. Looks like it was a refreshing few days away. Now to the business of gettin cozy and snugglin down for the autumn and winter months!
I’m sorry – my French is spotty at best. I do try though, and sometimes I get lucky with my phrases and vocabulary. Practice, practice, practice, right? Going to Paris in two weeks will whip my Frenglish into shape!
You have a beautiful family – so glad I found your blog and your mom’s site, too!
any day camping would be mighty fine… I have only fond memories of these events and some actual hilarious ones from when we were kids…just remembering those last week with the G’s.
oh and may I just say that I am longing for “door”…only you will know the meaning of that…when a. was just the babes and when cigars and red wine were it…when we lit a fire at 9:oopm…just to smell the smell of wood smoke…and to take a walk to the general store just for the hell of it.. we will have that again…will we not?
Camping looked fun! Little A and Big A in the hoods is too cute. Your whole family is cute. I sent you a package! It had the music from my blog posting, and some others. Tell me what you think!! I’m still on gmail, if you have that addy. V.
hey looks like we missed the fun o camping again. but i know i was where i needed to be. i am getting better and thankful 12 days are behind me. stiches out tomorrow. and then therapy starts. your babes looks like he is real camper. can’t wait to see him again. i’m getting pretty good at this left-handed pecking!!