just another day in parent-dise…

June 12, 2009

Camping Disaster ’09

Allow me to set the stage for you:

A 5 yr old, a 3 yr old, a 6 month old baby, and two novice campers.

Our story begins on June 12th we leave at about 2:30pm.  We make one stop, King Soopers, because the baby needs bananas.  We’re off!  Finally, I’m told where we are going, Mary’s Lake Campground in Estes Park.  Which is so appropriate for our 1st camping trip because (here comes the mushy stuff) it’s where Chris and I first told each other “I love you” and where Chris was planning to propose-the weather ruined that plan too, actually, funny that we should be conquered again by the weather in Estes Park.

We arrive at approximately 4:45pm.  We have a plan because I’ve been reading a book called Kids & Camping-which Chris has teased me about for days!  The boys and I were going to collect wood for our fire, wait we find out that’s prohibited.  Plan B, we purchase wood for the fire.  The boys and I clear the big rocks from the area where the tent will go and Daddy is going to start putting the tent together.  Ryan and AJ both cleared one rock, so I guess they were done.  They were off finding sticks and exploring-exactly what I wanted them to do.  It was so great watching them run around the campground. 

We noticed the wind right away.  It’s barely 50 degrees and with the wind it was even colder.  It was pretty funny watching Chris try to get the tent set up.  It was equally funny watching me start a fire.  While we each had our jobs, Carson is jumping around in his hop and pop.  He has his warm onesie on, a jacket, and a hat…why didn’t I take a picture???

The tent was up in no time and I had successfully started a fire and kept it going.  Dinner was on and coming along great!  So far so good, we got this camping thing down.  Fifteen minutes later our luck, as they say, started to change. 

There were already two holes in the floor of the tent.  Oh great!  Of course, I’m worried about that because there has been rain everyday for two weeks.  The plan changes again…now I’m off to town to get a tent repair kit and a tarp, no we didn’t have one-and it’s a bit of a sore subject.  🙂  Meanwhile, Chris will stay withthe boys.  Since dinner wasn’t finished and I had  some hungry boys on my hands, I decide we’ll start with an appetizer, toasted marshmallows-of course!  I got them on the poky wire thing (yes, that is the official camp verbage)  But then I had to go because I’m on a time crunch, Carson needs to eat in less than an hour.  Before I leave I snap a few pictures from the van, then I have to go.   Little did I know I was about to miss all the fun camping.

 

Camping Disaster '09-2

However, beforeI go, I subliminally tell Chris to watch over our dinner.

I make it into town and find the visitor’s center right away, they point me to an outdoory store about a mile down the road.  They didn’t have a big enough tarp, so they point me to a True Value store…where is it?  Right across the highway from the visitor’s center.  Grrr, this is fun right?

I make it back right when little Carson is at his limit.  He didn’t take a nap in his pack ‘n play (in our torn tent) and now he’s hungry.  He was such a trooper!  Chris tells me they had such a great time and  that he sampled our dinner and was complimenting me on my camp cooking skills.  Unfortunately, that was about 20 minutes ago.  I pull the “hobos” off the fire and they are charred.  Not well done, charred.  I’m able to salvage a few bites for the kids to munch. 

Just about this time Carson rolls right off the air mattress on the ground.  He was okay, thank God, but Ryan is nearly in tears because he’s worried about his baby brother.  We love on our Carson and I begin to feed him.  It’s at this point when I notice the wind is gone.  It’s perfectly calm.  The weather was turning in our favor!  Or so I thought. 

The new plan is while I’m feeding Carson, Chris is going to repair the tent, be on rock removal and lay the tarp down.  Ready…break!  Chris starts his job, but after a few minutes, I get this feeling that we better set the back of the van up for Carson.  At the time, my reasoning was because he was so tired and we really didn’t know how long the tent repair would take.  We also get the boys in their warm clothes.  So I’m feeding Carson, the older boys are munching on what’s left of our charred dinner and Chris is pulling stakes.Camping Disaster '09-12

Ryan says, “Hey, it’s raining.” Chris asks me, “Is it?”  I don’t notice any rain drops, “No, it’s not.”  But then there was one.  The timing was so key here.  I move Carson into the van  to bundle him like the little brother on Christmas Story (“Mom, I can’t put my arms down!”)  and lay him in the pack ‘n play that’s in the van.  Just as Chris pulls the last stubborn stake from the ground, this wind literally comes out of nowhere!  Chris sends the boys to the bathroom for shelter.  Seconds later those sparse raindrops became a torrential downpour!  We are running around frantically trying to put lids on bins to keep our stuff dry.  The firewood!  I run it to the bathroom.  The mattresses!  Chris runs them to the bathroom!  The bedding is in the van, and I also check on the baby, he’s not sleeping, but he’s dry & warm, and not crying…yet.  Chris goes to check on the boys.  I turn around to see our once tent turn into a parachute.  I’m screaming, “Chris!  Chris!  Chris!”  He comes to the rescue and I ask him the pivotal question, “At what point do we call it?”  We didn’t need to discuss it, he starts breaking the tent down and I check on Carson who is now screaming.  My poor baby!  I climb in the van which is piled high with stuff, like the mountain we were going to hike.

What a 1st camping trip!  At 8:00pm we pulled out of Mary’s Lake and Campground headed home to sleep in our non-ripped, floored warm beds.  But before I leave you to laugh at us in our naivety, I will close with this:  After the rainstorm passed us, AJ comes out of the bathroom with his pajama shoes (as our kids call them) and undies down at his ankles, walking toward me dragging his pj’s in the mud and water.  All he says, “Um, Mama, I need a little help.”  Don’t we all, son, don’t we all?

Camping Disaster '09-7

Camping Disaster '09-10

The wreckage after the storm.  Notice the charred tinfoil-everywhere!

defeated

defeated

"Seriously, I'm 6 months old.  What were you thinking?"

"Seriously, I'm 6 months old. What were you thinking?"

Camping Disaster '09-14

Advertisements

June 5, 2009

Oh AJ!

Filed under: AJ — Kaela Green @ 1:47 pm
Tags: , , , ,

AJBefore you go saying, “Oh that’s so cute!”  (Please say the following inyour best Paul Harvey voice)…Let me tell you the rest of the story:

So I peak in on AJ because earlier when he was supposedto be napping he decided that he was going to go poo-poo by himself (and wipe).  I’m tucking him back in bed, but now I’m stripping the bed, the pillowcase, and yes it’s even on the wall.  How he manages to get it on the wall, but not the carpet is something that will alway amaze me and something I’ll always be grateful for! 

Round two.  I look in on AJ because now I’m sure he’s asleep and this is where I find him.  How cute is what I say, but as I’m walking downstairs to grab my camera.  I wonder, “Was that poo I smelled?”  (Now in your best Phoebe voice)…Oh no.  Yes, he used his baby brother’s Bumbo as a toilet and his big brother’s clothes as toilet paper.  After all, what are brothers for?    The poor Bumbo didn’t even see it coming. 

And now for something completely different…

You’d think by now this mother of three would know what it means when a 3-yr old is quiet…too quiet.  Trouble!  I made the mistake of leaving the washed strawberries on the counter while I tended to chores.  I returned too late to catch AJ “red” handed.

AJ & Strawberries-1

He had taken one bite out of each one and lined them up all in a row.  Oh AJ!

AJ & Strawberries-2

November 7, 2008

One of the many reasons…

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kaela Green @ 8:26 am
Tags: , ,

mommy needs a night with the girls, a vacation, a date night with hubby, a day at the spa…whatever fills you up and gets you going for the next “opportunity” to show patience-you fill in the blank.

Let me first give a warning, this post is not for the weak of stomach or anyone who plans on eating in the next few hours.  Unless, of course, you’re a mom and we can talk anything involving the two p’s (puke and poo) and continue to eat our chips and salsa…

So the story begins with AJ napping, Ryan riding his Smart Cycle- since it is officially fallnter (little bit colder than fall, but not quite winter) and we are finding ways to stay active indoors-and me, well I of course was scrubbing down floors, doing laundry, preparing a four-course dinner, the day-to-day normal stuff.  Okay, what I was really doing was waking up from my own nap and was scrapbooking Ryan’s 3rd birthday-I’m a little behind.  I look down at my phone and check the time, 10 minutes after AJ was supposed to be up.  I waddle-the 37 weeks pregnant waddle-up three short flights of stairs, but before I get there my super- heightened sense of smell detects a not-so-good odor.  A darn right stinky foul funk coming from the bedroom of my “potty-trained” almost 3 yr old’s bedroom.

As a story my mother-in-law once told me came to mind, the story of a very soiled diaper that was taken off by her young sweet boy and turned into a poo-Picasso all over the walls and everywhere else…horror began to take over. 

I walk in and see my little AJ covered in poo from the waist down standing on his comforter that is half on the bed and half on our new carpet, also spotted with poo.  Then I see the huge mess that my child has made in the bed.  I must admit that I thought of taking a picture just to show this HUGE, smelly mess!  But opted not to, you’re welcome. 🙂  As he continues to pull the comforter off the bed to cuddle up with it on the floor, under normal circumstances such an endearing quality, he reveals yet another HUGE, smelly mess!  I also spot his “night-time” diaper laying on the floor, clean. 

 Oh my what fun!

So I’m trying to think like an almost 3 yr old to figure out how??? why??? what was he thinking???  I realized that I will never know the thought processes of my boys and the why’s behind their actions.  Only this I know, with a toddler, every day is an adventure!

img_22081

Blog at WordPress.com.