We had a fun-filled Memorial Weekend. First, my dad invited all the boys in the fam to go on his ward's father and sons outing. My boys were so excited. Of course I spent some time Friday morning having the boys pack all the possible things they might need for the campout. In all it wasn't too much stuff, only one bag for the boys to share. Apparently my sis Alisa was a good mother too and made sure her boys were prepared, but we both got sufficiently mocked in the end for overpacking our boys. It is true that boys can just plain do without all the stuff we girls think they need. This was definitely evidenced when my brother "packed up" all his gear for the campout. He came up the stairs with a sleeping bag, a sweatshirt and a hat. 'Nuf said!
They all had a great time making memories with grandpa and the uncles and cousins, but everyone missed the out-of-state boys.
My cute camping boys.
Randy snapped this pic because he had never seen anything like it before. Yes, that's Mike reading a book. That's what a good woman will do for you.
The filthy little pigs. I'm pretty sure those hands never got washed, not even before eating.The report upon returning home was that the best part was the tug-of-war and the snake they found on their hike.
While the boys were off being manly, the girls all stayed at grandma's. We went out to dinner, chatted on the patio and experienced some trauma. Max wasn't invited on the boys campout so he had to stay with the girls. This was the result.
(this was after a bath and 2 popsicles to bring down the swelling)Max is so blessed to have his cousins that love and take care of him. I felt so bad for both Max and his loving little cousin mother when they took a horrible fall leaving the restaurant. Max ended up somehow smashing his face on something when they fell and split his lip, tore the frenulum (that little thingy inside your mouth that connects your top lip to your gums), bloodied his nose, and skinned his nose, lip and chin. There was so much blood and he was crying so hard. I guess I have been out of nursing practice too long because I had to try to keep calm. I just didn't want his little cousin mother to be more traumatized than she already was. It was so sad, but amazingly he has healed up so quickly like kids do. The fall was Friday night and this is how it looked only 24 hours later. The "Homer Simpson" look was gone quickly. I just hope Bev's little heart is feeling better now too.
And now less than a week later it's just a little scab.On Monday we took the kids hiking in Big Cottonwood Canyon. We started out heading up to Doglake, but after crossing the creek twice and looking on to the steep rocky cliff that was ahead we decided to go down to the Lake Blanche trail instead. The kids did awesome and had a great time. On the campout they had been a little rusty on their hiking, so we got it back in their blood really quick. When we were done they didn't want to leave, they had to climb a few more rocks first. Max was a little trooper in his "maxpack".
6 comments:
Poor Max, his face looks like it hurt a bit. Is Bev over the trauma?
Poor Max! Looks like the boys had fun!
Yes, Bev is over the trauma. She wants to see him. Mom's on Sunday?
I will have to save that picture of Mike--and not just for posterity. He looks hot with a book in his hands. I know, I know, TMI.
Having kids can make people do strange things. I have to be a good example from time to time even doing things I don't like....singing in church and reading books so that the kids think it's cool. Do you have any idea how hard it is to just sit and stare at a book with out pictures long enough to make your kids think you are reading??
It looks like you had a great weekend! Max must have fallen pretty hard. You are entitled to freak out when it's you own child, even if you are a nurse. Seeing the pictures makes me miss Utah.
That poor baby Max, oh it looks like it hurt. Oh, give him a kiss for me. Yes my boys would have loved camping out with the gang. It looks like they had fun! We miss you all!
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