Took the family to Muskegon State Park this past weekend. What a hoot. It was WAY colder than I expected. Being from the south, the closer you get to the water (read: Gulf Coast) the warmer it gets. Up here in Yankeeland where everything is backwards, it naturally gets colder as you edge closer to the great block of ice they call "Lake Michigan". Seriously, it was 75 when we left the house, Muskegon is a 3 hour drive West....not north, just west. A reasonable human being would think "It's about the same temperature" ESPECIALLY when the weather report SAYS it's the same temp...you know, just for kicks, do you think they would check the weather AT the camp park site, or do they get giggles knowing that they are lulling campers into a false sense of 'lovely camping weather'??? So imagine my surprise when about 5 miles from our camp site, it starts getting cooler. We are watching the temp drop a staggering 15 degrees in under 5 miles. and NO ONE told us about the constant, persistent, gale force "breeze" that NEVER STOPS. ever.
We had a cabin rented and brought the big tent. Daddio, the babies and I were going to cabin it up, the young men were going to tent it out. Well. Upon realizing we were all dressed for a luau in what must surely still be a vestige of a glacier, we decided to swap. The cabin was heated, there were 4 bunk beds. Perfect. Babies took one bunk, the 3 little men had the remainder. Daddio and I froze our hineys off......well that is not exactly true. Chalupa (the dog-Max) sat on our hineys growling at everything that even thought about moving. Because we had thought we were going to be in the cabin (with nice 70 degree nights) we only brought 2 blankets. Earlier in the evening it had been discovered that Daddio had forgotten all the towels and the BEDDING for the babies, so I had already made a Meijers run. The one blankie between me and an air mattress determined to suck all the living warmth out of me was just not cutting it. So I got up and grabbed 3 of the towels to insulate my side a little better. Daddio laughed at me. Within an hour he was practically shoving me off the bed trying to get on my towel insulated side. Ahem.
He was promptly booted and directed to another pile of towels for his own use.
We may have slept 2 winks between idiot dog growling.
Morning arrived shortly after night had decided to skedaddle, as nights are want to do.
Guess what else Daddio forgot? You guessed it, the percolator. He actually had to MOVE it to get to the camping chairs. Had his hand ON that magic pot the makes morning gogo juice. And he left it. Thank you Thank you Thank You Lord that we were there with Yo, Carrie Ted (Jeff) and Steph who would never in a billion years forget the coffee pot. (He also forgot the camping lanterns! Sheesh!)
Alex and I decided while at Meijers (the first trip) that we were never letting Daddio pack up for camping again. Heheheheheheheheeeee (I love you honey)
That day the boys spent climbing 40 foot tall sand dunes, leaping off the top and rolling the rest of the way down. Loved it. Princess settled for just rolling down a little and Ebear just jumped in place and rolled. By far and away, L was the most daring of the thrill seekers. I couldn't watch him much, too scary for a mum!
All in all a good, if sleepy, time was had by all. The best mothers day gift was seeing how relaxed my husband was after months of this job stress stuff. He didn't mention work the entire time. Praise the Lord.
On the knitting front, I got Evies new socks done and started a pair for me! Already have one done and the toe for the second is on needles now. Yaaaaaaaaaty.
