{"id":2178,"date":"2011-08-10T21:58:24","date_gmt":"2011-08-11T01:58:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2178"},"modified":"2011-08-11T08:12:44","modified_gmt":"2011-08-11T12:12:44","slug":"camping-101","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2178","title":{"rendered":"Camping 101"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was unplugged for a few days. \u00a0So were my boys.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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This was my favorite part of camping!<\/p>\n

I loved that within minutes of parking at our sight, they were off on their bikes, exploring. \u00a0They don’t do this as much at home.<\/p>\n

The yurt was great. \u00a0Definitely better than a tent. \u00a0It wasn’t luxurious, especially after the first night, my back was groaning a bit from those ‘beds.’ \u00a0Yet it was definitely easier to keep things a bit more orderly. \u00a0The BBQ provided an easy out for cooking… so that I didn’t have to bother with our camp stove etc.<\/p>\n

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My boys loved \u00a0the fire. \u00a0I saw the fire shoot up… and heard giggling… that was the time they sprayed bug spray into it. \u00a0Then there was the monster marshmallow that ‘fell in’ and exploded into a creature of it’s own. \u00a0I’m sure the boys can teach a course on all things that fire will consume and all things it won’t.<\/p>\n

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There was the friendly chipmunk.. that Josh screamed in fear of. \u00a0Seriously, this child of mine, (insert my head shaking), you’d think was being raised in the city! \u00a0Max’s reaction to Josh’s fear, “Josh, your feet are bigger than the chipmunk!!!”<\/em><\/p>\n

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The boys caught salamanders (gross) and spotted a mole… which, in real life, is not so cute as the ones that are depicted on cartoons! \u00a0Jordan, in keeping with his character, went off fishing and caught 2 fish.<\/p>\n

They played. \u00a0You know like we used to when we were kids… with sticks, making games up as they rode their bikes, explored why one of the “bathrooms” had caution tape closing it off… (apparently because someone really missed by a long shot… so gross).<\/p>\n

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They spent hours in the water… swimming out to the dock, jumping off, scaring me a few times as they bobbed their heads in the water, making me wonder if they were really in distress (they weren’t), as I wouldn’t have been happy to swim in that dark water to save them… though of course, I would have!<\/p>\n

At night there was the shadow puppets, the typical fighting with sharing a bed, the discussion of why I just don’t go pee around the yurt, “no one’s looking…” <\/em> and the moment they thought I was peeing around the corner, I heard, “Quick, get the camera!”<\/em><\/p>\n

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I had a really hard night the first night. \u00a0 I knew sleep would elude me.. as it does when I am in a new place. \u00a0At one point, I saw this huge shadow in our window. \u00a0I sucked my breath in… a bear! \u00a0It smelled my fear! \u00a0I was petrified. \u00a0Do I scream? \u00a0It could be in the yurt in seconds, as it’s sharp claws could make the screen that separated us disappear without effort. \u00a0“<\/p>\n

Dear God, What was \u00a0I thinking? \u00a0I am not a outdoorsy person! \u00a0Why did I think I could be that kind of mom? \u00a0Please Jesus, HELP US and KEEP US SAFE!!!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Since I am home, safe, blogging… God heard my desperate cries and keep the bear from having us as a snack (the bear or the shadow of the tree branch).<\/p>\n

Thank You, Jesus!<\/p>\n

My boys discovered their mom pees a lot. \u00a0One asked, “Is it because you had so many of us?<\/p>\n

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My favorite part was the moments around the campfire first thing in the morning. \u00a0I loved the quietness, the smell of the smoke… was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket.<\/p>\n

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My least favorite was the rain. \u00a0Yesterday as I was making supper, it down poured. \u00a0I sucked it up and carried on. \u00a0This morning in the middle of breakfast, with food out on the table, it again downpour. \u00a0Yuck. \u00a0I don’t like that kind of wetness. \u00a0When we made the decision to go home today as the forecast called for more rain and cooler temps, the rain kept us company as we packed up the gear. \u00a0This wasn’t fun. \u00a0There is muddy messy in my van, on the bedding, everywhere.<\/p>\n

It’s all good though. \u00a0I really did enjoy it. \u00a0I enjoyed that time with the boys… though I am sure the ladies camping beside us weren’t sad to see us go, as the boys voices seemed to carry.<\/p>\n

We came home to a bat flying about. \u00a0My poor sweet Josh was truly petrified. \u00a0He didn’t want to come in the house again. \u00a0Bats are truly such ugly things! Ugh. \u00a0Satan should have been represented by bats rather than snakes. <\/span><\/em>Tyler was the hero… and whacked it good and got it in one try!<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Ah… Camping … It was good.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Being home is good also.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

xoxo<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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