Why I Love Camping

Having just returned from camping trip number three, which has fortunately improved from camping trip number one - I can't help but reflect...

(que squiggly lines and far off music)

...on some of the reasons why I love camping...

1- We get to wear silly headbanz and play games together.

 2- On rainy camp days, I have time to read!

3- My children create hideouts in the bunks and entertain themselves with no toys at all.

4- And maybe even work on a little school work together.

5- Sweet cuddle time.

6- My wonderful husband who works so hard to get everything set up for us...

and a campfire.

7- Secret agent super spies who appreciate my 007 sound effects.

8- Beautiful scenery and thankfully blue skies.

9- Laundromat trip conversations....

Me: Singing "you don't know a thing about me..." in a voice that would surely shame Kelly Clarkson...

Luke: I know a thing about you.

Me: What do you know?

Luke: I'm not telling.

Erin: I know a thing about you.

Me: What is that?

Erin: You are the best mom ever.

Sigh. Isn't that reason enough?

Mom Of A Certain Age

I suppose the time was sure to come. I am officially old. Four months shy of number 36.

Proof x 3

1- While looking at sale shoes on Friday, I found a pair of black Converse in my size for $10. TEN DOLLARS! They were comfortable. And cute.

Erin was quick to point out that those were teenager shoes. Those kind with the white on the toes. I asked her if she would still go to the store with me if I wore them.

No comment.

To the checkout I go!

2- Erin was choreographing Luke & I on a dance she created.

I had to stand in the back. Behind Luke.

BECAUSE I'M OLDER!

Of course, she clarified TALLER when I teased her about it.

3- I don't really remember what the third instance was. But I remember there was one.

Short term memory loss? That's not a sign of aging, is it?