My second child had the nerve to go and turn NINE recently, so you know what that means...
Another birthday post!
The niner and his stash.
I think he likes it...
Something tells me he's feeling okay with the gifts.
He didn't know what his cake was when he first set eyes on it, so for those of you who are having
the same problem... it's a magnifying glass. And it's magnifying ants. It has a better effect if you are
looking at it from above. From the side, it just looks like the ants are crawling on the "glass." Ah, well!
As usual, a birthday is not a birthday around here if the Finches are not celebrating with us!
Time to get some girlfriends!
And of course, some video of basically everything I just showed you in pictures...
Like his brother before him, Jarom thought he wouldn't mind a little camping trip to help celebrate
the day of his birth... so off we went to the great outdoors!
The camp...
The temporary homestead... if you think it looks dusty, dirty and rocky... well, you'd be right!
A yummy campfire cooked breakfast. Courtesy of my very happy looking husband.
This is what camping with Wes sounds like:
"We need firewood kids! Go collect wood!... sticks, twigs... all sizes, all kinds. And
whenever you think you're done, think again! We'll always need more, more and more!!!"
Here is what kids do when there is not a T.V., iPod, or nintendo in sight.
They have to resort to playing with sticks and digging in dirt. The wonderful horror of it all!
My daughter... "This is a little stick mommy. And this is a big
stick mommy." Thank you Lena, I had no idea.
"What's going on here??? We need more firewood kids... go find some.
And when you're done doing that, go get some firewood."
When we got bored of collecting wood and playing with sticks, we decided to go for a little walk
down to the local uhhh... water. It was stated on the camp website that they had yabbies in the pond, and
of course we wanted to see if we could catch a glimpse of a few. WELL! It did not happen.
Want to know why....?
It's debatable if that's even water at all. If you want to go ahead and imagine that it's chocolate,
feel free. I know I did! It made it a little less revolting somehow. There is no way we could see
anything in that nasty mess. Wilson enjoyed drinking from it though.
So we abandoned the beauty of the pond for the beauty of the forest. Can't get enough of
those beautiful crispy dead branches. Heavenly.
"Hey! We're outta firewood... go collect some more! Pronto people!!!"
When the kids weren't collecting wood, digging up the dirt, or staring at dirty water,
they liked to sit... ponder nature... and create masterpiece after masterpiece. What angels!
This is what the man was doing while the kids were peacefully drawing.
"Zzzz... go collect firewood... zzzzz.... I mean it kids... zzzz.... more firewood, more firewood...zzzz!"
Wilson isn't so much of a dog to Conner, as he is a fun thing to ride on.
Fortunately Wilson is too busy lickin' his chops to care.
He may look like just an ordinary dog... but the shocking truth is that he is a pig. A big one.
All he thinks about is food food food. He fits so well into our family...
Side story! More for my sake, than yours... I just want to remember this one. See that orange thing
behind Wilson's head? It's a rope. He is not used to being tied up in the slightest. It was a nice
long rope, so he could explore around easily, but he really had no idea at first what horrifying
restriction we had actually placed on him. At one point he saw his most beloved master Wesley
wandering off a little, and decided what he would love to do more than anything in the world was
go wandering with him. So he took off running, getting faster and faster, until suddenly
the rope kicked in, and he went flying up into the air, executed a complete somersault
and landed flat on his back. How I wished I had my camera going. I will never be able to stop laughing
about it. Up until this point, I have not been 100% sure about having a dog, and I'm not sure if
I will be completely 100% sure in the future, but in that moment... I was sold on having a dog!
Thanks Wilson.
Ahh... and just so you don't think the whole camp was full of rocks, dirt, and dead trees... here's
some evidence of green. The problem with the green around there, was every time you stepped in it,
ten trillion bugs flew up in a cloud around your face and bit every inch of your body.
Or something like that.
And lucky you... some more video. This was taken bright and early the last day of camp.
I must warn you, nothing exciting or earth shattering happens at any moment throughout this clip.
I just like to hear the little voices of my kids talking away about who knows what. You probably
won't get much of it, but feel free to try and figure it out if you can...
And so ends another thrilling, fun filled Prepchuk adventure.
Until next time...