Around Camp

This trip was unlike any other I've had in Utah, the camp site was grassy, there were lots of cotton wood trees and I was not dusting sand off of everything in the tent. Actually there was more dirt in the tent from setting it up at home first than any we drug into the tent while camping. The girls loved when the cotton would fly and have adorable "Cotton Parties" dancing around and catching some. 

The girls did not understand why I did not want them only playing in the tent at first. I could see the rain clouds building and knew that we had limited time outdoors. Of course they felt the tent was half the fun. They were so adorable. Even when it came to sleeping they were excited. As soon as dinner was over they kept asking to go to bed. All for the novelty of sleeping in the new tent (which the new tent did make life much nicer). Not that they fell asleep quickly even though we forced them to stay up until after bed time hoping this would help.

Grandpa taught the girls tree climbing, which they felt rather adventurous doing. They did not like that the rules were firmly stated that they could not climb trees without a grown up and showed me the children across the way doing it alone. Granted these were also the children that ran loose all over the campground with, or without shoes, and had what looked like a three year old running around the wet grass for hours in footsie pajamas. Which was all lessons for the girls to see that our family may have different rules than others, and they need to follow ours. 

They did rather well with this and I was very proud of them. Especially as the other children ran wherever they wanted to, and our girls had to stay on the grass in our site and not go on the road. Kay-Kay would then lurk at the edge of the grass and follow the other children along chatting with them. The little boy from Switzerland, who did not understand a word she said, barely slowed her down. When the father came over to her and told her this, she then counted at him in Spanish. The father once again explained that they did not speak Spanish either, not deterred Kay-Kay made up her own language and there was much laughter by us all.  

The girls' favorite part of camp was rocket balloons and bubbles, though they were saddened by the tree that was very good at catching the balloons. Very fun to watch them blowing bubbles and chasing them as well. Poor Coo Coo Ca-Choo Lou though got very wet and cold hands as she did a lot of spilling. She even managed to spill a little on Grandpa's chair and kindly pointed it out to him, using the same hand that held the bubbles, and proceeded to spill the rest. 

The girls thought we should have stayed camping for "Fifty-Ninety Days!" and with how much fun they had, I could see why. I was ready to come home, and really am once again appreciating my bed and not having to run to the bathroom constantly with Kay-Kay who peed more often than any human should.

I will share more about the adventures out of the campground later.